There were a lot of things that could be said about men, even more about brave men, strong men, men who were viewed by others as rolemodels and idols, and one of those things were that they made for lousy patients. As much as Alicia had enjoyed spending time with Oliver earlier today, reality was that after a nightshift at the hospital and her own case of the sniffles she was pretty decently spent by the time she returned home to her flat.
It was late, and she probably ought to be asleep already, even she knew that, but being curled up, in her jim-jams, under the warm blankets with the light set on just-enough-to-read-by, her anatomy book and the wireless humming in the background was just about Heaven at this point. She had just flipped a page when there was a loud knock on the door, and instantly she was out from under the covers, her wand at the ready as she sped to the door because of the very few people who knew how to get to that door, neither of them knocked like this unless something was wrong.
Still keeping her wand ready Alicia opened the door and found herself face to face with Katie who most of all resembled a human storm cloud. Pursing her lips slightly in question, she lowered her wand and opened the door, and with a wide move of her arm gestured for her to come inside. “Talk? Drink?” she offered, climbing back into bed to keep her feet from getting cold again.