[TEXT MESSAGE] To Fiona @ middleowens
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Mark had called in sick, and had gone back to bed. In hindsight, it probably wasn't such a bad idea. Everything was catching up with him, and he did feel like shit, but he knew it was probably 70% being a wank knob, and 20% maybe coming down with something. The other 10% was undoubtedly fear over seeing Ali in the wake of her terrible news.
He was lying on his back, holding his PDA up in the air in front of him, staring at the screen. "Fuuuuck..." he mumbled to himself. Did he text her, or not? Did he just leave it and forget about it? That was probably the best option. Only thing was, they were going to inevitably cross fucking paths. James and Izzy were married. It was worse than inevitable. He had to try and do something, he just had no idea what.
And he couldn't stop thinking about her.
He sighed, rubbing at his aching head with his other hand and slowly typed in a brief message...
I NEED 2 C U
But he chickened out and deleted it, instead typing in WE SHLD TLK, but that too got deleted with a frustrated growl. After a few moments of contemplation, he typed in a final message and hit send before he could stop himself.
TY 4 WHAT U COULD GIVE ME
Mark had called in sick, and had gone back to bed. In hindsight, it probably wasn't such a bad idea. Everything was catching up with him, and he did feel like shit, but he knew it was probably 70% being a wank knob, and 20% maybe coming down with something. The other 10% was undoubtedly fear over seeing Ali in the wake of her terrible news.
He was lying on his back, holding his PDA up in the air in front of him, staring at the screen. "Fuuuuck..." he mumbled to himself. Did he text her, or not? Did he just leave it and forget about it? That was probably the best option. Only thing was, they were going to inevitably cross fucking paths. James and Izzy were married. It was worse than inevitable. He had to try and do something, he just had no idea what.
And he couldn't stop thinking about her.
He sighed, rubbing at his aching head with his other hand and slowly typed in a brief message...
I NEED 2 C U
But he chickened out and deleted it, instead typing in WE SHLD TLK, but that too got deleted with a frustrated growl. After a few moments of contemplation, he typed in a final message and hit send before he could stop himself.
TY 4 WHAT U COULD GIVE ME