Re: Ocean's Eleven, PT: Meredith J/Sam A/Cris M
[Sam went, yeah? When Cris pulled her onto his lap, and she didn't even fucking fight it or worry about appearances or anything. The jonesing she'd been barely keeping under wraps, it was slamming against her ribcage. The stress of Meredith, the reality of the shit that had happened to the woman on the bed, the money burning a hole in her pocket, it all made the blonde sitting on Cris' lap start to unravel. Like a spool of thread, yeah? And she was bright red and undone. She curled against the warm and steady heat at her back, heartbeat reverberating through spine and skin, and she just needed to keep it together a little while longer. Just a little while longer, yeah?
Stupid tight, she dragged Cris' arms around her waist, and she wasn't thinking about the hypocrisy slipping between her gapped teeth like water escaping a spigot. And she listened when Cris talked, his voice soothing rumble and barrio, New York and Cuban, and it helped, yeah? A little. But he was being so fucking good. Even in his candor, the bluntness of the shit he said, and he was so much fucking better than she was. She knew it, and Silent Hill had driven it the fuck home. He was strong, good, and she wasn't, and for some reason that screamed and banked off that fucking rich hospital room's walls. She wasn't helping Meredith. She couldn't help Neil. She couldn't help Daniel. She couldn't even help Lou, yeah? Even Lou didn't want to be around her ass anymore, and how long was it going to be before Cris gave the fuck up, too? Look at her, yeah? She was a junkie yelling at a blind woman whose life was completely fucking ruined.
Cris pushed his nose against her throat, and Sam was jittery, twitching fingers and shaking ankles, and she jumped to her feet and dragged a hand through her hair, fingers catching on a hair-tie, frustration, yank, and the pain in her belly was a physical thing. Cold sweat, and yeah, ok, no, she needed fucking air. She needed a hit, she needed fucking air.]
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. [God, she was so fucked up.] Sorry. [And she backed toward the door.]