[ sam can't remember drinking for at least the past day, so the headache splintering her skull is chalked up to the adrenaline of fighting for her and her sister's life ebbing away. she pushes herself into sitting, the pain in her head spiking and making her wince, ducking her head against the palm of her hand. her fingertips spread to the edges of her temples and she tries to breathe, the stale scent in the room making her queasy.
a voice comes from the doorway and sam's head jerks up, eyes wide and wary and focused immediately on the girl. she's young, around tara and mindy and chad's age, and sam feels an immediate surge of protectiveness towards her, only it seems like the girl has things way more together than sam currently does.
she mentions she can have her share and sam frows, looking to the nightside table and recognizing the baggies of coke set out. her eyes go a little wide, because why the fuck are they setting drugs out like candy and why are drugs their go-to for painkillers, but she soon focuses back on the girl in the doorway. ]
Uh, no, thanks. [ she asks something else and sam isn't quite sure how to respond to it. ]
welcome (remix) | cw: drug reference, addiction talk
a voice comes from the doorway and sam's head jerks up, eyes wide and wary and focused immediately on the girl. she's young, around tara and mindy and chad's age, and sam feels an immediate surge of protectiveness towards her, only it seems like the girl has things way more together than sam currently does.
she mentions she can have her share and sam frows, looking to the nightside table and recognizing the baggies of coke set out. her eyes go a little wide, because why the fuck are they setting drugs out like candy and why are drugs their go-to for painkillers, but she soon focuses back on the girl in the doorway. ]
Uh, no, thanks. [ she asks something else and sam isn't quite sure how to respond to it. ]
I - yes. Aren't you? Wait, where are we?