Uh, hell, Reese thought as she tried taking a drink of coffee and ended up
leaving it on the counter as she headed toward the livingroom. It was
morning but she didn't know whether Sam was here or had stayed out
with...... her father --
Still a weird thought. But Sam might have ended up staying on the island or
maybe she was still asleep upstairs.
Screw it, she thought as the headache that had been pulsating under the
surface now made itself fully known.
She felt like crap and half fell into a sitting position on the nearest
couch, only to fall sideways and succumb to sleep. There was no making it
up to her room.
Reese hadn't even noticed that her cut had started bleeding again as her
hand hung over the side of the couch, haphazardly.
One drop of blood escaped the bandage around the cut and fell onto the
carpeted floor.
Sam:
Sam was relieved to see Reese car back when she reached the house. Relief
that was soon replaced by irrational fury caused by lack of sleep. Well it
wasn't entirely irrational. She entered the house and began looking for her
friend finding her int he living room. "Where the Hell have you been," she
demanded her hands on her hips and green eyes flaring.
