Free

[damigella]

Wordcount: 100
Notes: mmom Day 29. Unbeta'd. Post-ep drabble for 7x23. Summary from Desperado (Eagles).
Summary: Your prison is walking through this world all alone.

There was no way back now, not when it would have meant doing time. He had given back to Cuddy some of the pain she'd given him, and had quieted his own angrily reproaching conscience with Vicodin and rum.

The ocean breeze swept into the hotel room, smelling like liberty. He was completely free now: from her, from his job, from his friends. Friend. Wilson staring at him, the pain in his face so much more than what a sprained wrist could cause. Wilson.

He sighed as he slipped off his shorts and boxers, then lubed the dildo. Fuck freedom.

Comments

[luridlurker.livejournal.com]

you wrote that first thing in the morning? One track mind, hm? ;-)
Day 29. Almost finished ;-)

He recalls Wilson's pain - I would have thought he would leave out the lube and go for pain over pleasure.

This in beautifully described anyway, and no, he can't go to jail, he would die there like a wild rabbit. But when his vicodin runs out he will be set back down to earth fast and hard. Then he will feel again, all the things that gnaw at him, his leg, his heart, and really understand what he has done, what he has lost - which is not just his job (his purpose) and Wilson, but his inner integrity.

[damigella-314.livejournal.com]

No, I wrote that yesterday. I posted it today. And I have already written tomorrow's and the day after tomorrow's post as well. I'm all set for this year's mmom (I didn't do it every day, though).

When the vicodin runs out he'll find other drugs (I think heroin is a wonderful painkiller). The problem is when the money runs out. Let's hope by then Wilson will have found him.

[luridlurker.livejournal.com]

bummer.