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[with_diamonds]

Lucy had managed, somehow, to stop herself from losing it in the long hours she'd spent at Max's, but as soon as she was far enough away -- and confident that he'd be safe there alone -- she ran off in the direction of the Compound. She'd held on for that long, she thought, she could keep it together for the distance there, though she certainly was

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[triednottodie]

Unsurprisingly, Gert was not that great at the whole 'comforting' thing. After all, she was the queen of repression with her own issues, the perfect picture of the apathetic and disaffected youth that adults were - gag her with a spoon - keen on engaging.

Exceptions could always be made for friends.

Gert hovered in the entrance in the kitchen, her expression conflicted. Knowing when someone wanted to be left alone and when someone wanted to be showered in hugs was never something she had mastered.

"Lucy?" she said, grasping the edge of the doorway. "Lucy, what's wrong?" Her words were hesitant, her tone bordering concern for her friend and anger at whatever - or whoever - had caused this.

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica was passing down the hallway when she heard Gert say Lucy's name, but photography could wait. The island flora, fauna and fellow freaks of nature would still be there when this was done, and all she was looked to do was appease the unending boredom anyway.

"What's going on?" she asked, stopping in the doorway before she saw Lucy. When she did catch sight of her, though, she pushed past Gert and moved to sit beside Lucy, old instincts rising up as she pulled the chair close to the other girl. "Lucy, what happened?"

Friends was all well and good, but if Jude had caused this, he'd still pay.

[with_diamonds]

It was just about the last thing Lucy was expecting, to be interrupted by Gert, and even less so to have Veronica join them. She inhaled sharply at the sound of the familiar voices, instantly trying to wipe some of the tears off her face as she lifted her head, as if it would have made her more presentable. "Gert," she croaked, then added, "Veronica. It's..."

She couldn't get herself to put it into a sentence, though, not yet, when the would was still so fresh, and all she could do was sigh. "I don't know what to do," she admitted, running one shaky hand back through her tousled hair. "I don't fucking know what to do, it's Max, he..."

Trembling, she reached into her pocket for the empty syringe and laid it on the table with her free hand, the other sliding down from her hair to rest on her neck.

[triednottodie]

Gert didn't register whatever it was that Lucy had pulled out of her pocket until she walked closer. A syringe. It could've mean any number of things but the the first that she thought of is 'overdose'. She decided against voicing that, though, wanting to get a better idea of what the hell was going on before she reacted.