Re: Hospital: Sam & Loren & Cris
[The girl on the bed was so fucking out of it, sleep and what remained of the drugs in her system and she had no clue anyone was draped over her and touching her. Completely fucking oblivious, but she wasn't scared of Loren, yeah? Loren was helping her, and she was unworried in her sleep, unconcerned in the foreign room full of beeping things. Trusting as all the meds from the IV began to kick in hard and make her more unfocused than before.
But the swift movement of Loren being yanked away woke her, and she sat up in a wide-eyed panic. And, yeah, the sudden move was shit for her blood pressure, and the numbers on the machine slid downward as the girl on the bed weaved, but she found her center of gravity as the machines started beeping angry warnings, and yeah, ok, she forgot she could put down the bar on the bed, because she clambered over that shit. Luckily the IV tubing reached and stretched, holding better than Sam's fucking legs did. The world was a spinning fucking top, black in spots, and she just sagged back against the side of the hospital bed as one of the guards from outside opened the door to see what the fuck was going on
Somewhere overhead, someone called a nurse using some code Sam didn't even hear, and she just tried to grab for Cris' sleeve with her fingers, plaid over her ruined hands.]
No. Está bien. I couldn't remember your number, and I don't know Neil's, and Loren's was written on my hand from the other night on the journals. Ok- He's ok. He's making sure I'm ok. I called him. He knows Micah. Knows what Micah looks like. He knows. [Desperately, because black threatened around the edges of the low numbers on the machine, and she wanted to make sure no one fucking hurt anyone in this room because of her. The guard was moving closer, and she was pretty sure that was a fucking glint of metal in his hand.] Friends. Ok? Friends. [Because she was sure Loren was armed too, if he ever managed to get up.] Ok?