Title – Sleepless in Chicago
Author - ~*Anglebaby04*~ (Steph)
Disclaimer- I'm borrowing. They will be
returned, so don't sue me. I have no money.
Note- This was done in one sitting, very
late at night. I apologize if it gets random. I thought it was quite good. My
first try at Dave angst, so be nice. (I reposted this b/c I realized that the
font got all screwed and it looked bad. J)
Shout out! – As I was reading this, I realize
that this sounds a lot like Cat neil's fic , beloved. I apologize
if you think I copied, but I really didn't. Please read Cat's fic, its awesome!
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He rolled over and his
eyes jerked open. He looked at the red illuminated numbers. 2:54 glowed
in his face. What was the point of going back to sleep, he would just
have to wake up in 2 hours and face another grueling day at that damn
hospital. He rolled back onto his other side and his eyes wandered to the
sights outside his window. All that was visible was the rooftops from the
apartment complex across the street, some power lines, and the orange glow that
seemed to overtake the sky. He wondered why he had never noticed this
before. It was calm, quiet, uplifting, yet at the same time horribly depressing.
He lay there, looking out at that eerie orange glow. Comments he had
received that day began to fly through his head.
Be lucky that you still
have the title of doctor in front of your name, Mallucci.
In attempt to drown out
the sounds of the voices, he listened to the sounds outside.
A dog barked.
Grow up, Mallucci.
Car backfire.
Dave gets really sensitive around child abuse
cases.
People yelling.
Step aside, Mallucci, you don't know what your doing.
Tires screeching.
Just stop bothering me, Dave.
He sat straight up in his bed. He walked over to his
bathroom and splashed some water on
his face. He looked up at his reflection in the
mirror.
"When are you going to stop being such a royal pain in the
ass, Dave?"
He returned to his bed and slid back under the
sheets. He rolled over to face the window again. The one thing that
bothered him more than all of the hurtful comments, was the fact that no matter
which way he rolled in his bed, there was no one else there. No one to comfort
him, no one to hold him, kiss him, tell him it would all get better. The
only source he had fro comfort right now was that orange glow enveloping the
world outside him, protecting him from all the hurt, pain, and
disappointment. He rolled over onto his back and attempted to sleep.
After all, the glow would only comfort him for so long, and then it would fail.
Just like everything else.