TW: Suicidal ideation
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thecityneversleepsIt's always there, one way or another, but sometimes it gets loud enough that it's impossible to ignore.
( TW: Suicidal Ideation (not graphic) )
It's been a complicated couple of weeks.
Mostly, he's been working and sleeping and running and trying his damndest not to think. He's been drinking a little more than he would usually and he's bought cigarettes and, when he's smoked them all, he's bought more. He's pissed off with himself about that -- it had been a bitch to mostly kick the habit, when he'd done it back in Pittsburgh. He's spent time with Nikita and that has helped, honestly; it's refreshingly uncomplicated, what they've got going on. He's picked up extra shifts. He's avoided Jack as much as he can
And it's been two weeks since that day up at Kagua and nothing is any clearer than it was before.
Which tracks.
It's a bright, clear day, fucking freezing and, instead of a roof, he finds himself on the beach, down on the sand. He wishes it was warm enough to surf but, even in a wetsuit, that water is far too cold. He ends up just sitting, huddled in his coat, staring out at the water with a cigarette smoldering between two fingers.
If he waits long enough, maybe everything will start to make sense.
ooc: Dr. Abbot isn't the only one with an ongoing existential crisis. Find Robby on the beach any time it suits your pup or, if it works better, on his way back towards his apartment near the hospital.
( TW: Suicidal Ideation (not graphic) )
It's been a complicated couple of weeks.
Mostly, he's been working and sleeping and running and trying his damndest not to think. He's been drinking a little more than he would usually and he's bought cigarettes and, when he's smoked them all, he's bought more. He's pissed off with himself about that -- it had been a bitch to mostly kick the habit, when he'd done it back in Pittsburgh. He's spent time with Nikita and that has helped, honestly; it's refreshingly uncomplicated, what they've got going on. He's picked up extra shifts. He's avoided Jack as much as he can
And it's been two weeks since that day up at Kagua and nothing is any clearer than it was before.
Which tracks.
It's a bright, clear day, fucking freezing and, instead of a roof, he finds himself on the beach, down on the sand. He wishes it was warm enough to surf but, even in a wetsuit, that water is far too cold. He ends up just sitting, huddled in his coat, staring out at the water with a cigarette smoldering between two fingers.
If he waits long enough, maybe everything will start to make sense.
ooc: Dr. Abbot isn't the only one with an ongoing existential crisis. Find Robby on the beach any time it suits your pup or, if it works better, on his way back towards his apartment near the hospital.
