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Tweak says, "JADE! I'M SOOOOOOOOORRRRRRYYY!"

- (tinieblas) wrote in rooms,
@ 2015-09-18 09:43:00

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!ocean's eleven, *log, cristián martin-argüelles, meredith janssen, sam alexander

Ocean's Eleven, PT: Meredith, Sam, Cris
[The hospital Meredith got moved to was more like a resort than hospital, at least it felt that way to Sam. It was a recovery and therapy place, yeah? But still full nursing and doctors or whatever, private rooms, and it looked like some place for vacation, and Sam figured Neil's guilt was bankrolling the thing hard.

Sam had been at Cris' a few days now, and she was clean. A pair of recently stolen, too-loose and cut-hem jeans, along with a long-sleeved green shirt stolen from Teresita's room, hair tied low, and Sam looked ok. She was starting to jones like crazy, though, and an early morning perusal of Cris' place revealed no money that wasn't in a fat, pink piggybank, and she wasn't that low YET. But, yeah, she needed something fast, or she was going to break that fucking pig. She knew it. Maybe she could find something cheap to sell, but she'd ask around first. She'd already pocketed a spoon for when she scored, and her belly hurt like it was eating itself through. She was jittery as a result, yeah? Like a string pulled too tight.

Maybe it wasn't the best day to go visiting or whatever.

But here they were, walking down the marble halls and passing gift shops and indoor swimming pools. Open doors revealed rooms that looked like hotel suites, and Sam was hella aware that she and Cris looked like maybe they'd ended up in the wrong place. That, or they were someone's poor relations or whatever, but they definitely didn't look like they belonged in this place. Sam edged away from the walls, like they were too clean for her to brush up against, and she motioned down the hall, to where the woman at the nursing station had told them Meredith's room was.

She'd asked, too, nosy, if Neil was there, and the nurse assured her Meredith was alone again, and she said it like she wasn't approving or something. There was a story there, yeah? But Sam, she wasn't asking.]

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Re: Ocean's Eleven, PT: Meredith J/Sam A/Cris M

ex_perspecti86
2015-09-23 03:24 pm UTC (link)

[We're not going. We gotta go. You can stay with me. It ain't about you.

The words tumbled over themselves in her head, even as her eyes burned beneath the bandages, her hand falling untouched back onto the bed, fingers pale and limp against the hospital bedding. She could hear Cris talking, steps moving towards the door, quiet, the words not for her, but for Sam. Something was going on, something she couldn't pick up on without sight, and they were leaving.

Meredith was in no position to make demands of anyone right then, so she simply nodded, the slightest bob of her head.]

Go. Take care.

[The words came out thick and quiet, and she tugged at the blankets, pulling them higher, that urge to disappear almost enough to drown in.

It wasn't about her. They weren't leaving because of her. She told herself that over and over again... and maybe they'd be back.

But she didn't hold onto that hope, instead rolling over onto her side, the curve of her spine towards them as she tucked back into the blankets and the mattress and let the world bleed back out around her.]

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Re: Ocean's Eleven, PT: Meredith J/Sam A/Cris M

tinieblas
2015-09-23 03:51 pm UTC (link)

[She'd let it go too long, yeah? She'd let it go too long. She should have found a hit earlier, but she thought she could do it. She thought she could hold out, and it was too late by the time she got desperate enough to give in. And it wasn't like Sam didn't know that song and dance, yeah? She knew. She fucking knew, but she always forgot. She always convinced herself she could do it, yeah? That she was strong enough to fucking do it, like willpower was enough or something, and she fucking hated herself for it.

Cris scooped her up, led her to the door, told her to go hide in the bathroom, and Sam didn't get it. She expected him to be like Lou, yeah? Lock her somewhere, make her dry out, but he was offering morphine, and she hadn't thought of that. Stupid, or whatever, but she hadn't thought of it, and she looked at him, twitch and surprise. But she didn't argue, yeah? Maybe that made her an asshole, but she didn't argue. It was right there, offered, and she couldn't make her tongue twist to tell him no. She nodded, but she did hesitate for a second.

Long enough to walk to the bed, her hands unsteady as she touched Meredith's hand light. She couldn't surprise her or anything, Sam, because her gait was unsteady-loud with her increasing tremors, and it was like her body gave up resisting with the money burning a hole in her pocket.] Hey. We'll find out when you get out. Ok? We'll go home. We'll get a nurse to come out. Whatever. You aren't going to be alone. I promise. [She meant it. Because she got it, yeah? She knew what it was like to love Neil Donovan, and to not have him be there. She got it. Even as Meredith rolled onto her side, Sam got it.]

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Re: Ocean's Eleven, PT: Meredith J/Sam A/Cris M

foundling
2015-09-23 04:06 pm UTC (link)

[Cris watched. He stood by the door, arms empty, and he watched Sam go to Meredith, touch her hand, and as the gringa got what it was like to be here, alone, so too Cris got this was about Neil, alla it. It always went back to him. Anya the animosity between the two women, Silent Hill, it all went back to the guy, and Cris just wanted to leave. He didn't care about whatever martyr misery Meredith drowned herself in as she rolled on her side, and he was too old to care if that made him an asshole. He was who he was, and he wanted to help, sure, he always did. But, right now it was the desire to leave that outweighed even his empathy, as weighted as it was, tethered to leaden heart.] Ven, [he beckoned Sam, not moving from the doorway.

Take care. He really wished he could just go to the gym. Something. Anywhere that was away from here, where he could hit stuff and not have anybody cry about it. Maybe Meredith finally decided to listen, only to get spurned, but all the effort it took to get there, Cris had been carrying that alongside Sam, and with the burden unloaded, he could only focus on two things: Sam and how sick he felt in the pitta his stomach. He still couldn't stand the redhead. She made him thinka stuff he didn't wanna think about, her mouth around his cock being forefront. Maybe some mighta thought Meredith's trauma should win out, but that wasn't how it worked. Whatever empathy he had, Cris still couldn't forget that moment, and whatever pain Sam was feeling, it mingled with the seasick repulsion in the guy's gut.—He pushed the door open behind him, waiting for the blonde, and when she joined him, he put his arm around her, and he didn't look back into the room that held Meredith. He'd be sick if he did and nobody needed that, leasta all, him.]

Buscaré a una enfermera. I'll meet you, huh? [He kissed the sweat-dark blonde at Sam's temple and he pushed her down the hall with a palm to the smalla her back.] Go. I'll be right there.

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