Re: Call: Sam & Cris
[She's quiet, yeah? Hella quiet. Not good quiet.] I thought you meant and not do the doctor. [She walks faster, breathes hard, but she doesn't make it hella far before she sobs and bends over, hands on thighs and the phone gripped there. Someone honks, but she ignores it, and she just tries to breathe through whatever the fuck it is she's feeling; she doesn't have words for this shit, yeah? And when she talks again, the phone is actually held away from her ear, like she can get it out easier if she can't hear him.] I want to just not go, ok? The night you went out- That night, I felt really shitty. In my head, yeah? And I went to the ER, and the doctors said a bunch of shit, and I don't want to go back to a doctor, ok? Don't make me.