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"Ugh."
John blearily glanced around his room, rubbing his index finger and thumb between his eyes. He felt the repercussions of his drinking last night, his stomach turning over at any slight movement.
Somehow managing to heave himself through a shower, the man began his daily routine.
Shower. Dress. Sit on couch. Watch the telly but not really pay attention. Ignore the call from the therapist.
John glanced at his phone. He had three new messsages, two from My croft, another from Greg.
John, have you thought about that job? It's at a very prestigious hospital. There won't be an opening for long.
-MH
You really should take it.
-MH
Bloody Mycroft. John did not want a job. He didn't want to have another place where he would have to pretend that he was doing well and fine and that nothing was the matter. He didn't really want anything anymore.
And the one thing he did really want, he knew he could not receive.
oi, john, want to grab lunch later?
-GL
sure. when?
-JW
working on a case right now, maybe in an hour?
-GL
that's fine
-JW
Lunch. Huh. What a concept. John's eating pattern's had been spotty over the last year. There would be days where he wouldn't even think about eating. Often, a pang of hunger would hit and he'd have toast or something, but eating really never came to mind.
Ironic, though, how he always badgered Sherlock to eat, but now…
Well, now he had fallen into his old flatmate's habits. Or maybe his own old habits. He never really ate before Sherlock either.
He really had gone back where he started.
So. I figured that I would take the liberty to sign you up for the job anyway.
-MH
no
-JW
It will be good for you.
-MH
still no
-JW
There is a very lovely girl there I went to school with. I could introduce you two…
-MH
i will continue to say no
-JW
You start work next Monday. 8 o'clock sharp. Don't be late. I'll send you the address later.
-MH
fine
-JW
A girl. John knew that maybe before he'd have been more interested, but romantic relationships had gone onto the list of things he couldn't bother about the day Sherlock stepped off that roof.
John hadn't even gone near a hospital since then, much less work in one. I guess I will have something to do… He sighed, rubbing his temples.
hey, I'll be there in a few minutes. want to go to that old pub near the station?
-GL
Time to smile.