ᴀᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴄᴄᴀʟʟ (caalypso) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-03-12 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | amber mccall, ~raphael davies |
WHO: Amber ; Raph
WHAT: Meeting up after visiting the doc
WHEN: Shortly after this
WHERE: Raph's room
RATING: tbd
After their conversation, Amber stayed up in bed, rolling from one side to the other, unable to focus. She wanted to light up, but thought that might not be too respectful, even if the trauma of Raph’s loss only made her want to reach for the pipe more. It didn’t help that Cash had recently been removed. He’d been a comforting presence, and her primary supplier of the one substance that helped her manage a sense of equilibrium. She felt his absence intensely, and worried, while laying in bed, that it might not make her a stable body for Raph to lean on, which clearly, he needed, and deserved.
But Amber was nothing if not empathetic, and she cared a great deal for Raph. Even if she had been an utter mess when he messaged her – she would have gladly cleaned up to help him, especially now, learning that he’d lost someone he cared about.
Amber rolled onto her stomach and buried her face into her pillow. She wasn’t tired – if anything, she was restless.
And as soon as she heard the suite door opening, she flung off the bed and was soaring towards Raph’s room. He was here, finally; his door was even still open a crack.
The petite blonde gently knocked on the door and poked her head through the crack. “Hey, it’s me.”