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sophiamilestone:
It was no surprise that this was going to be a hellish journey. Sophia had made a choice that could’ve cost her her life and that wasn’t going to be taken lightly with people who cared for her. Some would be worried sick, sure, but then there would be those who were furious that Sophia would even think about doing drugs. And honestly, she wasn’t completely sure which side Danielle was going to be on. Her response to her question had Sophia taking in a long and deep breath. She had just woken up but already she feared what could come. “Uh..” The girl tried to gain some sort of composure and some sort of response, but nothing she could say would be a good enough explanation. “Overdosed?” She then questioned, putting the pieces together. She didn’t remember much, honestly. Her mind was hazy and because of the massive headache she had, Sophia couldn’t even find the strength to think that far back.
“I, uh, I don’t… I mean,” Pausing, she then looked over at her sister. “I was… I was in a hotel room. M-Micah we were… we were fighting and then, I don’t know I just… It’s all kind of a blur. Is he okay?” She couldn’t really recall everything that happened, but the more she sat there the more bits and pieces were slowly coming back. “I remember falling down. In the bathroom. I saw blood on my hand and then… then I fell down.” There was an overdose involved, which meant Sophia had gone too far. She may have no remembered doing it, but there was no other option to what happened. Micah wasn’t a user. So if she really had been using, then it was no one’s fault but her own.
Danielle could see the genuine confusion in Sophia’s eyes when she told her the reasoning behind why she was in the emergency room -- but only for a few moments. As the younger girl began re-telling what she remembered, Dani could see pieces falling into place like a puzzle... and then a name came up. One that Danielle was already suspicious of. “Micah?” She asked with a furrow of her dark brows, wondering why she was worried about the man who was still in the waiting room. As far as Danielle could tell, he was completely fine. A little too fine, for the officer’s comfort.
Resting her hand on the back of Sophia’s hospital bed, Danielle leaned forward a bit, meeting her littlest sister’s eyes in an intense, yet caring, gaze. “He’s fine,” she grazed over without much care for his well-being. “Sophia...” Dani sighed. “They found cocaine in your system. Along with benzos and THC.” Her voice trailed off into something softer, something that tried to entice Sophia to tell her the truth. After a beat, she asked, “If he had something to do with this...?” It was more of a question than a statement, since Danielle was still honestly having a hard time believing that Sophia had done this to herself. She was in slight denial. “You can trust me.”
omarxfarouk:
The clerk was surprised she didn’t know the names of those bands; they’d been haunting the world of music for decades, by now. Whatever, she was better off, as far as Omar was concerned. He gave a self-deprecating chuckle, and leaned against the front end of the car she was citing, the arches of his feet propped against the edge of the curb. “Yeah? Not me; music is basically where I end and where I begin.”
“Uh, you might not want to -- ” Danielle tried to tell the man, who discarded her hesitant tone by leaning up against the vehicle anyway. It was someone else’s property. But Danielle just sighed and went back to work with the feeling that this man wasn’t one to follow rules. “Are you a musician or something?” She asked, somewhat distracted, as her eyes didn’t lift from the page.
rileyhendersxn:
Riley shrugged his shoulders, looking mildly unimpressed, “Don’t look so disappointed to see me, woman,” he tried to pass it off as a joke, but it fell somewhat flat with the mood he was in. At least the humor with Danielle would make his day a little bit more bearable, “So you just got the bitch job for no reason? I’d complain.”
“As pretty as you are, your face is not the one I want to see most on this Valentine’s Day,” Dani informed. “That’s reserved for my fiancée.” Peeking up at Riley for his reaction, it was the first time she had shared with him that she was engaged. It was still odd to speak aloud, but she’d known the boy since he was in his early teenage years.
laykenmilestone:
“Then that’s an option you should discuss. If you’re both so busy, I doubt they’ll say no, right?” No sane person would, not in Layken’s mind. Knowing stress like the back of her hand, she wouldn’t necessarily want to add to that, especially with something as time-consuming as wedding planning. Then again she would also want to make all the decisions and planning herself so… maybe it wasn’t all that clear after all. “A wedding planner has lots of connections and experience. It has its perks to be able to be in contact with someone who knows the best services in town.”
Grinning, Layken pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Does that mean I get to go shopping with you? Damn, you make all my dreams come true.” She teased, gently nudging her sister. “And hey, even if it’s not a dress that gives you an aha! moment, I’m sure we’ll still find the perfect outfit for you.”
“I’ll have to talk to Jamie. I don’t think either of us are in a huge rush. I mean, we don’t want to wait too long, since Jamie is eager about expanding the family at some point,” she divulged without much thought, “but other than that, we’re pretty good at waiting long periods of time.” With a small wink, Dani recalled how they had spent almost five years only seeing each other a couple times a year.
