[Barely a handful of minutes pass before Angela sweeps into the clinic and makes a beeline for Cameron's office. The look on her face reads determined (or complete madness, depending on who you ask) and Angela's walking in with her head held high, her shoulders back and something to say. The office door almost slams into the wall behind it before Angela grabs the knob and firmly shuts it, blocking out any nosy ears, turning to face Cameron head-on.]
I'm an alcoholic.
[Well, they do say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. They just probably didn't mean throw it on the table like that. And maybe alcoholic is too strong of a term for what she's been like these last few months, but anything less feels like denial.]
another glass of whisky, but it still don't kill the pain;
I'm an alcoholic.
[Well, they do say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. They just probably didn't mean throw it on the table like that. And maybe alcoholic is too strong of a term for what she's been like these last few months, but anything less feels like denial.]