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Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Candice Wilmer, Dae-Mun 'Jimmy' Lee
Summary: The morning after this log, Candice realises dates are important and makes a call to Odessa.
Status: Complete
Private
At eight thirty, she called Thompson because her headache had returned with a vengeance and she just couldn't be bothered to move out of bed. It was probably a concussion, she said, and thank God for the doctors who concurred and recommended she be placed on leave. She really thought she deserved it after the week she'd had.
Thankfully, so did Thompson. Or at least, he agreed she was useless to him in her condition.
Less than an hour later, however, she remembered last night's dinner and the post-it she'd stuck to the TV and made her way to the pharmacy to put her mind at ease. She never really doubted the outcome, it was more of a precaution after the fact. A precaution that made her roll her eyes repeatedly while she waited and tried to pretend she wasn't even the slightest bit worried.
Get on the pill or stop fucking around. Simple enough, right? And not much of a choice, either.
The contents of the box spilled into the bin and thirty minutes later, she was back in bed with more painkillers and her cell. She knew the number by heart.
Characters: Candice Wilmer, Dae-Mun 'Jimmy' Lee
Summary: The morning after this log, Candice realises dates are important and makes a call to Odessa.
Status: Complete
Private
At eight thirty, she called Thompson because her headache had returned with a vengeance and she just couldn't be bothered to move out of bed. It was probably a concussion, she said, and thank God for the doctors who concurred and recommended she be placed on leave. She really thought she deserved it after the week she'd had.
Thankfully, so did Thompson. Or at least, he agreed she was useless to him in her condition.
Less than an hour later, however, she remembered last night's dinner and the post-it she'd stuck to the TV and made her way to the pharmacy to put her mind at ease. She never really doubted the outcome, it was more of a precaution after the fact. A precaution that made her roll her eyes repeatedly while she waited and tried to pretend she wasn't even the slightest bit worried.
Get on the pill or stop fucking around. Simple enough, right? And not much of a choice, either.
The contents of the box spilled into the bin and thirty minutes later, she was back in bed with more painkillers and her cell. She knew the number by heart.