He doesn't know why he bothers, really. They'll find the body and they'll have to leave again. He supposes the best laid plans are always wrecked like this, scattered in these pieces on the floor like the different colour samples of paint he's looking at for the walls. There won't be any painting, and so, he realizes, this is all just pretty damned ( Read more... )

Tom's bandaged the gunwound Natasha gave him fairly well, after he stumbled and crawled home from the Nexus. It hurts like hell, and he hopes that the Quetiapine doesn't have any bad side effects with the amount of painkillers (the only drugs he trusts) that he just took for it. But the bullet mostly grazed his knee rather than going through, so he ( Read more... )

The Quetiapine does make him sleep very heavily. He only woke up once during the night, and that was because it had given him a headache that surely proved the devil existed. The next time he wakes up, it's almost ten in the morning, and he knows what he's got to do if he ever wants a full day out of his life again. He just wonders if he has both ( Read more... )