Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2019 18:31:15 GMT -5
If I should ever start forgetting
I'll turn the lights off one by one
So you can see that I agree it's over
So you can see that I agree it's over
Work was the best distraction he had, and he had to hope that it was going well. His possible discovery was still being tested to see if he was on to something or just had found out something small. Either way, he felt like he was making steps in the right direction and he was feeling good about work for a change. It was one of the only things that made sense to him anymore, and he was glad that he had it. He was feeling the itch, the urge to do things again and he was tired of it, this random itch to not be alone. To find someone who could just love him and want him for who he was. He wasn’t ready for that. He didn’t want that yet. Dating was hard to do, it wasn’t something that he was looking for right now. It never was. They moved around so much from place to place, what did he expect if he fell in love? To leave the ICW? Then what would he do? Who would he be when the dust settled?
He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t have time to think about things like that his life was far more dangerous than it seemed. He could die going to a country that needed his help. He could leave and never be heard from again. He could die trying to make a difference, but at least then he knew that his death would be for the greater good. He had an appointment to meet someone in the pathology department. He wanted to go through samples he wanted to look at things, compare things like levels of different groups before and after getting sick.
He had a folder in his hand and was humming as he went up the stairs before he tripped on a stair as he sneezed. His allergies had been getting worse as of late, and he knew what was causing it but he couldn’t do anything about it. How do you tell someone you work with to cut back on the perfume? So he didn’t and he just took the potions that helped but today he had forgotten, and as he sneezed his foot slipped off the stair and he fell face forward unable to catch himself as another sneeze came from him. The next thing he knew he was waking up on his back at the top of the stairs blinking at the ceiling. ” Ah, frick. What happened.”
He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t have time to think about things like that his life was far more dangerous than it seemed. He could die going to a country that needed his help. He could leave and never be heard from again. He could die trying to make a difference, but at least then he knew that his death would be for the greater good. He had an appointment to meet someone in the pathology department. He wanted to go through samples he wanted to look at things, compare things like levels of different groups before and after getting sick.
He had a folder in his hand and was humming as he went up the stairs before he tripped on a stair as he sneezed. His allergies had been getting worse as of late, and he knew what was causing it but he couldn’t do anything about it. How do you tell someone you work with to cut back on the perfume? So he didn’t and he just took the potions that helped but today he had forgotten, and as he sneezed his foot slipped off the stair and he fell face forward unable to catch himself as another sneeze came from him. The next thing he knew he was waking up on his back at the top of the stairs blinking at the ceiling. ” Ah, frick. What happened.”