WHO: Doc Holliday WHEN: September 17th, early morning WHERE: His & Wynonna’s apt WHAT: A narrative of sadness secondary to memory updates TRIGGERS: Doc’s emotions, spoilers for season 4 of Wynonna Earp
Despite actually sleeping comfortably, an arm lazily wrapped around Wynonna’s waist, when Doc woke up, he felt like he hadn’t slept at all. His brain felt overstuffed, like someone had shoved far too many things into a jar and just kept shoving more to avoid getting a new one. He slowly pulled himself away from Wynonna, head pounding. He was thirsty, but it wasn’t for water. He heard everything, smelled everything. It was sensory overload and he was going to go crazy if he stayed where he was. He needed out. He left the room he’d been sharing with Wynonna, trying not to put what he was feeling on her without knowing if she remembered her words.
I think you’re just pissed because he told the truth about you in that video.
He felt the words playing and replaying coming from Wynonna’s mouth. There was a clawing need to escape mixed in with a rather frustrating need to make sure Wynonna was safe before he left. But the words came back, latching on, wrapping around his heart.
He told the truth about you.
He swallowed every ounce of concern he’d felt. She may not have been that Wynonna, she may not have known what he knew now, but he couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t hear her heartbeat in the next room. He couldn’t be around her scent anymore. He needed to get out.
Still, he needed a few things because he wasn’t going to be back.
As quietly as he could, he changed into his clothes, packing a quick bag and making his way out. He’d find a place to stay in the woods. He could ask Brigitte, could ask Michael, but the problem was that he didn’t trust himself with them just yet. He’d reach out, ask for blood, ask for help. He wouldn’t ignore what he was. Then he would set up camp somewhere and drink until he couldn’t remember anything.
Maybe he’d figure out a better plan with time, but for now, he preferred being a little reckless and avoiding his current problems at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.