Re: Log: Meredith/Sam
[She saw her run. She saw her escape, even before the cops came in, just like she knew she would. For all the talk about running, about not taking responsibility for one's actions, all the shit that had been said about how she behaved, Sam seemed to know how to run just as well as she did. Maybe even better. At least Meredith hadn't had to run from the cops before.
But it didn't make her feel any better. Not in the slightest. She shook her head at the questions that were asked, if she wanted to press charges, if she knew who the women was.]
Just someone who thought she knew me, apparently. I've been drinking, and it's all just a blur, officer.
[Someone came and gave her a towel to press against her nose, tender and swollen as it was, and she did accept the escort to the hospital to have herself checked out. The ride there, it was a quiet affair with her looking out the window with that wadded up towel against her face. She was quiet through it all, the butterfly bandages and the tylenol they gave her. She nodded and she answered their questions, of course, but nothing much was offered beside that. At least not until there was the question of where she'd go afterwards. They weren't admitting her, but they weren't letting her leave on her own, not with how much she'd been drinking. Call someone, they requested of her.
So she did.
The only person in the city that might still give a damn.]