sam_mm (sam_mm) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-10-19 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | alec, anghara |
Apt 8160, Evening, Ang and Alec, Closed.
The baseball game on TV was going well, and although Ang was pleased and enthusiastic, she was also exhausted. She'd seen her doctor again and handed back all her medications, telling him there was no way she could function as a mother, never mind a highly paid PA, while feeling like she had the entire global population of miners banging away in her head. He'd just blinked at her and then started talking about changing doses, and Ang had told him flat out she was changing the doses permanently and coming off all the damn pills. Just a few days later and already she felt heaps better.
She was snuggled up to Alec on the sofa, the throw across their legs, but now she moved, sitting up and folding the throw back neatly, "Do you need anything? I thought I might get another cup of tea, maybe some biscuits?"