Abby.

Abby had found herself letting her bitterness go. She had spent some time doing some arts and crafts with the patients from Ward A. She found she was really enjoying it. Especially palling around with the younger patients. She found them exceptionally enjoyable. Sh eliked making friends with other people. It made her feel less anxious, less crazy. Plus, it kept Gabe’s voice at bay.

Abby ate dinner with a young lady friend she had met earlier in the day. They talked about their favorite kinds of cats. They palled around, acting wo gal pals having dinner. Abby felt normal for once. After dinner, she spent time in the Rec room, hanging around. Watching Television. Waiitng for another friend to come around. To talk to. She was becoming a social butterfly in a matter of a few hours.

Abby missed the chance to see her son.
She was sick, appendicitis. She had been in the hospital for two weeks. She could barely walk now, without discomfort. She could barely walk without worrying that her stitches would pop. She didn’t care if they did or not—she was so engrossed in the fact that she missed her visit with her son, Wyatt.
Those visits couldn’t be rescheduled.
Since that weekend, Abby had mostly moped around the hospital. She went and talked to Dr. O’Malley once since the whole thing happened. She couldn’t bother getting herself out of bed. She didn’t want to get up. She was so depressed by the whole thing, Abby was even taking her medication. It made her feel like a slug, depressed, slimy, icky. But at least she felt tired, and slow enough to sleep. Fight the sadness. 
Abby knew eventually, she’d be able to get over this. Eventually she’d see her son again, but still. The fact remained, of all the weekends she could get sick on, it’s the one where she would see the love of her life—Her son.

Abby missed the chance to see her son.

She was sick, appendicitis. She had been in the hospital for two weeks. She could barely walk now, without discomfort. She could barely walk without worrying that her stitches would pop. She didn’t care if they did or not—she was so engrossed in the fact that she missed her visit with her son, Wyatt.

Those visits couldn’t be rescheduled.

Since that weekend, Abby had mostly moped around the hospital. She went and talked to Dr. O’Malley once since the whole thing happened. She couldn’t bother getting herself out of bed. She didn’t want to get up. She was so depressed by the whole thing, Abby was even taking her medication. It made her feel like a slug, depressed, slimy, icky. But at least she felt tired, and slow enough to sleep. Fight the sadness. 

Abby knew eventually, she’d be able to get over this. Eventually she’d see her son again, but still. The fact remained, of all the weekends she could get sick on, it’s the one where she would see the love of her life—Her son.

hannahisstillsilent:

Alex…isn’t happy today. :(

what’s wrong, pretty lady?? :(

FRESH MEAT yes

bad-moon-a-rising:

All of you shut the fuck up already!!!!! *yells as he is still strapped  to the bed*

WHO ARE YOU? WHO IS THAT? I don’t recognize that voice. Who is that?

levi-adams:

((ooc: yes, I’m aware irl Sophia is likely to turn around and slap me for that))

KILL HIM TARA

lil-red-priestess-sophia:

abby-sullivan:

lil-red-priestess-sophia:

levi-adams:

abby-sullivan:

lil-red-priestess-sophia:

Being locked up like this is insulting. 

Uh…. why?

What’s wrong with being locked up? I don’t mind. Oh, wait, you meant…

-Looks at both of them- I should have more freedom than most women. Not be cramped up in here like this.

Whaaaat even makes you say that? 

I’m a priestess, of course. I have certain rights. 

 Ummm I was a nurse but that doesn’t mean they let me dish out medication. Besssides you’re in here. You’re just another crazykiddo.

lil-red-priestess-sophia:

levi-adams:

abby-sullivan:

lil-red-priestess-sophia:

Being locked up like this is insulting. 

Uh…. why?

What’s wrong with being locked up? I don’t mind. Oh, wait, you meant…

-Looks at both of them- I should have more freedom than most women. Not be cramped up in here like this.

Whaaaat even makes you say that? 

UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH I literally cannot get laid for another weeeeeeeeek!!!! NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!!!! 

Plus, Shaun’s gone. So. :(

lil-red-priestess-sophia:

Being locked up like this is insulting. 

Uh…. why?