Re: Log: Meredith/Sam
That it's how this SHIT WORKS. You can't smell it because it's your fucking skin. Fuck. Didn't you at least google or something? It stays in your pores or something, you fucking selfish idiot. You only think about you, yeah? The whole fucking world is viewed through some Meredith fucking glasses. Do you ever wonder why the fuck no one likes you, even though we're all fucking trying for Neil's sake, huh? Or do you just assume everyone else in the world is wrong, and you're a fucking saint? [She motioned to the empty barstools.] Or you just like drinking alone, yeah? [A scoff.] Baby, if I wanted your man back, I would have already fucking tried for him, and I'd probably get more cock off him than you do. And you wouldn't have run the other fucking way. You're so fucking full of it.
[The dirty little drug addict comment? That made some shit snap, though, and Sam yanked at the forgotten tourniquet with shaky fingers. The insult that followed, the one that was so fucking condescending, so much fucking smarter than anything that the uneducated girl with the shakes could put together, that made Sam's lower lip tremble hard. This time, she didn't poke or flick. This time, it was both fucking hands to Meredith's shoulders, palms hard as she shoved the other woman back into the bar with a hurt expression on her face.] I tried to fucking help you. I bent over backwards trying to fucking help you.