sorry this one took so long. this isn't really so difficult of a story that it should have taken five months to write. i do have ideas for the next two parts. "o" will be pretty much all bondage. "k" is an actual exhibition, but i don't have all the points worked out yet. i think "l" is the next one, but that's just kind of a blurry theme right now. we'll see how many years it takes me to write those.
ok, notes time:
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annie sick
unties sammy
"call doctor"
sammy finds annie's phone, looks through phone book, finds "doctor rachael LASTNAME" calls
"What."
"um, my friend Annie is sick, and you were listed in her phone."
"Who are you?"
"Sammy, i'm Annie's friend"
"I see. She found a new 'friend.' How long have you known her?"
"We just had our one year anniversary yesterday,"
"One...year?"
"Yeah, so anyway, Annie's really sick, and she's super hot, and she seems in pain, and she's coughing."
take temperature
fever
"you have to go get some prescriptions filled. what pharmacy do you go to?"
"i don't know"
"where do you live?"
"i don't know?"
"how?"
"I haven't been outside except for a few times with annie in the past year."
"well, you'll have to go outside now. find a pharamacy, and have them call me, and i'll tell them the details. you'll need some id, though"
"but.."
"look, get annie's hoodie. you'll be perfectly fine in it."
"tell annie i hope she feels better, and that i'm glad she has a good friend like you to help her"
half awakens annie, asks about hoodie
"bottom drawer"
puts on tights and tank, pulls out hugely oversized hoodie. slides into it. comes down so far it's almost a dress
arm cuffs have holes, slips her thumb through. feels bump sewn into cuff.
"where's id?"
"shakespeare..."
opens giant book, finds all her papers and stuff stuffed into the pages. gets drivers licence.
takes credit card from envelope stuck between books on shelf. takes annie's keys
shoes on, out the door. takes elevator down to lobby. steps outside.
no idea where to go.
"can i help you?" doorman asks.
"i need a pharmacy"
"do you live here?"
"Yeah, i'm annie's friend,"
"Oh, Miss Annie? I didn't realize."
"i need a pharamacy, she's not feeling well"
gives some directions. Sammy starts walking.
reaches pharmacy, has them call rachael, and they take order. "15 minutes"
goes next door to vietnamese restaurant. orders pho and banh mi (no cilantro) to go.
returns, picks up drugs "antibiotic once a day until gone. cough syrup as needed, no more than twice a day. check fever and make sure it goes down."
walks back outside. she pauses. lost.
feels soft vibrations around her tummy from the hoodie. she turns, and realizes that the vibrations point back home. only turn on when she's stopped for too long.
gets home, strips down.
forces annie awake for antibiotic and some of the cough syrup. feeds her spoonfuls of pho until she conks out again.
puts leftover pho in fridge. eats sandwich while watching annie.
piles blankets into a nest on the floor next to the bed, curls up with tablet to read for the day.
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next day, annie wakes up confused. head hurts and dizzy.
immediately panics when she doesn't see sammy next to her.
jumps out of bed, stepping directly on sammy who's curled up on the floor.
"dummy!" annie shouts at her
"double dummy! get back in bed!" sammy shouts back. annie sits back down. sammy gives her next antibiotic, and takes temperature again.
lower and better.
go to eat leftovers in kitchen. "what happened?"
"you got super sick, and you had me call your doctor. she prescribed you some drugs, so i went to get them. it's a good thing that hoodie knows how to get home." sammy smiles as she points at the hoodie on the couch.
"how did you know about the hoodie?"
"your doctor told me."
"I don't have a doctor."
"yeah, she's in your phone. Doctor Rachael."
annie turns white. "you called her?"
"why? is something wrong?"
"she's an ex, and we split up in a really messy way. i'm surprised she helped."
"she told me she hoped you felt better. really, other than her being a bit hard when i first called, she seemed really nice."
"i'm also glad you didn't hurt anyone with the hoodie. i made it in college so i wouldn't get lost. i put tazers into the sleeves so i didn't have to worry about creepers late at night."
sit in silence
"wait, if you don't have a doctor, does that mean i don't have a doctor? what if i get sick?"
annie smiles weakly. "we'll go get doctors this week. then we'll be ok in the future."
sit some more in silence.
"wait, if it's been a whole year, that means we missed christmas!"
"no, we didn't pet. you asked santa to be hanged, and when christmas came around, you were properly hanged."
"my question for you, pet, is why i'm the one who gets sick when you're the messy cunt eating shit all the time?"
giggles.
i'm going to have to deal with rachael at some point in the future.
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