People Standing Still

"Leon!!" She was doubled over, puking her guts out into a garbage bin after too much alcohol and not enough cocaine. San Fran was much colder at night than the valley. It's the death that rolls off of the water, the wind that kicks up the smell of urine from the sidewalk, the sky scraping metal buildings. The homeless have an aftertaste when they pass you by.

Leon walked down the dark alley, reached out for the back of her neck and warmed her skin with his cold hands. "Let it out dear, just let it out."

Sabine smiled, mouth wet with saliva. "Take me to the ER, that demon wormed his way into my gut."