Lucy and Anna, #3

“Just stand there.”
“’m gonna puke.”
“Don’t puke. Okay? Just stand there and let me unlock the door and we’ll get inside and I’ll get you a bucket or – the toilet or something.”
“Where are we?”
“Just stand there.”
“Sick.”
“Okay, come on. Put your – yeah. And – let’s – yeah.”
“Where’s Simon?”
“Back at Simon’s.”
“Where are we?”
“We’re – my place, you’ve been here plenty of times, Anna. Look, there’s the dresser you like. With the sunflowers, remember?”
“I like sunflowers. And roses.”
“Yeah, I know. Keep – keep walking. Come on.”
“I want –”
“No – Anna, come on –”
“I’m keeping it.”
“Anna, no – stop it – stop – let go –”
“I’m keeping it –”
“No – thank you. Can we just – let’s – upstairs, yep – no, Anna, come back here – leave the dresser alone –”
“But it’s lonely.”
“That’s fine, it’s a dresser, it’s supposed to be lonely.”
“If I take it – it won’t be lonely with us.”
“How are you going to get it upstairs, you can’t even stand up straight.”
“I’ll stay here.”
“Anna – no – get up –”
“’m gonna –”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Look, okay, I think I’ve been a pretty tolerant guy in terms of the insane bullshit that happens out in this hallway, but it’s three in the fucking morning and I’m trying to get some fucking sleep, so if you wouldn’t mind shutting the actual fuck up, I’ll spend a few minutes thinking about not evicting you first thing in the — oh. Lucy.”
“Sorry, Henry.”
“No, it’s — Hey. What’s —”
“Careful, don’t —”
“Ah, shit — shit.”
“I know, I’ll clean it up, don’t worry about it, I’m just going to get her upstairs and I’ll come back with some towels or something —”
“Okay. Hey, you don’t — I can take care of this, if you…”
“No, I’ll do it. Go back to bed. Anna, stand up.”
“No, I wanna stay here….”
“Anna — stand. Up.”
“No —”
“For fuck’s sake, just — fuck —”
“Here, let me —”

“Here you go, Anna. Nice and cozy — or. Well. It’s a bed.”
“No — you can just drop her on the couch, you don’t have to —”
“It’s all right, she probably needs it more than I do at the moment. Just leave her there, she’ll be fine.”
“But —”
“No, you’re right, turn her on her side — now she’ll be fine. Let’s go.”
“But —”
“Let’s go.”

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