i'm a dead man walkin' here

[drownedindreams]

Tara had to brush her teeth. That was the thought that drove her to the staff locker rooms, and it was while she was staring at herself in the mirror that she realised something.

She'd thrown up two days ago. Two days ago, when she'd finished sewing back together the Locos Lobos kid who'd been shot. She'd thrown up today.

Jax was still in surgery. Thankfully, a surgeon had been able to step in, but Tara had a hair-thin line on her own mental state. She'd stopped crying, but right now, right as she finished brushing her teeth, she spat in the sink and dropped the toothbrush with a clatter of plastic on porcelain. Shaking hands gripped the cold lip of the sink as she tried to breathe and fight the panic and (again) welling nausea. "No, no, no, please, God, this can't be happening." She murmured it to herself, not even realising that at some point, she'd lost the privacy she'd not even realised she'd needed.

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[toanend]

"Tara?"

The locker room was a public place — isolated from the public, but shared by the staff — and still Katie had the distinct and uneasy feeling she had interrupted something she shouldn't have. She wasn't about to turn away, though. Whether or not someone else was here, she needed to change and get her things so she could get home, and it wouldn't have been right not to announce her presence. Besides, she liked Tara. If something was wrong, she couldn't just walk away from that.