Sam Slade (samslade) wrote in hotelcali, @ 2016-06-07 10:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | nathan stark, sam slade |
Who: Sammy and Nathan
What: Lunch
Where: A Mexican restaurant near Nathan’s work
When: Backdated: Friday, June 3rd, around 12:30pm
Status: In progress
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Sammy was a bit more anxious and fidgety than normal. She was still reeling from the active shooter incident on the UCLA campus from two days earlier. She wasn’t on the campus or anything, but her baby brother, Dylan had been and so had one of the younger Olivers, Antoine. It had taken some time to get a hold of Dylan while the news had been reporting all sorts of things – at one point there were reports of more than four gunmen on campus. It turned out to be a single shooter and a murder-suicide. But the UCLA campus was massive and once it had gone on lockdown, even if the situation was finished, it took hours for police/swat/bomb squad to search and secure each and every room of every building on campus before they could release its occupants.
Sammy’s anxiety had been off the charts while she had tried to reach Dylan by text while it was all going on to no avail. It was almost three hours before she had known that both Dylan and Antoine Oliver were safe and sound. By the time she had gotten home that night, Wednesday, she was still thoroughly strung out. She had woken in the middle of the night to an asthma attack and when both her inhaler and her nebulizer had failed to open he airways properly open her airways, Charlie had brought her to the hospital. Sammy loathed the hospital. She also hated her lungs and their penchant for revolt. Since her abduction and near death experience a year or so ago, Sammy had had only one asthma attack (aside from this one) that had required the hospital. Anxiety flashbacks to the abduction had escalated that asthma attack and she had wound up stuck checked in overnight in the hospital because of it.
Thankfully that hadn’t been the case for Wednesday night, but as a result of the asthma attack and the anxiety from the earlier events on Wednesday, Sammy was fidgety. She was also wheezing just slightly as she breathed. She hated the way her chest rattled for a few days as it took time for the steroids to kick in and clear her airways so she could fully recover. She and Nathan were meeting for lunch just to hang out together so that, she hoped, would help relax her a little more. She made it to the prearranged restaurant, a Mexican place near Nathan’s office, and sat with a water glass in front of her as she looked over the menu and tried to quell her nervous fidgets.