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Posting Order: Taylor, Sam, Matt

The last thing Taylor expected when she got into the back of an ambulance with Tim was to find herself a patient in the ER. She was so upset by the time they got there following Tim having another one of those weird seizures in the ambulance that the fact they wanted to poke and prod her too went right over her head. Not to mention the fact she was alone and seemd to be haunted by the fucking ghost of technology future, getting nothing but voicemail every time she tried to call someone.

But now she was in a sterile, clinical and cold room in a gown after they had relieved her of her vomit-covered police uniform. It wasn't like she had time to change. She had sat and held Tim's hand until the paramedics arrived, and then she just automatically went with him. After that, she was clueless. It felt like forever before anyone would tell her anything, and the ER was chaotic and busy. She felt like an ant in a huge city. Then all of a sudden they were interrogating her, finally telling her she needed to get into a gown, that she needed prophylactic antibiotics, especially considering she was pregnant. Now she was sitting there on the narrow, uncomfortable bed in a daze, wishing just one of her friends would at least call her back. She wanted Jason, but she rationally knew that even if he got her messages, he would have a four hour drive back from Dillon in front of him.

She sucked in a heavy breath and held it for a few moments, trying to fight the urge to cry as she looked down at the IV in her hand, bewildered. What the hell was going on and why did it all have to keep happening to them?

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There were no cars in the drive when Taylor got home that evening. She knew Jason was in Dillon to visit his folks, and help Coach with some football something or other. At least he wasn't sitting around boozing again. He hadn't seemed to do that since she tore him a new one and dumped the pregnancy news on him. Since then, things had been tense between them, and she hated it it. She wasn't sure if they were just having a rough patch, or if their whole romance since the day she saw him in the supermarket in Dillon over a year ago now was just one big rough patch. As hard as she was trying, she couldn't connect with the baby she was carrying. Whenever she tried to think about it, she could only feel negativity. So, instead of talking about it and trying to fix it, they had just fallen into this slump of monotony, where one day slipped into the next without revisiting any of the issues. The truth was, Taylor was just plain scared that being pregnant again would lead to her losing Jason again. She was burying her head in the sand, and she didn't even know how to fix it.

( Now it was just another night coming home after a long and tiring day...Collapse )


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LINK: It should have been a comfort for her that Jason was finally receptive to the fact she needed to talk to him, but now that he was, she found herself at a loss of how to broach the subject, or even have any better idea how she was supposed to be feeling.

LINK: Fishing the box out of her t-shirt to drop it on the unmade bed, Taylor went to stand and just stare at herself in the mirror, wondering when it was she actually started to fear her own body when on the face of it, she looked completely normal.

28.5.3. A moment of heightened emotions

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Silas yawned widely as he groggily felt his way up the hallway of the house. His fingertips trailed along the wall as he navigated himself, trying to get to the bathroom without opening his eyes too much and therefore without waking up more than he had to to take a piss and get back into bed. He had opted for an early night after having a bad night sleep the night before. He knew Tyra was at college for a late class, Sam and Matt were out on a date thing, and Jason and Tim were out on the piss. He wasn't sure where Mac was, but when Silas went to bed around eight, the house had been quiet and empty. It was probably why he figured there was no point putting pants on for a quick trip to the bathroom. He hadn't been asleep that long, so getting around in his jocks was probably safe. It wasn't like he was exactly thinking very clearly being half asleep.

( But he was awake enough to be pretty certain that as he made his way up the hall, he could hear someone throwing up...Collapse )


Muse | Silas Botwin & Taylor MacKenzie
Fandom | Weeds & Friday Night Lights (OC)
Word Count | 1,465

LINK: His old, faded Panthers jersey that he had given her in their early dating days still brought her comfort when she was having a shitty day.

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Taylor was just setting her laptop aside on the nightstand when Jason started to stir beside her. When she had woken up earlier, she found him hugged up against her asleep again, even if she had been aware he had been up and out of the bed at some point. She had just been too tired to really realise when or where he went. He couldn't have been gone that long, and she was relieved to find him back in bed with her when she crawled her way back to sleep consciousness. After that, she couldn't sleep herself, so she took a quick trip to the bathroom and then came back to bed, settling in with her laptop and striking up a conversation with Matt online, even if he was only a couple of doors away up the hall. She was feeling a little better herself, her stomach not churning so horribly and all the other symptoms seemed to have settled right down. She was just tired now, and more than a little crushed their wedding had to be cancelled.

( She slipped her fingers into Jason's messy hair, brushing it back off his face as she looked down at him, watching him wake slowly...Collapse )


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LINK: Taylor was more than happy to stay buried at the bottom of the bed and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist, because she wasn't sure she could face anyone without crying herself into a miserable ball of self-pity.