People often asked him why he didn't talk to his ex-wife, why he didn't try and get some sort of contact with her so he could see his daughter
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Christine had heard the commotion from down the hall as she came from the recovery ward. By the time she'd reached the main area of the med bay, Leonard was gone and the staff were all chatting with mixed looks of excitement and worry on their faces. Once she'd gotten the story out of them, she headed to Leonard's office to investigate
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By the time the chime rang at his door, the color was high in his cheeks and his smelled more like alcohol than the bottle did. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts as best he could, Leonard put the flask away, his thoughts of Joanna away, his thoughts of Jocelyn.
'Just forget about her. 'Bout Jocelyn. Two-timing wench don't deserve none of your time.' He tried to tell himself, but even his mind's voice fell on deaf ears as Leonard walked to the door and opened it.
There was no hiding the surprise on his face seeing Christine standing there, waiting for the door to be opened. Well this was fantastic. What a state for her to see him in - not that she hadn't seen him like this before.
"Somethin' wrong in Medical already?" He said, a slight slur added to his drawl.
The reek of alcohol greeted Christine when the door opened. Shocked that he was drinking on shift, she couldn't form an response for a moment, just staring at him with parted lips. Finally her brain caught up and she answered.
"Yeah. Someone's trashed your office. Can I come in? Thanks." Not waiting for the go ahead, she squeezed in past him. The last thing that Leonard needed was someone to pass by and see the state he was in.
Normally, Leonard wouldn't drink on shift. He knew better, and Christine knew he knew better. But this time it was different. He had to get his ex-wife out of his head, had to do something.
Before he could protest her coming inside, she was already in,the door hissing shut in his face. "Christine, damnit, just what d'y'think y're doin'?" The CMO was a mess, shirt wrinkled, hair mussed up, and red visible in his eyes.
He moved past her back over to his couch and plopped down heavily, swearing mentally to himself that he had forgotten the damn flask back up in the cabinet.
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By the time the chime rang at his door, the color was high in his cheeks and his smelled more like alcohol than the bottle did. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts as best he could, Leonard put the flask away, his thoughts of Joanna away, his thoughts of Jocelyn.
'Just forget about her. 'Bout Jocelyn. Two-timing wench don't deserve none of your time.' He tried to tell himself, but even his mind's voice fell on deaf ears as Leonard walked to the door and opened it.
There was no hiding the surprise on his face seeing Christine standing there, waiting for the door to be opened. Well this was fantastic. What a state for her to see him in - not that she hadn't seen him like this before.
"Somethin' wrong in Medical already?" He said, a slight slur added to his drawl.
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"Yeah. Someone's trashed your office. Can I come in? Thanks." Not waiting for the go ahead, she squeezed in past him. The last thing that Leonard needed was someone to pass by and see the state he was in.
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Before he could protest her coming inside, she was already in,the door hissing shut in his face. "Christine, damnit, just what d'y'think y're doin'?" The CMO was a mess, shirt wrinkled, hair mussed up, and red visible in his eyes.
He moved past her back over to his couch and plopped down heavily, swearing mentally to himself that he had forgotten the damn flask back up in the cabinet.
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