#drallisoncameron

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[text] Are you still up? I can’t sleep. {dr-allisoncameron}

[text] I'm up /now/.

[text] Try some whiskey.

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He had seen her here before.  August hadn't been there very long, only a few months.  Maybe three.  She visited this part of the hospital at least twice a month.  When she could.  Or that's what he assumed.  When she could, she was busy.  A doctor at some other wing in the hospital, her pager was constantly going off.  She always had a bright smile; one you couldn't forget.  It was always genuine, like she actually cared about each and every individual that was there.  

There was something about her, different than the rest.  He thinks he can recall seeing her on his first day when they brought him through the front doors kicking and screaming as he tried to make a break for it.  Maybe that's why she hasn't approached him yet.  

He yawned; they were better at managing his medication here than in Phuket.  Though he was still drowsy from the drugs, he was closer to himself--or whoever he was--than he had felt in years.  

The brunette was fidgeting with the black string around his neck, fixated on the floor as he heard the petite doctor walking near him.  He glanced up when she paused in front of him.  She was smiling--at him?  August looked over each shoulder before back at...Cameron.  She hadn't been close enough for her tag to be readable before, and he hadn't bothered to ask anyone for her name.  

"---You don't work in psych," he muttered, looking back to the floor.  His fingers busily traced the smooth surface of the wooden whale charm around his neck. "So why do you come here?"

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