SHIVER ✮ LIP GALLAGHER

𝟱𝟴. YEAR OF ROT

[ tw : mentions of harm/past self-harm ]

𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗖 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗢𝗧𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗦 filled the void of desolate calm in the waiting room. It made Spencer want to turn back. It made her go down a deep spiral of doubts and wonders as to what she thought being here was going to exactly achieve in the long run. A short reunion with an old foe who so happened to also be 'family', due to twisted fate and a sham marriage blessed by the local sketchy priest on her house steps last summer.

All to heal the bruise of past mistakes that were dangerously close to scarring the security of her family. Or at least, the family she had left.

Everyone who was in awaitance to visit their loved ones at Beulah Vista looked dead inside. So she was somewhat right at home. To her left were an elderly couple, both degraded by age and probable lengthy life experiences. The wife hid behind a copy of the Tribune as a ploy to cover the cigarette that was clung between her fingertips. Though, it was more than obvious that the receptionist up front was more than aware she'd been breaking the clear no smoking sign.

As for the husband, he'd been miles away staring at his surroundings. Mostly at the advertisements pinned up on the crock board and the ones flashing across their small rickety plasma television screens.