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glory_be_to_me in uc_at_sunnydale

I want my own body, dammit!

Jul 23, 2004 00:38

I stumble into the Esprsso pump and order the largest, most caffienated beverage my bleary eyes can make out on the menu. I’m always so tired after she’s been in control. This is ridiculous. I’ve got to find some way to curb her, or get rid of her all together, maybe. Though I know the 2nd is a futile hope. As long as I can remember, she’s ( Read more... )

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secret_survivor July 23 2004, 06:44:30 UTC

I glanced up, startled. "Heh..." The guy who'd run into our table looked like he'd been partying all night at our club, then drag racing, and just now stopped in for coffee. While that was likely completely untrue, he certainly looked somewhat beat. "Understandable. Maybe you should switch to something with a few more milligrams of caffiene..."

tamaratalk July 23 2004, 06:46:38 UTC

I blinked at having nearly been coffeed on, and eyed the guy. Something about him looked familar... shit.

He's an intern at the hopsital. The intern that was working the night they'd brought me in...

"Uh... hey, no problem."

Please don't remember me... I thought, looking down at the table in an effort to hide my face.

glory_be_to_me July 23 2004, 07:04:20 UTC

I chuckle slightly at the remark. /It would probably help if I could just not have an evil hell spawn usurping most of my time and energy./

“Believe me, if I could, I’d hook up an IV of the stuff to my arm. I need it. Between my rotations at the hospital and-” I stop suddenly, shaking my head as I realize I’m venting to two total strangers. “Never mind, you don’t need to hear about all that. I’ll just leave you alone to enjoy your coffee.”

Heading once again towards the door, some vague recollection makes me stop and turn around. “Hey, do I know you?” I say, looking at the girl. “You look…..familiar almost. Then again, it could be my substitution rest for caffeine,” I add with a tired laugh as I take another long drink from my cup.

tamaratalk July 23 2004, 15:32:57 UTC

I felt guilty for trying to avoid the poor guy - he sounded like he was lonely, and had a lot on his mind. I looked up towards the door and gave him what I hoped was a friendly, and not a sad smile.

"Yeah, we've met- couple months back, in the emergency room. Tamara Kennedy, I was kind of semi-conscious when I got there. But I remember talking to you after - your name is Ben, right?"

It was hard to think about that day when I'd wanted to join my brother so bad that I'd tried to make it happen with vodka and pills. But I think I remembered seeing his name badge on the hospital scrubs he'd been wearing then.

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