“Of course,” Dani rolled her eyes. “I don’t know much about weddings, but I do know that the maid of honor has to be there to help the bride choose the dress. And, traditionally, the mother, but...” Trailing off, Danielle still wasn’t quite sure what to do about their parents. “Oh, it’ll be either a dress or my dress uniform,” Danielle declared, not able to see herself in anything else on her wedding day. It was now just a debate between honor and looking pretty and feminine.
jessicamcrgan:
The corners of Morgan’s perked up as she spoke. She had to give it to her—at first, Morgan was quite intimidated by the blonde, but there was something about her that she found relaxing. Something sweet to her that Morgan was picking up on. Maybe it was just in the way she spoke? Who knew, but she was certainly coming to like them. “Ah, duh… You two can handle pretty much anything then. Five years, though, that’s crazy. You’re certainly one of the lucky ones, honestly. Most people don’t survive that sort of distance for so long.” But there was, of course, the ones who were able to defy the statistics and get their happily ever after. Which, by the sound of it, was happening between she and her partner. “Oh definitely. And at least you’re still falling asleep in the same bed and waking up together. That plays a huge factor, I’m sure.” Not that she really knew. But she couldn’t imagine it not having some affect. “Dang, so you just dove right in. Must’ve been a huge culture shock at first. When I first went to military school, I was way over my head. Granted, I didn’t want to be there at first, but it’s… it’s a hell of a lot different than the world outside those gates.” But it had to be, honestly.
“Technically, she ended up breaking up with me after the fifth year,” Danielle revealed. “We were apart for a year -- mostly because of the distance and my dangerous career,” the blonde didn’t know why she was disclosing so much information about her relationship with Jamie, but it felt easy. “But after a year, we ran into one another again, and I had been discharged. I guess the rest is history.” As Danielle looked ahead, the coffee shop came into view. “Military school, huh?” The blonde peered over at the other with a soft chuckle. “Where at?”
cassidyxrogers:
“Yeah…I just don’t have the best relationship with cops,” she replies zipping her coat up more. “I’m not trying to mean that in a rude way. I bet cops up here have a better justice system then the ones back in America.” She got that far away look to her eyes as she remembered the cop that got away with killing her mom. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and pulled up the app store on her phone. “You said Lyft right?”
“I can’t speak on that,” Danielle shrugged in response to the American justice system. She knew it well, but hadn’t been a member of it. Besides being in the military -- but that was a whole other monster. “Yes, Lyft. I mean, I wouldn’t use any of them,” she spoke honestly, “ -- but the background check process for Uber is much more lenient.”
trentxreed:
“Wow, two ticket in one day, i would say that was a new record but sadly” he said with a fake pout, “You’re too kind but don’t worry. I am leaving, i have some meeting but it is almost tempting to leave my car like this though”
“Son,” Danielle practically scoffed at his level of cockiness. “If you purposefully leave this car here, I will bypass the second ticket and go straight to having your vehicle impounded. Try me.” The blonde wasn’t one to mess with. And that was written all over her cold facial features. “Or better yet, get lost.” She made a ‘beat it, kid’ motion over her shoulder with her thumb, and pocketed her writing utensil, giving him another chance to shut his mouth and get moving.
marcuswest:
“Seeing it was you who happen patrol these exact quarters at this exact moment? I’d say there’s a silver lining to my unlucky streak. Could’ve been worse. Anyone else but you, and I might not have been able to bargain my way out of a ticket with free drinks.”
“Ever think that maybe I wasn’t going to give you the ticket before you bought me with a free drink? Maybe the decision was of my own volition...”
jamiesvasquez:
Jamie didn’t doubt that, sooner or later, they would find the perfect home for their little family. But, as with anything they looked forward to, they were impatient to get there. If they could make their wishes come true, they would find the perfect house overnight – but of course they knew it was unrealistic. Mostly because, despite everything, they were kind of picky when it came to homes; it had taken them forever to decide on an apartment here in Montreal, because knowing that they would live in it and were supposed to feel at home in it, they didn’t want to settle for anything that didn’t please them – despite the limited resources they had at the time. “I’m sure we will. And it will be perfect.”
Resting their cheek against Danielle’s chest, they sighed softly at the memories of less fortunate times. How many nights did they spent awake, dreaming of this day to come? Nights when they weren’t even sure if the blonde was still alive, nights when they were yearning for her return, nights when they cried over a broken heart and regretted their decision to break up with her, nights when they worried that she’d leave them for another – the list was endless. And now? Now they were here, engaged, looking for a home, with a child. A much younger Jamie would have laughed about this, unable to imagine it would actually happen to them. “I’m probably biased too, but we definitely deserve it. All of this.” They whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her chest. “You know what will be the most fun part? Picking a new bed.” They grinned, lifting their chin slightly to look at her face, seeking for her reaction.
