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"Hey, this is Matt. I'm not here, so do the message thing. Yeah, after the beep."


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The house was a pretty quiet place at the moment, the only other occupants being Jason and Taylor in their bedroom, and considering it was pretty much silent and dark in that part of the house, Matt had just assumed they were sleeping and he had been trying to stay quiet because of it. He even took the kettle through into the laundry at the back of the house to boil it so the noise wouldn't disturb them, and now he was back, sitting at the kitchen table with his hand wrapped around a large mug of coffee as he slowly glanced over the handful of brochures spread out in front of him. To one side he had information on the hospital and the nursing courses at UT, given to him by the woman who had offered him a job. She told him to take a few days to think about it, but before leaving the hospital to come home when it looked like Sam wasn't coming out of Tim's room any time soon, he stopped by her office and accepted the offer. At the end of the day, he needed the money, and it was going to be good money. Plus, it would be the first step to him becoming a qualified nurse, a career he had fleetingly considered in the past when it seemed like his art just wasn't going to earn him a living.

( Next to those brochures were information sheets on epilepsy that he had been reading to try and get an understanding of it...Collapse )


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LINK: After watching Silas across the hospital waiting room wrestle with his cell, with a small sigh, Matt pulled Google up on his own phone and went over to silently hand it to the frustrated weed dealer... anything to ease the tension lingering in the room.

LINK: Startin' to see the benefits of sexual healin'...

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Matt was buried under the mound of covers in the bed, curled up in a ball on his side with his arm wrapped protectively around his stomach. He really was trying to sleep, but every time he got close, his stomach cramped up again and his brain seemed to want to kick into overdrive. He was trying not to think about Sam out there talking to Riggins. As far as Matt was concerned, no good could come of it. Sam had been too hung up on Riggins, and she wasn't going to want someone like Matt if Riggins was there for the taking. In fact, if he wasn't feeling so crap, Matt was sure he would have gotten into his crappy car by now and just left. Maybe even gone back to Dillon, who knew? No one expected everything to blow up for Jason and Mac's wedding, but it had, and they all seemed to have some pieces to pick up in the wake of it. Matt couldn't believe how stupid Riggins had been getting caught up in crime shit like that. If criminals were Sam's type, Matt was going to be well out of the picture. He couldn't even lie to someone without getting a heavy guilt complex plaguing him.

He didn't know whether it was just because it was so soon after his break up with Julie. He had felt ready to move on, but he definitely didn't feel ready to be hurt again. Being hurt sucked. He had only had two relationships with girls in his life, and both had kicked him in the gut on some level. He thought Sam might be different, but that was when Riggins wasn't in the picture. A shiver crept over his body, the old worn Panthers t-shirt and track pants he used as pyjamas not doing much, and he huddle further under the covers, closing his eyes. He pushed all the thoughts of out his mind and tried to sleep again. He was so tired, he felt like he could sleep for a week.

( Sam still felt like a weight had been lifted after her awkward conversation with T...Collapse )


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LINK: Matt didn't know if it was the remainder of the onslaught of bad Chinese that was making his gut churn over and over, or whether it was the sinking feeling of uncertainty that anything with Sam was going to be over before it even had a chance to start... if it ever even did have that chance.

LINK: Matt wasn't sure he had the energy, stamina, strength or mojo to compete with a Riggins and wondered if he should just cut his losses before he made a dick of himself.


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LINK: Matt was realising how much it was a help to actually be with his friends, even if he hadn't let himself get close to many people in the past for fear they would up and leave him like his parents had.