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[fuck_it]

He's heard something about Kate, but he's not sure he believes it.

It was just a few days ago that he sat there on the floor of her flat and watched the paramedics take her away, that blank look on her face. Chris still can't get it out of his fuckin' head, can't stop thinking that somehow it's his fault, that if he'd turned up early, maybe it wouldn't have happened. He would've been there.

But another one of Chris's mates has called him, found him in the phone book or something and said Kate's not dead. It makes no sense; he'd been there and the EMT's had said it was true. But he has to go by her place anyway.

If he's alive, then there's no reason Kate can't be as well. He's supposed to be in the ground somewhere in Bristol, somewhere underneath a wooden cross with his name on it, after all.

He's standing outside of her door for a full three minutes before he remembers to knock, hand shaking a bit as he wonders whether or not it'll actually be Kate who answers.

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[everyonetakes]

Kate's brewing a cup of tea when the knock comes -- tea she only has in the first place because of that time Chris made her some to drink while stoned -- and she turns toward the door, frowning faintly. She's seen a few people since everything that happened, but she's kind of purposely avoided going out more than she has to. All this shit still makes her weirdly nervous, like going out too much is going to cause something bad to happen again or having too many people over is going to mean she ends up back where she was.

It's dumb. She knows it was the dress. No one's told her, the doctors wouldn't say it for certain, but she knows. It was the dress, nothing else.

So she goes to the door and looks through the peephole and finds herself enormously relieved to see Chris on the other side. She's going to have to explain things to him, but right now, as she opens the door, she's just glad to see him.