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ANY OTHER DAY, JAKE would just smile and nod, trying to brush the girl off of his shoulder. Today was different, though. Jacob was fed up with the treatment, with the cancer, with everything going wrong in his life. It wasn’t fair, and he was damn well aware of that. “I dunno. I wouldn’t want that stuff on my hands, let alone in my veins.” Had Jake known that it was Savannah’s first treatment, he wouldn’t have said anything like that at all – it was his third cycle, ninth treatment overall.

EYES WIDENED AT THE other's words before she looked back to the machine next to her, pumping the chemical deep into her veins. "I-- oh my god..." The cancer in her own body was already at stage three, and being only seventeen, things seemed scary. Seeing the men in the suits was only furthering the thoughts deeper into the gutter. What was life really? A waste of time? Seemingly so. "Why do they pump it into us if they have to clean it up like that...?"

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IT WAS SAVANNAH'S FIRST chemotherapy treatment and there happened to be a spill. Two men in hazmat suits came out to clean it up. Looking towards the man in the chair next to her's, she whispers, "That's gotta be a fluke to scare the newbies, huh?"

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i’m hungry and i gotta get ready for work in a couple hours so i might be back after i make a fried egg sammich :D

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“Fucked up? It was more than fucked up. You knew I liked her yet you still slept with her and you’re not even sorry about it. What kind of friend are you?”

"I didn't even think she meant that much to you, honestly. I'm sorry."

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MARLENY FELT HER HEART SINKING as she went towards the door and stepped out of the house. “It’s.. it’s okay.” She gave the diaper bag over to Brian, holding Bergen a little bit closer to her. Marleny had already lost her dad, and sure that was when she was sixteen years old and sure her mom remarried, but she wasn’t really sure how she would be able to handle losing Anthony. He was the father to their children, and he hadn’t even had the chance to meet their unborn baby. Dragging her lower lip between her teeth, she tried to control her breathing, not wanting to believe that he could possibly be gone.

IT WASN'T OKAY THOUGH, seeing how it was really effecting the other. The connection Marleny had with Anthony was clearly a huge one and if this was Anthony, this could mean the end of an era for the woman. Walking to the squad car, he pulled open the backseat for Marleny and then the passenger's side. "You could lay him down on the backseat. There's no need to wake him up for this." That is, if it's Anthony. There's no need for such a young boy to see his father in whatever state he was in.

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She rolled over and realized the other was awake. “Fuck? Fuck? What? Are you okay?” The girl’s heart raced as he startled her.

She was a lot younger looking this morning than last night. "God, you're so young-- you look so fuckin' young." Anxiety ripped through Brian's body as he battled the thoughts in his head. What was her name? He couldn't even remember her name.

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“What part of me not wanting to see you don’t you understand?”

"Look, I understand what I did was fucked. But you can't blame me. She was hot."

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ACCEPTING HIS HAND, MARLENY stood up from the couch and moved Bergen to lay on the couch until she was finished grabbing everything. “Mhm.” She looked around the room, nearly having a panic attack at the thought of Anthony possibly being dead. Almost frantically looking around, she filled Bergen’s bag with a few extra things before sliding it onto her shoulder and going back to the couch to grab the sleeping boy. She blinked, attention snapping towards him as she heard his question. “He already ate,” she spoke almost with a bit of venom in her voice, but it came out too soft to notice. “Can – can we just get out of here?”

THE RESPONSE WASN'T REALLY what Brian was expecting and so he simply nodded, pulling the door open and looked either way, before stepping out. "I'm sorry, ma'am." A hand offers help, to carry out the diaper bag. "I can help some." It was obvious that Brian had no idea how to handle this odd situation. Losing a loved one is hard to handle. It's been five years since Lisa passed away and things haven't been the same since then. His own son, Jonas, had changed and things had become so much more tense between the two. Loss is hard. However, Brian can just hope and pray that the body wasn't Anthony.

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MARLENY BREATHED OUT A heavy breath, biting her lower lip gently. As she listened to him, she knew that what she had done was beyond wrong, but if he wasn’t going to hold it against her, then there wasn’t really much to feel bad about, right? However, she knew that she wasn’t going to leave Bergen behind, especially with his father already missing, and their unborn baby wasn’t about to be born behind bars either – that just wasn’t going to happen. “I understand.” She mumbled, looking up from Bergen at the sound of his words. The brunette could feel her chest tightening and her throat closing at the sound of his words. “I… I need to just get his diaper bag.”

RISING TO HIS FEET, Brian extended a hand out to help up Marleny. "I'm sorry for this." There wasn't much else Brian could really say about the entire situation given that he had no prior knowledge about the two and their relationship or even how Marleny carried herself. Instead, he kept quiet and headed to the front door, hands grasping his keys to the squad car. "This shouldn't take too long and if need be, we can swing somewhere and pick something up for the two of you to eat. Does this little fella like McDonalds? Wendys? I'm craving a burger." It wasn't uncommon for Brian to want to make things funny or even crack a joke or several to lighten the mood. He wasn't a very serious guy.

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      “IS THAT SO?” There’s still a grin settled on Colbie’s lips as she flags the bartender over. “What’re you drinking, Officer– You are a cop, right? I feel like you’re that one cop that’s here kind of a lot but not so much that you have a drinking problem.” Shrugging, the female tapped the rim of her last empty shot glass and nodded. “Same thing for me and then whatever he wants. My tab.”

     "YEAH, YEAH. I'M that guy. That cop. That officer. That's me." Brian chuckled and watched the woman closely. "I'd kill for a shot of whiskey." A shrug rolls off of Brian's shoulders. As the bartender brings over a shot of whiskey for Brian and more whiskey for Colbie. "I'm Brian Harcombe. You could call me officer Harcombe, or just Brian. I would prefer if you just called me Brian."

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SHOOTING UP FROM A POOL of sweat, Brian looks around, panting. The images were too vivid. Looking to the woman lying next to him, he then realizes the one night stand from the night before was real and not just another dream. "Fuck."