home, then Cook County Hospital
Cameron spent some time analyzing and over-analyzing recent events and came up with little more than confusing conclusions. Fear. Questions. More fear. And a lot more questions.
None of this should be bothering her as much as it is, but since he's being not-at-all-like-himself, it's creeping her out. The only viable conclusion she's been able to come to is that he's pushing her away. That thought, though, is pissing her off.
However, if he wants to play games, then games it shall be.
She'd stopped by a drug store for a real-estate guide on her way in, it's on the table in front of her.
From most angles, she looks no different than usual - lab coat all around, hair tucked up off her neck - today in a carefully arranged bun that is sufficiently touseled to look stylish. But, if she were to rise and walk around the room, the lab coat would part to provide a view of tighter-than-usual black suede pants and a purple and black corset. There's a fitted jacket that matches the pants, but it's hanging on the coat rack. The shoes appear to be closer to torture devices than foot-coverings.
If he's going to push, she'll at least look the part of the scorned woman.