i believe in medication

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Characters: Ema, Dist
Rating: R for DRUGS
Summary: Ema is not well. Dist goes to see why. :|
Location: Ema's apartment, probably eventually Dist's garage
Date/Time: October 28, evening
Status: ongoing

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After the... incident in the R&D labs, Ema had been checked for injuries before being sent home with instructions not to tell anyone what happened or her role in it. The order didn't create an issue for her, really, since she hadn't really wanted to dwell on it any more than she was already doomed to and she really didn't have anyone to tell anyway. Her surviving roommate had moved out immediately after Ashley's repossession, and Ashley was, well, dead

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When Ema finally opened the door, Dist was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. He gave her a once-over and quirked an eyebrow at her, then scowled a bit.

"Why wouldn't I be here?" he demanded, somewhat huffily. "You're the one that's been avoiding me!"

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Why was Dist so bent out of shape? Since when was she avoiding him? Ema rubber her eyes a little as she leaned on the door frame. Really, this kind of attitude wasn't what she wanted to deal with at this time of the morning. She hadn't been awake all that long and the sun wasn't even up yet.

Ema waved her hand vaguely. "No yelling." A pause, and then an idea. "Hey, can I send you on an errand for me?" Dist could do her grocery shopping for her, and maybe if she asked nicely enough he could hunt down Kasai. She disappeared back into her apartment to get her purse, leaving the door wide open behind her.

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"I don't know; what errand?" Dist followed her inside, settling his chair down by the door before standing and continuing after her. Her place was a wreck; there were bottles and vials everywhere, and she hardly even seemed to notice.

Up until right then, Dist had no idea about her addiction. He was aware of a bit of alcoholism, but not Zydrate, although considering how many surgeries she'd had over the past year it made sense. And by the sheer number of vials scattered around...

"Where did you get all this Zydrate?" Certainly not from Hojo.

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"I need food," Ema answered as she dug in her purse for her wallet. "I... really don't want to go outside." If one listened closely enough to her tone, her reasons for staying closed off from the rest of the world were crystal clear. "And and and the Zydrate is totally the legal stuff, look." Somehow managing to crouch down and pick a vial up without toppling over, Ema crossed the room back to Dist (wallet forgotten) and held the vial a few inches from his face, tapping on the GeneCo logo imprinted onto it. "Medical grade, not the scary grave-robber-y stuff." Most of it, anyway; Ema last appeal to Kasai had been for anything he had, which... well, she wasn't sure how he'd taken it or what he'd sold her, exactly. Oh well, Z was Z.

"I need it for the pain." She didn't specify exactly what kind.