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A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING / DAWES.

    “ quite -- ”

it’s just how nature is.  constantly changing regardless of people’s ability to keep up.  how she sheds her skin and makes herself anew every year,  every season,  every month.  sometimes so completely it’s impossible to miss and other times in such minute ways pamela feels as if she is the only one who notices.

      most people walk past somebody like him and spend a great deal of time avoiding eye contact; don’t ask me for money, don’t follow me to the subway, don’t look at my nice shoes and nice clothes or at me at all, and especially don’t ask me for help. this is not news to him. also not news? getting his ass beat thirty seconds after he steps out onto the street because the tweakers two blocks down know that he’s carrying something good and that he’s a good thirty six hours into withdrawal. all that crazy mutant strength of his? completely useless. 

sobriety is a bitch. 

but today is a day where surprises creep up slowly and when a woman stops in the street, hails a cab, and shoves him into the back of it rattling off the address of an nearby emergency room, he isn’t all the way there enough to say no.

any other day he would avoid the hospital - especially this one; the nurses all look when he comes in, some of them surprised it’s not in the back of an ambulance - but his face is a disaster and he’s got a family dinner thing tonight he promised his mom he wouldn’t miss. ( the small bonus? painkillers. not quite the poison he might usually pick, but this far out at sea, he’ll take what he can get. ) and the woman who picked him up steers him towards a stitching station. she snaps on a set of gloves and tilts his head back. 

jack hates hospitals.  no hedging,  no excuses,  he hates them.  a full thirty years old and he still gets that spike of anxiety every time he enters the too bright, too pristine corridors of a hospital.  only thing worse is being seated in a room.  he can handle sitting in the back of an ambulance,  being patched up by emts,  just fine — but something about sitting on an actual hospital bed under the watchful eyes of doctors and nurses puts him on edge.  usually he’s good at avoiding this part of his work,  either turning up unscathed or convincing higher-ups that he pretty much was,  but crashing into the middle of the street in a runaway subway train sent him straight to the emergency room under strict orders.  no amount of i’m fine’s would convince anybody to let him go home,  so he didn’t bother.

he’s been quiet throughout the ordeal,  only speaking when spoken to,  humming when questions can be answered with a simple yes or no,  nodding when his humming isn’t clear enough.  he feels like he’s seen most of the staff on duty as they cycle through him and annie and the bus passengers who arrived hours before them,  scattered in different rooms on different floors.  at this point his nerves have given way to a dull ache.  it seems like he’s spent more time waiting than anything else.  waiting to be evaluated,  waiting for feedback,  waiting to be released.  now when a familiar face out of the handful he’s seen in the past hour comes back around,  he’s more than eager to speak.

@generalchief​ said: ‘ we screw boys like whores on tequila . ’

    DISTANT LAUGHTER FLOATS IN THE OPEN AIR    .    lost on addison montgomery is the white noise ever   -   present in joe's bar    ;    it's been a long day     .     christmas aside    ,    it's been one of those days wherein both her professional and her personal life feel as if they've made a pact to implode as messily as possible for convenience’s sake    .    intonations closer in proximity snap viridians from their distant venture    ,     and so joins the festive circle meredith grey    .    ❝      oh    ,    uh     ---     it bit the dust about ten minutes after stevens and karev showed up    .     ❞        

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      the party decorations weren’t too shabby. lots of tinsel and lights. a magnificent tree in the corner. mistletoe here and there that most partygoers were avoiding and the couples were intentionally seeking out. dwayne sips the eggnog idly; it’s a little WEAKER than what he’s used to, but he’s still got that pleasant buzz.

      he’s got no idea where his friend ran off to; they’re the whole reason why dwayne is at a party with a bunch of strangers. 

      still, that doesn’t mean he can’t socialize - or enjoy some of the food laid out that caught his eye earlier. dwayne moves through the crowd, nodding and smiling to those who wish him a merry christmas. and one particular man had such an INTERESTING christmas-themed sweater  ( should any sweater have that many lights ? )  that dwayne got distracted...

                   ....and bumped straight into some poor woman standing by the buffet table.