Chuckling softly, they wrapped their leg a little tighter around her hips. “I know you like red on me. Not as much as nothing on, but it’s close.” They teased her, before quickly adding. “But when I make spaghetti for Luca he better not do the same thing. I’d hate to have to clean that mess up.”
“Life will be perfect,” Danielle mumbled -- somewhat to herself -- in promise, like she was speaking it into the existence of the universe. Declaring it so. Her hand came up to cup the back of Jamie’s intricate head, smoothing over their messy curls and pushing them out of their face for comfort.
Hearing their soft voice speak up and make a quip about picking out a bed, a gentle rumble sounded from Dani’s chest and vibrated Jamie’s head against it. “Why do we need a new mattress?” She mused with an amused lilt to her voice. “This one has so many memories.” The blonde winked down at her lover in a knowing look of what all those memories were. Though Danielle’s mattress back at her own apartment held some good ones too -- like the memory of their first time together after a year apart, and when she had given Jamie her dog tags, which were still adorning the other’s slender neck.
“And black and dark blues,” Dani chipped in on the colors she liked Jamie in. Really, the whole rainbow, if she was being honest. “And... white,” with that, she nudged her nose against theirs, envisioning Jamie in the most pure color for their wedding day, though she knew they were anything but pure in the sexual sense. To her, the color signified other purities though.
roisin-dubois:
“You were stationed? Aww. Army then I’m guessing?” Well that explained a lot of things right there. The woman hadn’t had a choice but to be in the African desert then and she was probably use to camping because of the military. The military really knew how to tough a person up.
Nodding curtly, Danielle gave a polite smile. “Special Forces.” She was proud of her branch, her country, and her division -- that happened when you spent over a decade of your life dedicated to the cause. “Not Canadian, though -- American.”
jamesxspencer:
James still didn’t know what was happening. Was he still in trouble? Was the officer being genuinely friendly and asking about his job? Wait, maybe she was being friendly and asking about his job because he was in trouble.
“It’s… great,” James replied, watching her put the ticket on the car. Once she was done, he caught a glimpse of her name badge: Milestone.
If James was nervous before, he was even more nervous now. Sophia had mentioned a sister in the police force, and James remembered this fact because Sophia told him while she was stripteasing for him. He pushed the sight of Sophia lustfully dancing for him in the fear that the officer was somehow psychic. He tried to play down the situation and reassure himself. Milestone is a common last name, right? … Right?
But then James thought that perhaps Sophia had mentioned him. Or maybe the officer had just tracked him down and sniffed out the relationship he had with her sister. Now, she’s here to rattle him, cuff him up, drag him back to the university, and expose him for what he had done.
All these thoughts ran through his head as he stood there looking at the officer, paralyzed. He stood there in silence before nodding and agreeing. “Yeah, good idea,” he said, nodding his head vigorously. “We wouldn’t want a scene to play out… here, in public… you know…”
Danielle was about to let the man off, but the way he looked at her -- like he was paralyzed with fear -- really just rubbed the veteran the wrong way. She was still new with police work, but she’d had over a decade of profiling and reading people in the military, and she was pretty damn good at it. Especially since it was always a matter between life and death.
“Listen,” Danielle began, sliding her notepad into her back pocket and taking a step towards the man -- it was meant to be somewhat intimidating, but more as a means of drawing his trust than scaring him off. “I’m pretty good at my job,” she started, looking up at the professor, “ -- which means that i’m usually able to tell when someone is lying to me, or if something is wrong.” Quirking her head a bit to the side, she drew the other in with her deep blue gaze. “So, i’m going to ask you, is there anything you might want to tell me? I’m here to help.”
theoprodigalson:
“Uh, cause you’re getting paid for it? There are a lot of people who aren’t lucky enough to have a job, even one with paperwork!” Theo said the last word with exaggerated tones of horror. “When I was living on a park bench, if I’d had the choice between that and doing some fucking paperwork, I think I might have gone with the latter. But I’m sorry if your job is ruining your day. It must suck ass to be able to pay your bills.” He pointed behind her. “By the way, your perp is about to get into their car. Might wanna serve them with that ticket if you want the dough.”
