. (afrit) wrote in repose, @ 2016-03-10 00:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | *narrative, sam martin |
[Narrative.]
Who: Sam
What: Narrative
Where: Coming home
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: It's Sam.
Sam was kinda terrified.
She'd gotten out of rehab the day earlier, and she hadn't called anyone. She was determined to do shit ON HER OWN, which was maybe dumb, but the girl wasn't ever hella wise. So, yeah, bag over her shoulder, and she'd gone to hang at the hospital until the next morning, when she knew Joey was being released. She had her papers, the ones saying she was clean and that the shrink said she wasn't going to shake the baby until its brain rattled or something, and she hung out in various waiting rooms and the NICU that night, waiting for the papers and stuff. She had a baby carrier that her therapist had given her, because it was required or whatever, and which Sam hadn't even KNOWN until the therapist told her.
She realized then that maybe she shoulda told someone this was happening, but who? Iris wasn't answering her fucking calls, and Lou was busy and not sleeping again, which was worrisome as hell. Lin? Nah, he'd just shown up, and D was a fucking wreck. So, yeah, she was gonna do this. She could totes do this.
The NICU nurse loaded her up with formula and diapers and creams, and she talked forever about things to look out for. Sam listened, yeah? Mostly. Listening too much would overwhelm her, and she didn't wanna get hella overwhelmed.
Calling a taxi wasn't bad, because she had a voucher, but buying a bus ticket was a pain in the ass. She juggled the carrier, the baby screaming at the top of her fucking lungs inside it, and her bag and, eventually, she managed to buy like a bargain seat. Which meant she had to hang around the bus station to wait for a bus with an empty seat. No problem, yeah?
Right.
It was hella late when she got to Repose, dark out and the cold hella biting. The walk from the fucking bus station felt like it took YEARS, but Sam eventually let herself into the place above the station. She thought about just going to the store, but it was farther, yeah? And she'd done all this shit so she could surprise Cris with her ability to handle life on her own. So, yeah, ok.
She didn't even turn on the fucking lights once she got inside. The dog wasn't there, so she assumed it was with Hunter or whatever, and that was one less thing to worry about. She pulled out one of the bottles she'd prepared while waiting for the bus, and she kicked off shoes and clothes as she walked toward the dark bedroom. She changed the baby's diaper, and fuck clothing or anything, yeah? It was warm inside. She crawled into bed, Joey with her and the bottle between her fingers.
She'd sleep for a little, and then she'd clean up, yeah? The baby took the bottle without protest for once, and Sam figured the kid was tired of screaming for an hour on the bus and making everyone glare like the world was ending.
Sam managed to stay awake until Joey sucked down the last drops of formula. Then, exhausted, she fell asleep with the baby on the bed beside her.