Re: Hospital: Sam & Loren
[She didn't notice the camera at all. Like everything else, it was just too fucking nuanced for her just at that moment. She kicked her legs impatiently on the bed, using the flat surface to slip the socks on more surely. She looked small there, yeah? Big fucking bed and circles beneath her eyes from not sleeping. The plaid was too big on her, rolled up at her wrists to bare the blown IV lines that failed before the one on the side of her hand worked. But Loren had killed Micah once, yeah? He had, yeah? She couldn't remember completely, but she fucking thought so, and she wasn't worried. It was maybe stupid and hella trusting, but being too fucking trusting had brought her to this fucking end to begin with.
He said nobody was coming in, and she closed her inky eyes for a second. Just a second, because she opened them again and looked at him, trying to remember why he was there. But, oh, yeah. Right.] Some people are ok, just make sure it isn't Micah pretending to be them or something, yeah? He can do that.
[Which sounded kind of nuts, maybe, but she wasn't exactly clear, and the nurse came in with something mild to help her rest.]
Micah wrote to me. [She looked around for her journal. But, yeah, no, it wasn't there.] He sent pictures and stuff. I told Neil and Cris. You should go protect my brother, but don't go or whatever. [Fear flared in her eyes.] Don't go, yeah?