From Tokyo With Love - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance

Chapter 23 - Over And Out

NORMAN

Tokyo + one month

As soon as the door to my trailer closes to a shut behind me, I reach out blindly for my satchel that's sitting on the tiny sofa. My fingers wrap themselves around the little jar inside and I breathe out a prayer of thanks.

Thought I might've left it back at the hotel  😌

My eye and head are currently pounding out a steady beat. I'd found out in the worst possible way that extremes in temperature affect the new titanium socket.

And today is a fucking freezing day in Toronto!

When Ollie bought the jar of herbal balm for me and gently rubbed some in? The relief was instantaneous.

And it still is. I've gone through that jar and half of another over the last month. I better give Minnie a call and beg her to ship a few cartons over to me.

After wiping my hands, I pack up my gear and leave the trailer. Stumble off the film set towards the hotel where most of the cast and crew are staying.

We've been in production for nearly a month now and I have to admit it's been hard going for me. The accident screwed me over more than I ever realised.

So the early finish before my weekend off comes as a welcome blessing.

Flanery is still going over some scene changes with Troy, the film's director and writer. I said goodbye to them earlier.

"Norm!"

Billy's strong Scottish accent rang out and I turned to see his grinning face. Poking out from the rear window of the town car that's now pacing me.

"Can I give ye a lift to the hotel, son?"

"Nah....thanks Billy. I'm all good with walking, pal. See ya Monday if not before!"

Raised a hand in fond farewell to him as he gave me the thumbs up and drove off.

I light my cigarette and keep trudging.

Glad for the opportunity to stretch my legs a bit and empty my mind of the happenings on set. Filming is going Ok, no dramas so far this time around....thank heavens.

Not that I would've cared anyway. Haven't given many flying fucks about much at all lately.

I get up, go to work and then return to the hotel once the job is done. Work, smoke, eat, drink, sleep, piss and shit.

That's all I do.

Gotta be honest....the eating and sleeping have been pretty far down the priorities lately. And the work doesn't stop when I finish on set either. Every waking moment, when I'm around other people?

I'm acting....playing a part. Pretending to be 'Norman Reedus'.

I checked my phone again, as I've done roughly every ten minutes since I arrived home from Tokyo. And my mind drifts back in time as it always does.

Again....again....and a-fucking-gain.

***

'Must be near eleven PM back in Tokyo?'  I calculated when I grabbed my bags off the carousel at LAX and fired up my cell.

It was six AM in sunny Los Angeles.

I asked Ollie in my letter to call me around midnight Tokyo time. There were no missed calls, so she should be ringing in about an hour.

I stumbled into my apartment. Unpacked and threw my clothes into the washer before having a hot shower to freshen up a bit. Then settled myself down in bed with my laptop. Phone on charge and within easy reach.