Re: Hospital: Sam & Loren & Cris (pt 2)
[Being a chickenshit wasn't her thing, yeah? But she still screwed her eyes shut, world spinning, and she waited to hear a gunshot or something. This was why she didn't like involving people in her shit. It was why she hid in a door, away from everyone, because people just ended up getting caught up in her crap, all screwed up, and she hated it. And it was happening again, yeah?
She shouldn't have called Loren.
She shouldn't have told Neil and Cris about Micah.
What the fuck was she even thinking? Nothing, yeah? Right, nothing, because she'd been fucking scared, and fucking scared resulted in her being fucking stupid. Eyes closed, and she could hear the struggling, and all she could think about was how many people she'd just sucked way the fuck on down with herself.
Cris was here, which meant Lou knew about this shit now, and he was probably out there, running around like a complete fucking nut, just like last time. The goons outside, they were Neil's, which meant he'd been dragged right the fuck back into this crap, instead of living his new life with his girlfriend or whatever. Cris' family was probably in danger, and Loren was going to get his ass thrown in jail or something, and all for what? For Micah? Because one fucking asshole wanted to have sex with her or whatever? Classic. That was just fucking classic, especially since she put-out for anything that would get her high.
So, yeah, closed eyes, and she was such a fucking idiot.
The arm around her waist made her open her eyes again, and the room spun with the low blood pressure numbers that proclaimed themselves with increasing anger on the machine beside the bed. Fear-wide inky blue, but then she realized who it was, and it was ok. Arm around Cris' shoulder, and she let him help her back onto the bed. Plaid and hospital socks and cheery scrubs, and cold sweat made the underside of her hair damp, and she just looked from one man to the other.] Sorry. Nothing happened. Go- Everyone, just the guards, everyone, just. I made a mistake. Go.
[Maybe she was holding on too tight, fingers on Cris' shoulder. Contradiction, yeah? But whatever.]