InsaneJournal

The morning came and went with Lexie taking inventory at the clinic and writing down on a torn off page from her journal some useful medications she'd like to get from the Pharmacy, things she knew she could use. Things she hoped would be there. Things that would serve as an excuse for her to leave the gym and have a distraction from yesterday. Not that yesterday was bad. On the contrary, yesterday had been good. It had been amazing. It had been supreme. She'd got her room. She'd been healed. She'd been... Right. That last bit right there? That's what she was trying to avoid thinking about. She was trying to push the amazing, rainy morning out of her memory because if she dwelt too long on it she'd go all girl and the last thing she needed was to turn into a girl right now.

So, she'd left the gym and went for a walk to the Pharmacy. She'd pushed open the doors and slid back behind the Pharmacist's counter with her list in hand, weaving through the back aisles with her maglite in hand, surveying the bottles and their labels. It didn't take long until she found what she needed and was stacking everything into a big blue basket. Leaning on the counter she looked out over the quiet establishment. If she was trying to avoid thinking of Dean she'd come to the wrong place, that's for sure. She could smell him everywhere. Oh, that just made her nervous; or, at least that's what she thought.

Lexie, Stress Eater, Grey. That's what her name should have been. Instead of standing there and realizing that she wasn't in fact stressed but under the influence of something else entirely, Lexie trundled up to the rack of candy bars and taking one up she started enjoying the chocolatey goodness. Oh, look, feeling better already.