Hannah May TIllman, 27, Unemployed.
Not diagnosed.


allenphillips:

Come over for dinner, sometime? Belle and I…we’d really love to see you

Oh, of course I will! I miss you, the both of you.

I don’t like it very much, at all…

jacob-harrington:

Hm.. See, I read his will. Seemed like for such a wonderful man, you chose to give your heart to someone else… Gotta wonder what that does to a man.. Maybe you drove him mad.

Y-you… that’s none of your business. Mr. Bradford.. I loved him more than anything in the world. I didn’t think he— I didn’t know he felt that way until it was too late.. it’s not my fault…

gideongray:

He was what?

…no…no there’s no need for a doctor.

Y—yes.. somebody, I don’t know who, shot him in the street… I’m so sorry you had to find out this way. No doctor? I could.. um.. I could sit with you, if you’d like, until your wife comes.

#gideon

gideongray:

H…Hannah. You work for Mr. Bradford correct? How is the old bastard? Haven’t heard anything out of his big mouth in a few days.

I… oh… Gideon..

He… Mr. Bradford… I don’t know how to.. Mr. Bradford was ki—killed a few days ago.. do you remember that? We, um, we should have you go see a doctor, okay? 

gideongray:

R—…Mo—….I’m sorry, can you tell me who you are?

It’s… it’s Hannah, sir, Hannah Tillman. Is everything alright? Should I call for a doctor…?

gideongray:

It…? Is everything okay, Mr. Gray?

#gideon
#relevant #*

I haven’t been sleeping very much lately. Hopefully I’ll be able to rest tonight.

#status

…but I just.. can’t.