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James in the clinic

Aug 02, 2006 19:04

James was in the clinic, in his office. He was catching up on some paperwork, though he wasn't really paying much attention to what he was doing. He was listless, tired, drained; he looked like he hadn't really slept properly in a number of nights, which wasn't far from the truth. After everything that had happened with Greg, after Greg found out ( Read more... )

clinic, greg, james wilson

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gotcanewillpoke August 2 2006, 14:35:14 UTC

For his part, Greg had been staying away from the clinic, after the break up. He knew James was there, and it wasn't so much respect for james as a selfishness that kept him away. He didn't want to run in to James. Didn't want to face him. Didn't want to remember.

But when his Vicodin supply dwindled and he'd run through all the morphine he kept in his room, it was either visit the clinic or hit the streets. The clinic, and james, were a far safer bet than trying to mingle with the real junkies.

He looked tired. Too tired. He hadn't slept much at all since James left. His eyes were dull with need of sleep, and yet glassy with the effect of the drugs he was ingesting regularly. His gait was unsteady, even with the cane, because he was taking the drugs to numb his mind more than for his leg. He couldn't even feel his leg anymore, and it was an awkward hop-step combination as he entered the clinic.

dontkeepkosher August 2 2006, 14:44:46 UTC

James pulled the door of his office open, clutching his mug by the handle and when he heard the clinic door open he thought it was a patient. At first.

Two steps out of his office, and he stopped dead in his tracks, looking at Greg. He felt his stomach tighten and his pulse quicken slightly, nervousness and guilt and a million other unsettling emotions eating into him, at once.

And Greg looked... he looked terrible. And what made it worse was the fact that James knew he'd been the cause of that.

Tapping the bottom of his mug against his palm, he awkwardly watched Greg for a moment before he looked away and gingerly took a few steps forward, almost like he was too scared to move in front of Greg. Like if he moved he'd be like a rabbit drawing attention to itself in the spotlight.

gotcanewillpoke August 2 2006, 14:49:27 UTC

His blue eyes flickered, and focused on James. "I need my pills."

No "Hi, how are you?" no "I missed you." He wouldn't give any of that. He knew his posture gave it away. He could have gone to any clinic, any hospital anywhere in the world. His perscription from Princeton-Plainsboro was still valid. He could rationalise with any doctor anywhere.

Coming to James had as much to do with checking up on him as the convenience of the location.

dontkeepkosher August 2 2006, 14:58:32 UTC

James halted in his tracks again briefly, went to keep walking and then came to a reluctant stop. He lightly tapped his mug on his palm again before he glanced at Greg, and he nodded tensely.

"Okay," he replied, quietly.

Greg telling him, a little while back, that he was cutting the pills down, crossed James' mind, but now really wasn't the time to mention that. He'd just... do as Greg asked of him and leave it at that.

But... if he knew Greg, he wasn't just here for his pills. He was here to check up on James, at the very least. That thought alone gave James a very small ray of hope that maybe, maybe they could work this out. Maybe.

He hesitantly gestured to his mug and added tentatively, "You want a... coffee or something?"

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