Come Clean 2
mcat – July 17, 2004
Damn.
We didn't see the gun. How could we not see it? And then the girl fell – it was only natural instinct to try to help her; to go to her. I guess I have to be somewhat happy – I did at least save her.
But beyond the pain, beyond the screaming in my own head, I remembered Martin's voice, his eyes. The tremors and fear in both. I tried to tell him it was okay. I cracked jokes. I thought I saw something else then. I called him on it. But he didn't answer.
Damn.
I kinda remember the chopper ride. Feeling dizzy and sick. And mad. Hell, I'd practically made a last, dying request. Would it have been so hard to grant a dying man his wish?
Jack, Viv and Samantha have all been by. Joking about how the office is so nice and quiet without me. Viv said Martin took some personal days; something about visiting his uncle and cousins. Martin didn't visit me. Maybe I'm glad.
Damn.
The doctors say I'll be okay. A week or so here in the hospital. A few weeks recovering at home. One even promised me he'd try to send me the cute nurses to take care of me.
Yeah, just what I need. Some cute chickies to give me sponge baths. Most guys' ultimate fantasy. Mine is hiding somewhere.
Damn.
Maybe I'm better off. Or maybe I was wrong. I was in shock, not thinking clearly, right? Come clean, I told him. Come clean yourself, Taylor.
The hole in your heart is bigger than the one in your back. And it hurts so fucking much.
Damn.
mcat – July 17, 2004
Damn.
We didn't see the gun. How could we not see it? And then the girl fell – it was only natural instinct to try to help her; to go to her. I guess I have to be somewhat happy – I did at least save her.
But beyond the pain, beyond the screaming in my own head, I remembered Martin's voice, his eyes. The tremors and fear in both. I tried to tell him it was okay. I cracked jokes. I thought I saw something else then. I called him on it. But he didn't answer.
Damn.
I kinda remember the chopper ride. Feeling dizzy and sick. And mad. Hell, I'd practically made a last, dying request. Would it have been so hard to grant a dying man his wish?
Jack, Viv and Samantha have all been by. Joking about how the office is so nice and quiet without me. Viv said Martin took some personal days; something about visiting his uncle and cousins. Martin didn't visit me. Maybe I'm glad.
Damn.
The doctors say I'll be okay. A week or so here in the hospital. A few weeks recovering at home. One even promised me he'd try to send me the cute nurses to take care of me.
Yeah, just what I need. Some cute chickies to give me sponge baths. Most guys' ultimate fantasy. Mine is hiding somewhere.
Damn.
Maybe I'm better off. Or maybe I was wrong. I was in shock, not thinking clearly, right? Come clean, I told him. Come clean yourself, Taylor.
The hole in your heart is bigger than the one in your back. And it hurts so fucking much.
Damn.