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It isn't the first time he's done this outdoors, but the urban jungle was pretty different from the trees.  He honestly doesn't know where the hell he's going, will probably end up lost on the way back, but it's not like he's thinking clearly right now.  "Man, I don't even know those guys, your secret's safe with me."

He feels ( Read more... )

Sometimes he knows when the meds have worn off just by how the world looks--no different, really, but some soft edge has gone from it, things are thrown into sharp relief and begin to loom.  When he closes his eyes to sleep, it isn't deep and restful, or a light doze, but a time to toss and turn.  He dreams of deserts a lot, when he forgets a dose ( Read more... )

Yet another nice day in paradise, everybody with their heads on straight and the sun covering everything.  He's trekked through the jungle from Joe's house to the beach while his clone works on the shelves Shane wanted, and Angelo inevitably followed.  Miguel picks his way through a shallow tide pool, fresh enough to possess only slivers of fish in ( Read more... )

It's probably suerte that the crash room and psych office were so close to each other--he might not be on anything yet, but seeing that doctor, describing those feelings, of being so shaken up and upset that even after he's dead, he still has all of his old problems, had helped some.  Enough that he could make it on his own until they gave him ( Read more... )