Just got a phone call from the pokey in... god knows where...
She went to the hospital, which is good. Her nose is broken, which is not, but hey, noses heal. It's not the first time.
She's a mess, of course, doesn't want to see me, wants to run away. She's embarrassed as all hell, probably still in shock, manic, crying and possibly still drunk and or high. I re-extended my offer to go get her, but she refused. I think she wants to spend the night in jail, such is her guilt and self loathing right now. She says she's never drinking again.
I hate to tell her she's half right about the not seeing me. Not like we were before, and not when she's been drinking, that's for sure.
Sleep well, my friend. You're safe in there. At least there's that.
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