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A day it had been since Chase's accident, and Lucy hadn't yet slept at all, too busy fretting about him to try and get herself some rest. It was nothing new, the overwhelming need she felt to hold on tight to the people she had left here as their number constantly dwindled, but it was different like this, in the face of something so physically dangerous rather than a disappearance that no one could help. In between bouts of worrying, she was utterly furious, having known all along that he could be pretty fucking dumb but not having expected this, and alternating between blaming him and herself for it. She'd grown damn good at shouldering guilt with her brother, and Chase was the closest to that she had anymore. After these past few months, she ought to have seen it coming, but just like with Max and the drugs, she had turned a blind eye until it had been too late.
She still wasn't as goddamn stupid as he was, though.
Long days and sleepless nights were nothing new to her, keeping them a habit she'd been able to break upon arriving on the island but that still she could fall back into without a problem, old ways ingrained in her after all the months she'd spent doing the same in New York. With Chase in the clinic, it was just too similar, anyway, giving her a flood of memories regarding Max that it really wasn't the time for when it felt like she was at her wit's end already. She had gone to the kitchen in search of coffee, but finding Veronica there instead, figured that a distraction would be just as good as, if not better than, caffeine. "Hey," she said, summoning up a smile, genuine if a little weary at the corners. There was always relief that came in seeing a friend, now perhaps more so than usual, but that was something she intended to keep to herself. There was no need to constantly harp on the losses they'd both had to deal with. "How're you?"
She still wasn't as goddamn stupid as he was, though.
Long days and sleepless nights were nothing new to her, keeping them a habit she'd been able to break upon arriving on the island but that still she could fall back into without a problem, old ways ingrained in her after all the months she'd spent doing the same in New York. With Chase in the clinic, it was just too similar, anyway, giving her a flood of memories regarding Max that it really wasn't the time for when it felt like she was at her wit's end already. She had gone to the kitchen in search of coffee, but finding Veronica there instead, figured that a distraction would be just as good as, if not better than, caffeine. "Hey," she said, summoning up a smile, genuine if a little weary at the corners. There was always relief that came in seeing a friend, now perhaps more so than usual, but that was something she intended to keep to herself. There was no need to constantly harp on the losses they'd both had to deal with. "How're you?"