All right. [She prods and he shuts her out. It's just like their appointments- except for the part where she's naked and in need of a shower. Sweat damp hair is pushed hastily out of her face as she tries to think of something to say. It felt too cruel to pretend that nothing had happened, but what would be the point in the opposite? Tomorrow they would be gone from each other's lives... possibly for good.
But it still hurts, even though she knows he's only doing what he thinks is best. Maybe it's her fault. An apology hovers on the tip of her tongue, but she bites her lip and swallows it.
She folds her arms and watches him pick up the disc, wondering what's going through his head. She tries to picture him slipping out the first chance he's left alone- he'll have to move fast, because he'll barely have any time before they notice he's gone. Reyes will be furious. Morrison and Amari will question her- she's never had to lie to her superiors before. But there's a first time for everything.]
Can you wait here, just for a second? [She considers getting dressed for this, but she'll need a shower regardless, and- well, he'd already seen everything. Angela slips quietly from the room and returns a second later, two bottles in her hands. She works diligently, as if she wasn't completely naked in front of him, retrieving a pen and note pad from the floor. Something is hastily scribbled down and, with a deep breath to steel herself, she carefully begins to remove one of the bottle's labels. Might as well break more rules tonight.]
You might want to hide this somewhere you can retrieve it from while you're... on your way out. You'd be better at smuggling it out than I would be. [After they realize he's gone she'll be pulled into an interrogation room. With one label removed and in one piece, she begins work on the second one.] Just in case, I'm dating the prescription to a few days ago. You were experiencing more pain than usual and needed some mild painkillers.
[It's a story she's making up more for herself than him, as if he'd answer anyone's questions if they bothered to ask. With the labels switched, she attaches the notes to one of the bottles. There's a hesitant pause before she reaches over and takes his free hand, pressing the bottle into his palm.]
They'll make you drowsy, so try not to take any until you're sure you're safe... and please take some.
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But it still hurts, even though she knows he's only doing what he thinks is best. Maybe it's her fault. An apology hovers on the tip of her tongue, but she bites her lip and swallows it.
She folds her arms and watches him pick up the disc, wondering what's going through his head. She tries to picture him slipping out the first chance he's left alone- he'll have to move fast, because he'll barely have any time before they notice he's gone. Reyes will be furious. Morrison and Amari will question her- she's never had to lie to her superiors before. But there's a first time for everything.]
Can you wait here, just for a second? [She considers getting dressed for this, but she'll need a shower regardless, and- well, he'd already seen everything. Angela slips quietly from the room and returns a second later, two bottles in her hands. She works diligently, as if she wasn't completely naked in front of him, retrieving a pen and note pad from the floor. Something is hastily scribbled down and, with a deep breath to steel herself, she carefully begins to remove one of the bottle's labels. Might as well break more rules tonight.]
You might want to hide this somewhere you can retrieve it from while you're... on your way out. You'd be better at smuggling it out than I would be. [After they realize he's gone she'll be pulled into an interrogation room. With one label removed and in one piece, she begins work on the second one.] Just in case, I'm dating the prescription to a few days ago. You were experiencing more pain than usual and needed some mild painkillers.
[It's a story she's making up more for herself than him, as if he'd answer anyone's questions if they bothered to ask. With the labels switched, she attaches the notes to one of the bottles. There's a hesitant pause before she reaches over and takes his free hand, pressing the bottle into his palm.]
They'll make you drowsy, so try not to take any until you're sure you're safe... and please take some.
[It's the last thing she can truly do for him.]