June 2013
“…yeah, probably.” He made no effort to move, however. “Look, if this gets worse again…”
“Yes?” Emanuel tried not to look worried, but he was certain he failed miserably. Would this be a horrible reenactment of what the healer himself tried to do before?
“…I don’t know.” Sam laughed bitterly. “Don’t let me hurt anyone? Don’t let me hurt you? Do whatever it takes…” He shook his head. “Just don’t let me hurt anyone.”
[Pockets one more thing.] Okay, I think I’m good.
*snaps fingers again to return to the motel room* I’m going to start charging you for this.
Well, I don’t really have money, but if you ever need someone shot, I guess I could give it a go. [Weak smile] Or babysitting. I could do that, I think.
“I know,” said Sam. “Believe me, I know. I just don’t think there’s anything you can do about this.” He glanced at the pill bottles. “I don’t even know if they’re going to help all that much, I just thought I’d try.”
Emanuel swallowed down any disagreement. “Alright. You.. might want to lay down in case the sleep aid hits you hard.”
“…yeah, probably.” He made no effort to move, however. “Look, if this gets worse again…”
[Keeps looking, grabs a few more pill bottles.] I should be good. I really owe you one.
*raises an eyebrow at the number of bottles but doesn’t comment* Sure do, bucko.
[Pockets one more thing.] Okay, I think I’m good.
[Glances over his shoulder and smiles] Thanks.
*shrugs*
[Keeps looking, grabs a few more pill bottles.] I should be good. I really owe you one.
Emanuel felt terrible that he was surprised Sam answered him. “And you wanted to try medicine again,” he added for him. He rubbed his neck, sighed. “This is your battle, Sam. I understand that. I just don’t want you to forget that I would do anything in my power to help you with it. You only need to ask.”
“I know,” said Sam. “Believe me, I know. I just don’t think there’s anything you can do about this.” He glanced at the pill bottles. “I don’t even know if they’re going to help all that much, I just thought I’d try.”
Shouldn’t take too long. [Examines a pill bottle and pockets it] So how should I explain myself if I get caught?
*snorts* Bullwinkle, I’m the getaway car. You won’t get caught.
[Glances over his shoulder and smiles] Thanks.
Sam closed the bathroom door behind him and immediately went to the sink to splash some water on his face. “You’re okay,” he whispered. “You’re okay. Everything’s fine.”
of course it is
Sam closed his eyes. Go away, go away…
saaaam. saaammy.
Sam winced. He immediately left the bathroom and sat down next to Emanuel, grabbing the other’s shoulder. “I’m okay,” he said quietly.
Emanuel smiled sadly. “I guess we can talk about the anti-psychotics another time?”
Sam laughed, a strained and bitter sound. He should have known Emanuel would look at the pill bottles. He’d just been hoping to put off the conversation until later. “They’ve…been getting worse,” he admitted. “I thought I saw him a few times.”
