Martha Jones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} legendinhertime) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-07-29 23:58:00 |
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What: Medical consultations of the overnight variety and stories are FINALLY told.
When: Backdated to July 28th, Evening
Where: Sam's motel room
Why: Because medical supervision she feels is a good idea and being alone is not at least not on the first night.
Status: Closed, incomplete.
As Martha unpacked the bag she'd brought she knew that she'd need to explain what these things did and when to take what, but these were things that could wait. She'd arrived fifteen minutes earlier bringing food and some medicinal supplements that might assist when things inevitably went down hill. She had taken several months of her training working with those who suffered with addiction, and she knew just how debilitating it was. Right now, Sam had to do this. And while he said he had done it before, she knew that to an extent this would be a test of will for him. It always was. But removing ones self from the item of addiction was always a good start... it was simply that she didn't know what a palative for demon's blood was. Thus it was going to be cold turkey.
Taking the plate she had made for herself, Martha sat down in the old - close to decrepit - chair that sat in a corner, taking the time to move it out so she was closer to her friend. This would not be easy. None of it. He blamed himself for what was happening and - truth be told - that blame was warranted, but she she had experience in this area. She had caused the death of a United States president. She had caused so many things that people now didn't remember. But she did. Her family did. And it was all her fault. If nothing else there would be a lot of ugly things and feelings coming Sam's way from many people. It wouldn't hurt to have one more person in his court...
She sighed and grabbed a plastic fork, looking at him for a few moments. "So how are you feeling?" it was a stupid question, but she meant it physically and emotionally. It was something she would have to keep an eye on when she came back to see him... Things like this could get very bad, very fast. And she didn't want anything to happen that wasn't necessary.