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EYES WIDENED AT THE other's words before she looked back to the machine next to her, pumping the chemical deep into her veins. "I-- oh my god..." The cancer in her own body was already at stage three, and being only seventeen, things seemed scary. Seeing the men in the suits was only furthering the thoughts deeper into the gutter. What was life really? A waste of time? Seemingly so. "Why do they pump it into us if they have to clean it up like that...?"

IT WAS SAVANNAH'S FIRST chemotherapy treatment and there happened to be a spill. Two men in hazmat suits came out to clean it up. Looking towards the man in the chair next to her's, she whispers, "That's gotta be a fluke to scare the newbies, huh?"

"I didn't even think she meant that much to you, honestly. I'm sorry."

IT WASN'T OKAY THOUGH, seeing how it was really effecting the other. The connection Marleny had with Anthony was clearly a huge one and if this was Anthony, this could mean the end of an era for the woman. Walking to the squad car, he pulled open the backseat for Marleny and then the passenger's side. "You could lay him down on the backseat. There's no need to wake him up for this." That is, if it's Anthony. There's no need for such a young boy to see his father in whatever state he was in.

She was a lot younger looking this morning than last night. "God, you're so young-- you look so fuckin' young." Anxiety ripped through Brian's body as he battled the thoughts in his head. What was her name? He couldn't even remember her name.

"Look, I understand what I did was fucked. But you can't blame me. She was hot."

THE RESPONSE WASN'T REALLY what Brian was expecting and so he simply nodded, pulling the door open and looked either way, before stepping out. "I'm sorry, ma'am." A hand offers help, to carry out the diaper bag. "I can help some." It was obvious that Brian had no idea how to handle this odd situation. Losing a loved one is hard to handle. It's been five years since Lisa passed away and things haven't been the same since then. His own son, Jonas, had changed and things had become so much more tense between the two. Loss is hard. However, Brian can just hope and pray that the body wasn't Anthony.

RISING TO HIS FEET, Brian extended a hand out to help up Marleny. "I'm sorry for this." There wasn't much else Brian could really say about the entire situation given that he had no prior knowledge about the two and their relationship or even how Marleny carried herself. Instead, he kept quiet and headed to the front door, hands grasping his keys to the squad car. "This shouldn't take too long and if need be, we can swing somewhere and pick something up for the two of you to eat. Does this little fella like McDonalds? Wendys? I'm craving a burger." It wasn't uncommon for Brian to want to make things funny or even crack a joke or several to lighten the mood. He wasn't a very serious guy.

     "YEAH, YEAH. I'M that guy. That cop. That officer. That's me." Brian chuckled and watched the woman closely. "I'd kill for a shot of whiskey." A shrug rolls off of Brian's shoulders. As the bartender brings over a shot of whiskey for Brian and more whiskey for Colbie. "I'm Brian Harcombe. You could call me officer Harcombe, or just Brian. I would prefer if you just called me Brian."

SHOOTING UP FROM A POOL of sweat, Brian looks around, panting. The images were too vivid. Looking to the woman lying next to him, he then realizes the one night stand from the night before was real and not just another dream. "Fuck."