trevorincolor:

A Dr. Iplierst fanfic.
Things to note: My version of Dr. Iplier is named Joel and the version of Host I used in this fic is named Owen.

TW: Alcohol, Suicide.

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An amber light slipped in through the blinds illuminating the white walls as an orchestra of mechanical sounds filled the room. Standing near the window, the bearded man glanced from the scenery outside to the other wheezing in his sleep. Today marked a month since Owen was admitted to the hospital and things were looking grim. Watching cars pass by on the street below, the doctor recounted the events from that night in his mind, his grip on the ledge of the window tightening.

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