i'll write until my fingers bleed

and keep them safe so no one else can see Cai Keating. 23. Intern.

[ben-mercer]

"…Oh."

[cai-keating-blog]

"Problem?"

[ben-mercer]

"Does anyone know what the date is?"

[cai-keating-blog]

"September 23rd.  It's a Tuesday."

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Fuck.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Don’t be a piece of shit like the rest of your colleagues. And even then, I still won’t like you.

[cai-keating-blog]

I generally try not to be a piece of shit--but if you ever see me start to fall into the 'piece of shit' category, feel free to point it out.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Fuck.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

You make yourself relevant by what you do.

And that’s as wise as I get.

[cai-keating-blog]

And what would you suggest I do, Miss Raines?

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Fuck.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

To the only thing I give a shit about: me.

[cai-keating-blog]

Then that's really your call, isn't it?

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Fuck.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Are you even relevant?

[cai-keating-blog]

To what?  Relevance is, as the name suggests, relative.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Fuck.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Everyone’s gone into hiding, just in case the big bad wolf strikes again.

[cai-keating-blog]

Oh, good, very cryptic.  Quick, say something in Latin to really bring it home.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Fuck.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Is there a point to this conversation other than you and your abnormally large forehead taking up my time?

[cai-keating-blog]

I was wondering if you'd care to fill me in as to what's going on around here, seeing as it's starting to feel like American Horror Story--but by all means, spend your immeasurably valuable time however you'd like.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Fuck.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

My file’s full of shit.

[cai-keating-blog]

Yours, every other file in this place, and Victoria Lewis.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Fuck.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Who the hell are you?

[cai-keating-blog]

I'm Cai--I'm an intern, sorry.  Your file said infected bite wounds, not was recently a prisoner of war.

[lacey-laced-with-poison]

Fuck.

[cai-keating-blog]

You're the missing girl--what the hell happened to you?

[nursewitt]

More along the lines of short term, but I’d be open to listening to long term, too. [while avery spoke, she shuffled through a draw, searching for the bottle of aspirin she’d stashed away for herself and other staff members]

[cai-keating-blog]

Just the aspirin, really--I'm not quite sure about the long term myself.

[nursewitt]

Yep. I know. What d’ya need?

[cai-keating-blog]

Are we looking in the short term or long term?  Short term, probably an aspirin.

[nursewitt]

But true all the same?

[cai-keating-blog]

Anything's true if you make it broad enough.

[nursewitt]

You look like you could need something.

[cai-keating-blog]

That's vague.

[nathan-fox-is-insane]

I intend to.

[cai-keating-blog]

Best of luck with that.

[nathan-fox-is-insane]

Ah, yes. The words of a staff member. That’s almost like saying the best place for a completely deaf man with no legs is in the mosh pit at a rock concert.

[cai-keating-blog]

Points for the creative simile, I suppose.  But if you're that convinced, take it up with someone who has a medical degree.