Update!
The thing is about this story; I have very little inspiration for it. Since I started "The body is a cruel mistress" most of my attention has been around that. I probably had a plot line when I started this but god knows what it is now! If you guys have any ideas then that would be great, but otherwise I might leave the updates for a bit until inspiration strikes :)
I hope you enjoy anyway! -Sophie x
TW- razors and alcohol.
Connie stepped into her house and turned off the alarm, before locking her door and dumping her shoes and coat in the hallway. She made her way into the kitchen and unpacked her bag, her movements slowing when she picked up the silver bag of razors. Time seemed to stop as she held them; her heart began to beat louder and her fingers trembled.
This had been her way of release from a young age, though she managed to get clean after her 20's right up until she started in the ED. Things just got too much even for her to handle.
She looked down at them, her hair falling and covering her face as if to shield the world from her actions. Then, without even thinking about it, she turned and went upstairs.
The walk home had left her numb from the waist down, so she set the shower to hot before getting undressed. After turning on the music on her phone and putting it by the sink, Connie got into her bath tub and stood under the trickling water, letting it cascade over her body and seep into her skin, gently warning her up until she no longer felt like an icicle.
She reached out and picked up one of the small razors from the bag on the floor, nearly dropping it due to how badly she was shaking. This happened every time; fleeting thoughts would cross her mind- you don't have to do this, there's other ways you can let your feelings go, talk to someone instead; but these would be drowned out by the overwhelming sense of sadness and vulnerability that had become a permanent feature of her mind.
She brought the cool metal to her thighs and got ready to jerk her hand, just as her music quietened and her phone rang. Connie jumped, frozen for a moment before putting the razor on the side and drying her hands.
"Hello?" She pretended to cough as to mask the shakiness of her voice.
"Connie? It's Charlie."
"Oh, hello." She replied, sitting on the side of her bath tub as to not splash her phone.
"There's been a major fire at St James' ED and we're getting all their urgent cases. We need you in."
"But I only got home about 15 minutes ago!" The brunette protested, looking down at herself. "Plus I've just gotten in the shower. Can't you ask someone else?"
"I'm calling everyone, we need all hands on deck."
"I'm not walking again its freezing out there."
"Then I'll pick you up. 10 minutes?"
Connie rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, whatever."
With her final comment she ended the call, groaning out loud as she turned off the water and got out. On one hand this was a blessing in disguise; she hadn't drawn any blood. But on the other hand, it was just adding more fuel to the fire…
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Rita was just about to take the first gulp of her vodka when her phone rang. That too was Charlie and she internally cursed herself for not walking home fast enough. He offered to come pick her up as she too had no car, and she had to accept. The small blonde poured the clear liquid back into the bottle and hit it under the sink, just as there was a loud beep of a horn from outside.
She bundled herself up and went out to the car, struggling to see through the falling snow that was slowly getting heavier.
"Sorry Charlie but I wasn't going to walk in this-" The nurse stopped as she caught sight of who sat in the front. Connie was looking straight ahead, her face blank and posture unreadable. Rita blinked a few times.
"Don't you have a car?" She asked, climbing in and clipping her seatbelt in as Charlie set off.
"It's in the garage." She replied, voice flat. The woman raised her eyes and leant against the window.
It was going to be one long evening.