He wakes up to an empty space in the bed beside him, and it takes him a minute to push the fog out of his brain enough to realize that the sheets next to him shouldn't be empty. Doc pushes himself up on an elbow and glances towards his bathroom, frowning when the light is off, and door open. She's not there. A quick sweep of the room...

She's gone ( Read more... )

It's been nearly twenty-four hours since he's been back at Milliways, and a good portion of those hours have been spent either asleep or in a haze from the fentanyl in his system. There have been people in to see him, and he's eaten a little bit every time he's been awake, just because he knows he needs to eat, even if he can't think about what ( Read more... )

There really isn't a specific layout to the place, but every time Doc's been up here, it's been a little different. He passes it off to Bar trying to keep things interesting. This time there are long rows of shelves, full of books. Some are sorted by date published. Others, by subject. Some shelves are mixed in all together. There are stacks around ( Read more... )

The air is cool outside but it's not cold, he's dealt with worse on cold desert nights and at least here it isn't dry as all hell. The full moon isn't for some time, either, so Doc knows he won't have to worry about the wolves. Demon bunnies, however...well that's what his gun is for. Not that he thinks he'll need it, but it never hurts to be sure ( Read more... )

New Year's Eve was spent down in the bar, generally quiet but all he really wanted was a drink and dinner ( Read more... )

It's late. Later than he'd normally be up and moving around but tonight he can't sleep, he's not quite sure why but it's just something that he can't make himself do. The firewhiskey from earlier with Ginny he thought might help but it didn't, instead it just made him feel strange inside until the alcohol wore off. He went upstairs and tried to ( Read more... )