thecrossfire (thecrossfire) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-01-15 20:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | henry blair |
Henry and Melisande
Hospital
Tuesday, Late afternoon
He hadn’t had to cover for her in a few weeks. Henry wasn’t a part of the usual hospital circles, so he missed the big news, but with the lack of texting, he could guess. She had seemed more or less content at first, but she wasn’t looking that way now, which seemed awfully backwards. She was getting worse instead of better. Henry hadn’t had so many break-ups in his day that he was some sort of expert, but it seemed to him that time was supposed to be healing that sort of thing. She was distracted in a different way during the planning now. When they finally called for a break this time, he followed her down the hallway, hurrying to catch up and calling out her name to draw her attention.
Maybe it wasn’t his place, but she really did seem to need a friend.
He had also heard a little more about Andrew Moreau. He seemed like a stand-up guy as far as Henry’s wife was concerned now. Moreau was working with the Fae, with Judgment himself, so maybe that was all it was. Things were a little crazier than usual, and maybe he was just busy with work lately, and she was worried about his safety. Henry did know what that felt like. “Melisande!”