Abby (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nowiseeyou) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} commandhq, |
Abby took the soda with a smile, happy she wasn't in the wind direction of the smoke. "No..." She shook her head with a sigh. "Dr. Anderson wants me to not stay in my room so much. She said she wanted me to try to go to the party." But she'd said multiple times that if she didn't stay long, or if she didn't actually make it through the doors, that was okay so long as she tried. But to Abby, she read that as she had to go to the party or she'd disappoint Dr. Anderson and she was so used to what the doctors in the hospital did when she didn't make the progress they expected that she worried the same would happen here- even though deep down she knew it wouldn't.
She coughed slightly as the wind shifted and she caught some of the smoke. Her mother used to smoke...