Re: Log: Meredith/Sam
[Sam watched the redhead fall slow, and there was a bit of surprise on her pale features, yeah? She was good at roughhousing, Sam, despite being normally just not fucking violent at all. But she grew up with boys, and it was just how shit was. And she'd been pushed too fucking far the past week, by fucking everything. And Meredith's insults were too fucking sharp, too close to what Sam thought of herself, and then there was Neil and Cris and even Lou. But the woman stumbled drunk, yeah? Even Sam knew it was the booze that had taken her down like that.
Her gaze slipped from redhead to the tourniquet on the floor.
Fuck.
And Meredith, slouched on the floor, gripping her own hair and crying or something, some feebly thrown fucking purse, like she was the biggest victim the world ever fucking created, yeah? Like she could tear people down, and then just cry and feel sorry for herself instead of finishing the shit fight she started, or backing up the shit she flung.
Sam took a step back, and she looked at the woman on the floor. She realized, standing there, that she was starting to think so much fucking less of Neil for loving this.] You're so mean, and then you make yourself such a victim. [She shook her head, and she didn't get what Neil saw in the woman there, on the floor, hiding like a few fucking shoves to the shoulder were some brutal fucking attack.
She almost said something else, but fuck it. This shit wasn't worth it. The woman on the floor? She wasn't fucking worth it. If this was what Neil wanted? Let him fucking work it out for himself.