. (afrit) wrote in repose, @ 2016-03-04 03:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, louis donovan, sam martin |
Capital: Sam & Lou
Who: Sam & Lou
What: Visiting
Where: The hospital in the Capital
When: After Cris heads to NY for vacation
Warnings/Rating: Sam's language, drug mentions
Sam had a week left in the program.
She was feeling pretty good, yeah? Physically nothing hurt anymore, and mentally she wasn't losing it as often. She still jonesed, but that wasn't ever gonna go away. Group spent a long time getting that through to her, yeah? That wanting to score was gonna be with her forever, and she wasn't alone in that. That feeling of perfect euphoria, nothing could match it, and that was just something she had to be able to resist wanting. But she didn't hurt or anything. She didn't have that bone-ache that came with wanting, and she didn't itch for it. Her therapist said it was all about her staying even, not panicking, not taking on more than she could handle. Easier said than done, yeah? And her therapist kept saying Cris should come to some of the partner groups, but Sam hadn't brought it up or anything yet. She really didn't wanna mess it up this time, and she knew him understanding her limits was important, so she was considering it, asking him to come with her. She was pretty sure he wouldn't like anything anyone said, but maybe it would still help somehow.
But she was saving that conversation for when he got back from New York.
She missed him, yeah? Ok, so it wasn't like they couldn't talk or whatever, but phone use at the inpatient place lined up with visiting hours, which meant it was hella limited. And there wasn't Facetime or anything allowed, so it was a fucking long week, and Sam was spending most of it at the hospital with Joey.
Since she was so close to being out, the driver would just drop her there most days, and the nurses were used to her. They had been a little pissed after Cris' last visit, but her being young and stupid saved her from most of their ire, yeah? Most of them saw a kid when they looked at her, and Sam knew that. But, yeah, she was spending most of the time in the NICU. Joey was due to go home soon, and they were just finishing the Methadone weaning. A few more days, and they'd be home free.
Which was kinda hella scary.
But Sam didn't think forward too good, and she was in a good mood that morning. Missing Cris, but in a good place. She was dressed thrift store, all the way down to her striped socks, and her hair was in a messy bun atop her head. It was cool out, but not too bad, so she waited outside the entrance to the hospital, a clove burning down between her fingers, and the sun shining bright on her cool cheeks.
She knew Lou was probably doing shitty, yeah? About stuff with Daniel. And that wasn't gonna be fun to maneuver, but Sam was kinda done with this tiptoeing bullshit. She was what she was, and Lou was gonna have to get used to her loud mouth. This careful thing they'd been doing since Thanksgiving, it just wasn't gonna fly anymore. So, yeah, she figured Daniel would come up, unless Lou did that thing where it was hella obvious he was avoiding the topic. But, whatever. They'd deal with it. Joey would scream at the top of her lungs. Life would keep trucking. It was all good.