"She wouldn't be here if she didn't, I can tell you that."
A moment in silence, and then he turns to the tray atop the cart, handing Gabriel the juice (plastic cup thin enough, translucent enough, to let the light seep into the wine-coloured liquid). In the other hand, the smaller cup, with three pills inside, round, white, and flat.
"These for the panic attacks," he says, "and this for the vitamins. Go on."
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Date: 2008-02-06 06:50 am (UTC)"She wouldn't be here if she didn't, I can tell you that."
A moment in silence, and then he turns to the tray atop the cart, handing Gabriel the juice (plastic cup thin enough, translucent enough, to let the light seep into the wine-coloured liquid). In the other hand, the smaller cup, with three pills inside, round, white, and flat.
"These for the panic attacks," he says, "and this for the vitamins. Go on."
(The light flickers again; the orderly tsks.)