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jackdriscoll

That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes

Feb 06, 2006 22:37

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song_tra_bong February 7 2006, 04:11:11 UTC

Mary Anne doesn't know this is Jack's room. Hell, she doesn't know if it's anybody's room at all. What she does know is that she thought she heard something when she passed by the door.

Something...It's hard to put her finger on.

All the same, she knocks lightly on the door. "Um...excuse me? Sorry, if I'm being nosy, but everything alright in there?"

jackdriscoll February 7 2006, 04:36:21 UTC

"Everything's fine," he shouts out to the door. He knows who it is and could probably use her advice, but he'd rather not be bothered.

song_tra_bong February 7 2006, 04:39:28 UTC

She knows that voice. "Jack?"

She presses her ear to the door, straining to hear any other sounds in the room. "You sure?"

No matter what he says, she's probably not going anywhere right away. Annoying habit of hers.

jackdriscoll February 7 2006, 04:42:00 UTC

What are friends for but to be annoyingly persistent?

"Positive," he responds, his voice a little too shaky for that to be true.

song_tra_bong February 7 2006, 04:46:00 UTC

She sighs, thumping her head lightly against the door.

"Don't bullshit a bullshitter, now," she warns.

Her tone softens. "Please open the door? If I have to break it down, I can't afford to replace it."

jackdriscoll February 7 2006, 04:49:21 UTC

Jack makes a slightly inaudible groan, and the door opens a few moments later. Jack looks haggard, bleary-eyed, and his posture is slouched.

song_tra_bong February 7 2006, 04:52:08 UTC

She hisses sharply through her teeth.

"Oh, dove..."

"Shit, lovely, what happened?"

jackdriscoll February 7 2006, 04:54:10 UTC

He opens the door a little wider. "Come in," he says quietly.

song_tra_bong February 7 2006, 04:59:21 UTC

She slips inside, staying quiet for the moment.

He'll explain when he can. For now, it's just important that she be here.

jackdriscoll February 7 2006, 05:00:13 UTC

The door is closed, and Jack presses his back against it.

"She left."

song_tra_bong February 7 2006, 05:16:22 UTC

"Oh, God..."

A hand goes to her mouth, not quite shaking.

Because if she doesn't come back, then she's gone home to--
to die, to sleep--
to sleep--perchance to dream...
"When...when did she go?"

jackdriscoll February 7 2006, 05:18:48 UTC

"Today." He pushes a hand through his hair. "I--she's..." He blinks rapidly, his red eyes becoming glossy. "Damnit, she's dying, Mary Anne, and she wouldn't even listen to me."

song_tra_bong February 7 2006, 05:22:07 UTC

"What did you tell her?"

It's an effort not to fidget. "What did she say?"

jackdriscoll February 7 2006, 05:24:14 UTC

He walks forward to the drawer, fiddling with the papers on top of it. "I told her not to leave until she got help. She didn't listen. She thought I was trying to 'keep' her," he says bitterly, a sneer flickering on his face.

song_tra_bong February 7 2006, 05:34:47 UTC

"Hey, now."

There's a slight edge to her tone. "'M not saying what she did was smart, but if the lady has a fear of being kept, there's a reason."

She makes a dismissive gesture. "Enough a' that. What did you say about her getting help? You know what she's gonna die from?"

jackdriscoll February 7 2006, 05:37:00 UTC

"Tuberculosis. There's a cure for it, but not in her time."

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