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So stay with me, don't leave me with the medicine


Posted on January 16, 2015 by Johnathan Blake Holmes
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i dont wanna be your vessel anymore
There comes a moment in time when a person really must ask themselves, What am I doing? If you're like a normal human being, you ask yourself that quite often, usually when you know your next action leads to regret. This applied now, as Blake crossed the street, the thought flitting across his brain like an annoying gnat. He mentally waved it off, shifting his hold on the paper bags to better position his hand, when he found himself staring at a young girl sprawled haphazardly in the snow. Bare foot. If he wasn't so inclined to stare awkwardly, he would probably have stated a well-deserved What the fuck?

He stood still, watching her, lips pursing together before he turned to study the scene around her. What did a person say to finding this? Hey kid, stop knocking over the trash? That didn't seem right, considering she had no shoes or coats on. Hey kid, where's your coat and shoes? But then what about the trashcans? Hey kid, why did you tip over the tra- Why are her pants undone? Blake felt some color light up his cheeks, though luckily they were already flush red from cold, and he focused his attention on the trashcans where she claimed shoes were hidden.

"Your, uh, pants..."

Great, now he just felt like a pervert. He covered his face with a hand, massaging the bridge of his nose, before looking back to her.

"Wait- You were looking for shoes in the trash? Or you knocked over the trashcan while looking for your shoes? And why you are like half undressed? Don't you have a house or something? You're going to freeze to death like that."

Really, Blake? Really? That's your next move, smooth operator? Lecture her like you're forty? Dear god, it's a wonder you have any friends with how responsible you sound. He realized he was gesturing toward her and pulled his arm back, sticking his hand in his pocket, and watching her. She looked like she was barely sixteen, maybe seventeen. No way was she older than eighteen. Just a kid, then really. A pretty one but a little stupid for being outside like that. She didn't even have shoes?

Oh, what if she's homeless? Shit, now he sounds like a self-righteous prick. Goddammit.

"I mean, you have somewhere you can go, right?" Fuck, Blake, stop talking. Now you're just an asshole! "No wait, sorry, I didn't mean that. I just- This isn't my business- I mean- Damn, I sound like an asshole." Yeah, when you're choking on your foot, it's probably best to give it up, buddy. He sighed heavily, biting the inside of his cheek. Well, he certainly achieved making things even more awkward than they were.

"You sure you don't need any help, kid? If you need a coat, my place isn't far from here. I'm sure I could find an old one you can borrow. Have. Use. Something." Man, he just couldn't figure out how to shut up in his stumbling to fix things, could he? Good thing he bought drinks, he was going to need them after this.


JOHNATHAN BLAKE HOLMES

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