John managed to hold out until eleven-thirty before he went home sick.
He tried to work, but he hadn't been able to concentrate on his patients. Not while David and his wife stood in the corner, staring at him with their miserable, unblinking eyes. He was their captive audience and they were a glaring reminder that his moral code had gotten them both killed back home.
John manages to find some small consolation that neither have a gaping gunshot wound. It doesn't help ease his conscience, but they depart sometime during the evening regardless. Before then, he walks briskly home through the streets of De Chima and trying to ignore the couple ghosting him.
March 6th.
John has seen his sister Harriet, a string of former girlfriends, but only Mary Watson has been his constant companion.
On the first day, she greeted him at the breakfast table with a wide smile. On his commute to and from work, she fell into step alongside him, ahead of David and his wife. At home, she creased with silent laughter over the action figures on the mantelpiece. She accompanies him while he does his errands, interjecting with her own commentary.
Maybe that last part is just what John thinks Mary might say. He has been talking to her a lot.
"What about light adult cat food?" John murmurs, holding up a tin of cat food to squint at the information written on the side. Hands entwined in front of her, Mary simply stands by his side and stares at him with those mischievous blue eyes. "Mm. Apparently, it contains lower calories. Sooo fifty percent shredded newspaper, then."
He smiles at Mary and puts the can into the shopping cart. Clearing his throat, he pushes it along and continues shopping with the mirage of his wife. He might be holding a few people up in aisles with all this chatter.
john watson | ota
John managed to hold out until eleven-thirty before he went home sick.
He tried to work, but he hadn't been able to concentrate on his patients. Not while David and his wife stood in the corner, staring at him with their miserable, unblinking eyes. He was their captive audience and they were a glaring reminder that his moral code had gotten them both killed back home.
John manages to find some small consolation that neither have a gaping gunshot wound. It doesn't help ease his conscience, but they depart sometime during the evening regardless. Before then, he walks briskly home through the streets of De Chima and trying to ignore the couple ghosting him.
March 6th.
John has seen his sister Harriet, a string of former girlfriends, but only Mary Watson has been his constant companion.
On the first day, she greeted him at the breakfast table with a wide smile. On his commute to and from work, she fell into step alongside him, ahead of David and his wife. At home, she creased with silent laughter over the action figures on the mantelpiece. She accompanies him while he does his errands, interjecting with her own commentary.
Maybe that last part is just what John thinks Mary might say. He has been talking to her a lot.
"What about light adult cat food?" John murmurs, holding up a tin of cat food to squint at the information written on the side. Hands entwined in front of her, Mary simply stands by his side and stares at him with those mischievous blue eyes. "Mm. Apparently, it contains lower calories. Sooo fifty percent shredded newspaper, then."
He smiles at Mary and puts the can into the shopping cart. Clearing his throat, he pushes it along and continues shopping with the mirage of his wife. He might be holding a few people up in aisles with all this chatter.
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