He wasn't in any danger, he was just-- high. The realization of this setting a bur in the center of her heart that clogged up her initial response which was to... to help. Technically by the order of the man who paid her pay checks if this kind of scenario happened she was meant to call the police if he was not in need of a hospital. Even then, she was suppose to pack his bag and have him back at the rehab facility the moment he checked out.
Joan saw it as tough love when she first began as his sober companion, and she had half a mind to do it. And half a mind-- to cover for him. To not have them take away the one thing she had thought kept him from this place. Perhaps not, because in one instant he had thrown it away and she still didn't understand why, not really. She knew a name and an emotion tagged to it, but nothing else.
So she takes his wrist, turns his arm and finds the track marks and then quite unceremoniously dropped his arm back.
"Where is it." it's not even a question at this point, it's a demand. "Is there any left?"
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Date: 2012-12-07 05:11 pm (UTC)Joan saw it as tough love when she first began as his sober companion, and she had half a mind to do it. And half a mind-- to cover for him. To not have them take away the one thing she had thought kept him from this place. Perhaps not, because in one instant he had thrown it away and she still didn't understand why, not really. She knew a name and an emotion tagged to it, but nothing else.
So she takes his wrist, turns his arm and finds the track marks and then quite unceremoniously dropped his arm back.
"Where is it." it's not even a question at this point, it's a demand. "Is there any left?"