Had a bad day again

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Who: Aiden
What: Breakdown
Where: Medical Facility Bedroom C
When: Day 20 late at night
Invited: Anyone
Status: Incomplete

It was late and quiet. Finally quiet after a day of chaos. Though she would have swore to it earlier she wasn’t thankful for the silence tonight. Tonight more than any other she longed for the constant hum of the city, tonight because this was the night she finally realized she wasn’t going home.

Curled up in the corner of the room Aiden was still wearing the scrub pants, though she had changed her top to the worn out FBI t-shirt she’d swiped from her best friend shortly after he’d moved back home. Her best friend she’d never see again. He’d do anything for her, go to the ends of the earth to find her, but it didn’t matter. This place was some kind of Bermuda triangle like trap. You came in but didn’t go out.

And she cried. Cried for all the people she’d never see again, cried for the memories she couldn’t keep from running through her head. Each of her five senses seemed to betray her, bombarding her with memories. She rememberd the sound of the rats that used to run along the beams in the ceiling where she grew up,remembered the sound of her and her partner’s skates slicing through the ice in perfect unison. She could see Danny’s brilliant smile, her mother’s artwork. She could smell the gunpowder from when her and Stella would go to the range and the fish from down the dock were one of her brothers worked. She could taste her father’s spaghetti sauce, and blood in her mouth when her face hit concrete. And she could feel the baby that once grew inside her, and feel the bite in the air the day they buried her.

The memories themselves came disjointed and random. But she knew everyone intimately, and they forced on her a wave of emotions she couldn’t keep back. She felt like she was drowning. Her sobs echoed eerily in the room and her face was wet with tears.

[Ami] Late-Afternoon Awakening

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Who: Ami
Where: Medical Facility: Kitchen #1
When: Day 20, late-afternoon, before The Crux of the Matter, after What do you do with a drunken sailor and The Subconscious Never Sleeps
Invited: Anyone present in Cafeteria #1
Status: Complete

Ami felt safe. That was the first sensation that she had any awareness of upon blinking her eyes open. She was safe, she was whole. Scott was with her, both mentally and physically. Ami curled in close to Scott, breathing in his scent, clean and soapy with that antiseptic hospital soap and shampoo clean, but underneath it all the spicy musk earthy smell with just an elusive hint of an intangible sweetness and cleanness that was so much Scott.

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