Who: Nigel and Sook What: Facing the music Where: The hospital park When: After this Status: Incomplete/closed Warnings: Swearing as usual
He smoothed his hands over his cheeks as he sat on the bench in the park, waiting for Sookie. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so cleanly shaven. Nigel had Jake to thank for that even though he threw out plenty of expletives every time the kid got close to this throat. There were very few people Nigel trusted with a blade at his throat.
But it needed to be done because Nigel definitely couldn't do it himself. He wasn't drunk but he wasn't entirely sober. Sookie hadn't given him much notice so he was still in a bit of a haze. But he was going to turn up regardless. He couldn't miss her again. It was too painful.
He looked down at his sore and dry hands. They were beginning to shake. A couple of hours without alcohol and this was the result. He had a problem. He sighed deeply in realisation and rubbed his eyes.