“Thank god,” Danielle grumbled, gritting through her teeth when the owner of the car appeared, causing the man’s unwarranted tirade to cease. She was still learning how to control her reactions to civilians in polite ways, given that in her previous career, a swift punch to the jaw would have shut the man up quickly. “You may leave,” she dismissed him without another regard, turning her back and retreating to speak with the vehicle’s owner.
sophiamilestone:
Since the moment Sophia had hit the ground, everything was a blur. Her body had shut down on her and though she had moments where she was conscious, she couldn’t remember them. In fact, Sophia couldn’t remember anything that happened between her little bathroom break and now. The drugs had taken over her body and kept her from latching onto reality. At least, that’s how it was during those hours she was out of it.
Now she just felt like she was falling to pieces. Her body was weak, trembling and completely pale. She hadn’t woken up after getting her stomach pumped and being placed on ice packs to get her body temperature back down to a normal heat. But despite all that the doctors had done to help, Sophia was waking up feeling like complete and utter crap. The bright lights around her had made it difficult for her to open up her eyes, but when she had, she found a tall figure just beside her. Sophia squinted a few times before finally peeling back her lids to reveal her eldest sister. Sophia had no idea what was happening, but with Danielle there, it couldn’t have been good right? After all, the last that Sophia could remember was a fight between her and Micah… a fight that certainly did not have Danielle as a witness.
“D-Danielle…?” The redhead asked, pushing through her scratchy throat. It felt like sandpaper, and a part of her wanted to scream because of it, but that would’ve just made it worse. “Danielle, what… what are you doing here?” Curiosity of what was going finally filled Sophia’s mind, and as she adjusted to the light, she looked around the bright room. It took some time, but soon after, Sophia had come to realize where she was. “Danielle? Danielle, what’s going… where are we?”
Danielle waited until Sophia finally came into full consciousness before she spoke. The redhead looked confused on where they were, and must not have yet fully processed the aching in her body. “I think a better question is what are you doing here...” The eldest Milestone spoke softly, but her tone was firm. Dani tried not to be judgmental, but drugs were a whole other story for the officer. In her eyes, they served no other purpose than early death, and for someone who had barely escaped the Grim Reaper’s grasp not once, but twice, it was like a backhanded slap to the face when people willingly put their lives on the line. Especially when it was her sisters -- now plural, as before it had only been Layken that Danielle had to worry about ending up in an early grave.
“We’re in the hospital,” she informed, stepping a bit closer to the edge of the bed, as the curtains around them hardly shielded them from the beeping, crying, and voices chatting all around them from the hectic emergency room. “You overdosed.” Dani’s voice almost cracked at the word, still finding it hard to believe. “Do you remember that? Do you remember anything?”
micahlacroix:
His face blanched yet again at her question. Micah had known that Danielle didn’t know his name, that had been obvious when he’d talked to her on the phone, but the fact that she hadn’t been at all aware about who he was sent his heart sinking just that little bit. He had no idea if Sophia had been close with her sisters, so he didn’t know if the fact that she didn’t tell them about the guy she was sort of seeing was a normal or a bad thing. He’d told Wes and Finn right away, unable to hide the elation from their various dates. He would have told his own sister, but she was away, busy with her filming; and he wanted to tell her in person. “No one.” He replied quietly, his head drooping as she walked back to the nurse. Walking over to the chair he had occupied for the night, Micah settled in and hoped she would remember his hopeful request to pass on any information about her sister’s condition.
Danielle didn’t hear the man’s mutter, too immersed in what the nurse was saying about the process that Sophia was currently under. Nodding along with mentions of upcoming detox and potential rehab facilities that may be of use, Danielle still couldn’t quite believe that Sophia was willingly using the drugs. There had to be something behind it all -- someone behind it all.
About ten minutes later, Danielle was welcomed back to Sophia’s bedside after they moved her out of triage for recovery. Sending a quick text to Layken about where she was and why, Dani slid her phone back into the back pocket of her jeans and crossed her arms over her chest, hating to be back here, surrounded by death and illness. Danielle, herself, had reached the brink of death twice when she had been shot two times in Afghanistan, so hospitals generally brought an uneasiness to her -- unless she was in the labor and delivery ward or neonatal ward with Jamie and all the new, eager life.
Arriving to Sophia’s makeshift room, coveted by flimsy curtains to separate her from the other emergency room patients, Danielle moved towards her bedside, unable to recognize her littlest sister. She looked like she had been through hell and back -- her skin sweaty, pale, and clammy as the icepacks nursed her back to normal temperature, and her lips dry and cracked from how they had inserted the tube down her throat and into her stomach for flush. Her unusual red locks that Danielle was still getting used to were a haphazard mess around her pretty face and Dani’s heart ached seeing Sophia in such a condition.
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