That stops her to the point it is visible how she gives a start, jerking open the drawer and finding the culprit sitting innocent as can be on the bottom.
This was not the time to be thinking about Liam, but she was and she gathers up everything as carefully as she could. Pulling out the layer of newspaper in another drawer that was meant to provide some sort of cleanliness and wrapping them up.
She picks his shirt up from where it was discarded on the bed and tosses it in his lap. The physical evidence of his relapse still for the moment in her hands.
"Put your clothes on, then come with me." she doesn't say how it isn't his fault. It is, but-- it is hers too in her mind. She feels it even though everything she has ever experienced with Liam and other addicts tells her she isn't, but that letter is in her minds eye. The things she said and how she pushed.
He isn't Liam. He isn't the other addicts. She has gotten too close and Joan knows it. The way she looks at him now though tells it all. She doesn't believe him. Not one bit. And it is a wonder whether this is the same look she gave the gurney when they rolled her patient away. Dead.
He won't get to see it long though as she heads to the door and opens it, leaving her bag and keys for the moment. She waits for him.
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Date: 2012-12-07 09:37 pm (UTC)This was not the time to be thinking about Liam, but she was and she gathers up everything as carefully as she could. Pulling out the layer of newspaper in another drawer that was meant to provide some sort of cleanliness and wrapping them up.
She picks his shirt up from where it was discarded on the bed and tosses it in his lap. The physical evidence of his relapse still for the moment in her hands.
"Put your clothes on, then come with me." she doesn't say how it isn't his fault. It is, but-- it is hers too in her mind. She feels it even though everything she has ever experienced with Liam and other addicts tells her she isn't, but that letter is in her minds eye. The things she said and how she pushed.
He isn't Liam. He isn't the other addicts. She has gotten too close and Joan knows it.
The way she looks at him now though tells it all. She doesn't believe him. Not one bit. And it is a wonder whether this is the same look she gave the gurney when they rolled her patient away. Dead.
He won't get to see it long though as she heads to the door and opens it, leaving her bag and keys for the moment. She waits for him.