OOM: Bogotá, post Maria

[latino_menace]

Perhaps it wasn't really the manly thing, letting Fi deal with getting her out. Under normal circumstances, he'd just give her a smack and be done with it. But isn't shock bad for unborn kids? He doesn't know and he's still struggling with mixed emotions about the baby - on one hand, he wishes it had never happened. But on the other...it has. And it's going to be born now, no matter what so shouldn't he start getting used to the idea?

None of this is easy. He's glad of the half-minute or so that Fi is out of the room because it gives him just a little space to breathe and think about what he's going to say, if he has to say anything. He really had no idea she'd show up here.

When Fi comes back, she'll find him sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, smoking a cigarette and staring at nothing in particular.

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[justcallmefee]

Fiona's body may be back in the room but her head and her heart are still in motion.

There has to be a bottle of whiskey, tequila, something in here. She finds the drink tray, and pulls up bottles, one after another, her eyes unable to focus on the labels. She just has to catch her breath.

You can't hurt my son.

She finds the whiskey, some name she doesn't recognise, but it doesn't matter.

I think maybe I should come and live here. Keep you safe.

A cut crystal bucket. No ice. No ice. No ice. She vapor locks on that fact for a few moments.


A short, harsh sound erupts from her chest, half laugh, half sob.

"I can't seem to get a clear shot at you, can I?"

She tosses the glass aside and drinks from the bottle, a long series of swallows. Eventually she breaks, coughing at the burn in her sinuses. That must be why her eyes are watering.