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Aug. 20th, 2005 09:14 pm[oom: after this]
Guppy goes into his room and shuts the door quietly, so that he can't hear Nina sobbing. Abs is there to comfort her, so he isn't worried about her. No more than about anybody else anyway.
It was all so quiet. It was all so still. Death makes good TV
He lies on the bed, face down, staring into the darkness of his quilt. His whole body feels shaky, like he has just had a bad dose of flu. Claire is dead. Fourteen deaths of staff in his department in nineteen years, and still only one of natural causes.
I've been working there since October, and two staff had died
Kill off the boring characters. Gets the ratings up
Nobody is killing us off. She killed herself. It's all just a coincidence.
LIAR! You don't believe that for one second. How long has Claire been suicidal for? I rest my case.
Nobody is watching me right now. There is no conspiracy of writers.
Prove it. You thought it was going to be you. Must be relieved.
The overwhealming collection of thoughts makes his head ache. He feels like he's arguing with his own brain.
He gets up off the bed. He has to get out of Holby for tonight. He wants to stop thinking because he knows it's going to drive him nuts. He looks in the mirror.
I can see you
He gets the newspaper and covers over the mirror again. He doesn't want anyone to see him. Not here, not now, not tonight. Ray and Asar-Suti are probably right but he doesn't want to take that chance. He then opens the bathroom door, picks up a book at random and walks into the bar. He promised Abs he wouldn't get drunk tonight, but he needs to get out for now.
Guppy goes into his room and shuts the door quietly, so that he can't hear Nina sobbing. Abs is there to comfort her, so he isn't worried about her. No more than about anybody else anyway.
It was all so quiet. It was all so still. Death makes good TV
He lies on the bed, face down, staring into the darkness of his quilt. His whole body feels shaky, like he has just had a bad dose of flu. Claire is dead. Fourteen deaths of staff in his department in nineteen years, and still only one of natural causes.
I've been working there since October, and two staff had died
Kill off the boring characters. Gets the ratings up
Nobody is killing us off. She killed herself. It's all just a coincidence.
LIAR! You don't believe that for one second. How long has Claire been suicidal for? I rest my case.
Nobody is watching me right now. There is no conspiracy of writers.
Prove it. You thought it was going to be you. Must be relieved.
The overwhealming collection of thoughts makes his head ache. He feels like he's arguing with his own brain.
He gets up off the bed. He has to get out of Holby for tonight. He wants to stop thinking because he knows it's going to drive him nuts. He looks in the mirror.
I can see you
He gets the newspaper and covers over the mirror again. He doesn't want anyone to see him. Not here, not now, not tonight. Ray and Asar-Suti are probably right but he doesn't want to take that chance. He then opens the bathroom door, picks up a book at random and walks into the bar. He promised Abs he wouldn't get drunk tonight, but he needs to get out for now.
