Helmet

As Herb leaves to put the wallet away, Carson just stands for a moment alone, contemplating what he'd just done. He didn't regret it...but it wasn't easy. Without his money on him, he'd have no drinks and no smokes. Cold turkey wasn't fun...but if it stopped him from continually getting himself into trouble, it had to be worth it. Something had to change. He'd tried to change things around him and it had done no good. He'd tried to change himself without help and he had failed. This was his last effort.

After getting ready for work, he tries to busy himself, trying hard not to mess as many things up as he had the day before. But the thoughts of last night still haunted him. The guilt was sticking with him this time.

As he's cleaning some pans, and Herb approaches him about the menu, Carson's eyebrows raise. He knew how particular Herb was about that. He knew how Herb liked to keep it in his own hands and not let other people touch it. Why on earth would he let someone else prepare it now...let alone Carson?

Carson just looks at him for several seconds, then finally blinks. "Um...sure...I guess...if that's what you want, yeah, I'll work on it." Amidst the confusion, was also a rising feeling of humility again. Herb treated him like a human. Carson hadn't told him everything, but he knew good and well he didn't have to. Herb could figure out where he'd been last night, and yet he still treated Carson with an element of respect. And that was something that caught Carson's attention. It was a lack of respect in Carson's life that contributed to a lot of the problems. He didn't respect himself, and he didn't respect others. Last night he'd certainly not had any respect for anyone else.

Suddenly his train of thought goes from the menu back to the woman he'd met. He knew he should probably continue his conversation with Herb and talk about this a little more, but if he didn't do something else right now, it would eat him all day. And he wasn't strong enough to handle that right now.

"Hey, Herb..." Carson shuts off the sink and dries his hands. "I, um...I'll be right back, okay?" Heading for the door, he turns around, walking backward a couple steps. "I...uh....stole something from someone last night and...I need to call and apologize. I won't be long."


Kyle grins as Misty comes into the infirmary, and he closes his notebook, prepared to have her make sure all his vitals were fine.

At her suggestion at going to the beach, he cocks his head and looks up at her for a moment. Her eyes looked tired...weary. He hated the pain he felt being shown through those eyes, and wished he could do even more than he had, to make it go away. Perhaps some time out to the lake really would be of some help.

A smile brightens his face and he gives her a thumbs up. Scooting off the bed, he checks his pockets, and coming up empty, turns to Misty and shrugs, signaling that she was up for driving since not only did he not have keys, but he didn't have a vehicle here anyway.

Gestures, mixed with a couple signs, mixed with mouthing the words, the message came across that he questioned her driving abilities and wanted to make sure they didn't have to stop by his place to pick up a helmet for him.

Giving her a mischievous grin, Kyle heads for the door, bowing and letting Misty head out first. Passing by Jason's office, he waves and keeps on going. Once outside, he heads with Misty to her car and slides in the passenger seat. He wasn't about to tell her he had a little headache. That secret was worth being able to get outside for a while.


Scott takes Katie's hands as they're wrapped around in front of him, and he twists his head around to return a kiss to her cheek. "That sounds wonderful. Domino has been a ball of energy lately and she could use some extra attention. ...Not that I don't feel like the extra attention too." He grins. "What do you suggest? It might be kinda chilly tonight, so we could curl up with a blanket and watch a movie, or we could be daring and go for a night walk or..."