Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint blah blah blah
After a bottle of wine and a pain killer or two, Jules was fast asleep. She was expecting to have a wonderful sleep after her long day but instead found herself pulling the trigger over and over again. Watching as the man she shot dead fell down over and over again. Did i do the right thing? Was he really going to shoot?
She awoke in a pool of her own sweat shaking as she reached over for another pain killer; she picked up the bottle "DO NOT TAKE WITH ALCOHOL"
She slipped out a pill and washed it down with some beer that was next to her bed.
I'm just going through a rough phase, i'm not addicted, i'll feel better in the morning.
After a couple more beers and some aspirin, Jules made her way into HQ.
She had forgotten to eat something for breakfast but couldn't feel how hungry she was.
Everything around her seemed to be like a dream, a really odd dream. Things were spinning and she was obviously seeing things that weren't there. She avoided everybody as she rushed into her locker room to splash some water over her face.
What's happening to me?
She covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath.
You can do this.
She walked out to the exercise room where team one were getting ready to start the day. After some quick hellos, Jules was able to make her way onto the treadmill. Things were going fine, all she had to do was run in a straight line. But with the room spinning around her that made things a little difficult.
After about 5 minutes of running, she couldn't take it anymore. She stepped off the treadmill and stumbled around as the rest of team one looked towards her.
"Jules?" Greg asked but before anyone could get off their equipment she had already fallen flat onto the ground.
Everybody rushed over to her as they quickly rolled her over.
"JULES!" She could hear them screaming but why were they yelling at her?
"I'm right here you don't need to yell"
She tried to sit up but her head felt like crap.
"Are you ok?" Ed asked, why did he look so concerned?
"Of course i am, what are you all doing?"
She looked down and noticed she was sitting on the floor surrounded by her team.
"Why am i on the ground?"
Now her head killed, she shivered in pain and placed her hand over the bruise that was quickly forming.
Everybody looked at Sarge as his face was a cross of confusion and concern.
"You passed out Jules" Greg said with a hint of fear in his voice.
That's when it all came back to her, the hallucinations, the room spinning.
She stood up, against the wishes of Greg. As she tried to balance herself on Sam and Wordy she held her head up high and brushed her clothes.
"Oh" She said, that's all she could think of. She walked over to a bench and sat down as the rest of the team followed her.
"I'm fine, really, just give me a sec"
"Lets get you to the hospital Jules, it was a nasty fall" Ed suggested.
"I'll just grab my things and I'll go myself" She urged. She knew that if anybody else took her, questions would be asked. Besides, she couldn't go to the hospital, they would surely know that she had been taking pain killers and had an addiction.
"Can you drive?" Sam asked
"I'll be fine" She insisted.
She walked back to her locker room as the rest of team one looked on.
"What the hell just happened?" Ed finally broke the silence.
"I wish I knew" Greg whispered.
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