[PM to brianna]
Who: Cam and PM to Brianna
When: Late afternoon
Where: Where else?
"Fuck." Cam kicked a chair at the wall, but it just tipped over sadly. She could not believe ...one, that they were stuck in here, two, how upset she was getting over some chick she didn't know. For all she knew, Brett was a pathological liar who liked manipulating people's emotions. Or this Eris chick - because it had narrowed itself down real quickly once the choice was between Hannah and Eris and Everett could only talk to one of them - who knew if she had done it on purpose, or accidentally like Brett had said?
It stirred up memories of her band, of fucking Steve. Stupid ass. Needed to be carted off to a hospital for one reason or another every week or so to be reminded he enjoyed living. Now they didn't even have a hospital to cart someone off to. Or doctors who were actually on call. Or any way of getting in touch with each other.
Maybe what was bothering her, really, was - what if this hadn't been some girl she didn't know? It was upsetting that she had some freaked out people on her lines - Brett was worried enough about it to bother her. Everett had been worried, she could tell. But what if this had been Jesse, or Bri, or Scott? She would have no way of getting to them. Fuck, in all but one case there, she would have no way of even knowing. She hadn't heard shit from Jesse or Scott personally - though she knew they were okay - and she didn't even know anyone who could talk to Saj, Veronica, Janie...
If something happened to one of them, she'd be completely helpless, no matter how many graphs she made, or how many doctors there were.
Bri, CODE BLUE or some shit. Can we get some kind of answer back from the docs stat? OD girl can't stay awake and Brett doesn't know what to do, she typed quickly into the PM window.
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Brianna had been obsessively checking her computer in case she had missed a chime or some such but no. Nothing. Nothing at all. And then suddenly there was a message but she knew it was from the terminal connected to Camber. Great. More guilt. It was apparently getting dire.
I'm TRYING to get an answer but I can only do so much. I sent it through Kaori to Stan but... I've just sent it through Scott to Stan. Maybe he can get a faster answer. I can't do much more. I'm sorry. And she really was just so fucking sorry. After this - after this she was tempted to smash all the computers so she wouldn't have to feel bad about it anymore.
This sucked. Cam was sitting here worrying over someone she didn't know, and meanwhile she was making the people she did know feel like shit.
The other part of her brain was getting a little bitchy at both ends of the conversation, and if they had been face to face she would have snapped something ill-advised about how it's a little less permanent to not be able to help than to die of an overdose, but that was one of the good parts about private messaging: the ability to walk away.
So she did. She walked away, and she hit the wall and yelled a little bit, because fuck, she was hungry and stressed out and hadn't heard from fucking anybody, and it was lonely and cold in here and she really didn't want to be in the middle of all this. And then she took a breath, and ate her other half a sandwich very carefully and resisted the urge to eat an entire box of Nilla Wafers, which she hadn't had since before the experiment and which were sitting exactly where they should be.
She sighed and went back to Bri's computer and typed back, It's not your fault. I know you're trying. I'm sorry.
Finally they were getting somewhere - if only a little. Kaori has sent some suggestions while we wait for Stan. Keeping her awake and talking, as much as possible. Keep her calm. Panicking won't help her right now.
And in very quick perfectly transcribing because I'm not sure how to summarize:
If there's anyone who's close to her that she could talk to, or people could get messages from, that may help ground her in the here and now. If she is unaware that there are many people working to aid her, this may be something that would be good to inform her of. It will help her to think she isn't alone in this. Brianna had always been good at transcribing messages. Hell, she could stare at a paper and type the words on it with very few errors at 75 words per minute without even looking at the keyboard. And know when she made an error. It was talent pure and simple.
You're fantastic, Bri. Thanks so much for helping - I'll pass it right on. And thank Kaori for me, when you have time, please :) Cam didn't want to go on too long; she had to get this to Brett before he had a freaking heart attack over at the other computer.
But she was extraordinarily grateful for Bri's help, and company, in this. Bri had the choice to tell her to fuck off, or ignore her; Cam was sure she could have been doing anything else. PMing the cute boy. Whatever. But she was running errands, and it was nice of her. (When wasn't Bri nice? was, in general, a better question.)