Wayne Penthouse: Alexanders
Sam didn't like Wonderland. She didn't like the London version of that door either. It all made her think about fucked up shit, like Daniel dying and Lin talking to flowers, and she was just glad they'd found Iris as quickly as they did.
Everything after that was a fucking blur, lost in Shane bitching, and Lou taking control of shit, and Joey acting like someone was going to breathe on her and fucking kill her dead. But now they were in the penthouse, and Iris was alive. Fucked up or whatever, but alive.
Sam was standing by the door and just waiting for Shane to say something. Shane always said something; it was just what he fucking did, yeah?
Sure, she was still wary of Iris, and she hadn't forgotten a fucking thing, but she didn't like seeing Iris all screwed up like this either. Jeans and a t-shirt, and Sam looked like little more than a teenager standing there, a clove burning down to her fingers. "Someone should call her man, yeah?"
It's not like they had money for medical care or whatever. Some doctor could probably come, yeah?