Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2010-02-05 11:32 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote2010-02-05 11:32 pm
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OOM: Room #25 (WARNING: Contains triggery content)
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After Guppy takes Alex home, Kate eventually does make it to the fire to warm up. Of course, by this point her body is already warm; it's her heart that feels chilled. She dispenses with the tea, and just takes the whiskey for a second and third drink.
It's late by the time she's able to muddle through her thoughts well enough to drag herself upstairs. All she wants to do is collapse into her bed and sleep, but once she reaches the landing--
Doc.
He'll be expecting her.
She stands there for a moment, gathering her wits about her.
I don't want him to see me like this.
She swallows hard, steeling herself for what she knows she has to do next. She can't just bypass his room without a word; not when they've been spending so many nights together. Not when he'll be expecting her. Not when they've just had the intimacy 'conversation.' She'll pull herself together long enough to tell him she needs a quiet night to sleep. Everything's fine, she just misses her own bed. She'll be right as rain come tomorrow.
When she stops outside his door, she doesn't take out her key and walk in. For some reason, tonight she knocks.
.
After Guppy takes Alex home, Kate eventually does make it to the fire to warm up. Of course, by this point her body is already warm; it's her heart that feels chilled. She dispenses with the tea, and just takes the whiskey for a second and third drink.
It's late by the time she's able to muddle through her thoughts well enough to drag herself upstairs. All she wants to do is collapse into her bed and sleep, but once she reaches the landing--
Doc.
He'll be expecting her.
She stands there for a moment, gathering her wits about her.
She swallows hard, steeling herself for what she knows she has to do next. She can't just bypass his room without a word; not when they've been spending so many nights together. Not when he'll be expecting her. Not when they've just had the intimacy 'conversation.' She'll pull herself together long enough to tell him she needs a quiet night to sleep. Everything's fine, she just misses her own bed. She'll be right as rain come tomorrow.
When she stops outside his door, she doesn't take out her key and walk in. For some reason, tonight she knocks.
.
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"You sure? I...I can help, if y'...need me to."
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She manages to keep the quiver from her voice, but can't hold back a sniffle.
"Jus' go."
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He looks down at her feet, running his hands from her wrists, back to her ankles. He doesn't want to let her go. His throat works without sound, jaw flexing as his eyes focus at some far-off point in the 'distance', fingertips brushing the skin-warmed metal of the golden anklet with an absent touch.
"Anythin'."
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She sits for a moment longer, hands still curled around the chair.
Eventually, she moves, using the chair back as support to haul herself to her feet.
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(She might need him.)
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When she thinks she has a good grip on herself, she carefully makes her way over to the tub, slowly pulling the curtain back and reaching in to turn the shower on.
Hot.
She strips right there, leaning against the wall as she lets all of her clothes fall into a pile at her feet, and carefully climbs in. The water turns her skin pink, and she feels dizzy breathing in the steam with her head already foggy as it is. But she doesn't turn the tap any cooler, neither does she get out.
Nor does she actually bathe.
She eventually ends up on the floor of the tub, knees curled to her chest and forehead pressed to the cool fiberglass, sobbing quietly. She doesn't even move when the water turns lukewarm, and then cold.
It's the most private spot she has in this room, right now.
She doesn't want to talk.
She doesn't want to think.
She just wants to grieve.