Re: quicklog: louis/sam - the capital
[Twitch. Sam knew Cris, yeah? Not calling would panic him even the fuck more, and at least she could chill him out a little if he heard her making sense or whatever. She hoped she could chill him out, huh? Even if she didn't, it was still better than her NOT calling, because then Cris would imagine a thousand terrible fucking things. But, ok, her temple was bleeding. She'd figured that out on her own, huh?] It's just a scratch or whatever. [And it didn't hurt bad or anything. It WAS a scratch, yeah? It probably wouldn't even need stitches.] You're bleeding fucking all OVER. [That was countered petulantly, yeah? And it was hard to tell WHAT was bleeding, since clothing hadn't survived the fall very well. Twitch.
He touched her forehead, and she batted his hand away and tried to scuttle the fuck back.] It's FINE. Ok? It's FINE.
[Did she believe his denials about Cris? She wasn't fucking SURE. Ok, so her gaze was unfocused, but maybe that doubt was evident there. She rubbed hard at one of her eyes.] Ok. Ok. I'm going to call him now, yeah? SHUT UP. If he asks to talk to you, just tell him everything's ok. I don't want him panicking while he drives or something, and D needs to eat before he goes nuts and eats some fucking idiot on the sidewalk. [She sighed hard. Twitch. But, her voice was forceful before she dialed.] HEY. This is gonna be ok, yeah? Whatever it is, we'll figure it out. We will. Ok?