Snippet #2561485

Desmond had had more than a few drinks in him before they set out, but his fast metabolism meant that he wasn't a complete menace on the road, and he drove them back without any incident, and he seemed somewhat sober by the time they arrived back at the VINDEX office. He hadn't said anything for the whole drive, but when he pulled up alongside the shoulder of the road a block away from the building, he put the car into park. He sat a time before he finally spoke.

"I think you should see Cornell this week," he told her finally. "Might be he can get a better idea of what's goin' on with you physically."

Chloe had remained just as silent as Desmond on the way home. The lack of response in her right hand had sobered her, and she worked at her hand until she could move her fingers and the joints in her hand properly again. Afterwards, she just sat there with it clenched in her lap until Desmond spoke.

"I'll be fine, Desmond.." She muttered, her tone sounding as though she had told this to someone before a few times already.

"Chloe, whatever is goin' on with you doesn't just affect you. It affects everyone around you. Or 'ave you forgotten," Desmond chastized playfully. "Denial an' ignorin' problems won't keep anyone safe. Now I'm supposed to be 'elpin' you, an' I can't do that unless you want to 'elp yourself. An' you can't 'elp yourself unless you know what's goin' on so you you can make informed decisions, and I can't 'elp you unless you tell me what's goin' on. You follow?"

Chloe's jaw clenched slightly. He was right none the less, but she didn't want to admit to it. Her right hand started to tingle slightly and she released the death grip to let the blood flow through her fingers again.

"This isn't the first time this has happened.." She admitted. "But this hasn't happened in years.. Its just recently started up again.." She sighed. "I was going to tell you about it before Snow came along.. Figured it wasn't important enough to bring up afterward.." She murmured.