InsaneJournal

Who: Elliot Reid and George Lass
What: Dealing
Where: The Gym
When: Late Afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: Active

She'd managed to handle things for the most part the day before. It was a lot to take in, but other than her thoughts about psychotic breaks from reality or wondering whether or not someone had slipped her some hallucenigenic shrooms when she wasn't looking she'd kept herself busy by meeting the challenge of treating people with limited supplies head on. There was always something to do and by the time she collapsed into a cot near daybreak she was completely exhausted.

It was only when she woke up in the rubble of the gym, with the sounds of patients dealing with injuries on rationed pain medication that she began to wonder if maybe this wasn't a dream. If maybe this was really real and she was stuck here, tossed here just like everyone else had said they were. She was beginning to wonder if she'd ever see her apartment, or her friends or if she'd ever step foot in Sacred Heart again. As the day wore on and she found herself doing more for the sake of keeping busy, she could feel her panicked thoughts coiling inside of her until they were finally wound so tight she couldn't breathe.

She wished there was a supply closet she could duck into and cry the way she had her first year, but there was none in the rubble of the gym and when she finally couldn't take it any longer she ducked into an old office with the full intention of crying her heart out. Except, as she turned to wrestle the door shut for some privacy she found she wasn't entirely alone.

"Oh, hi," Elliot said unenthusiastically to the blonde girl inside the room."I was just looking for...some bandages."