Who: Memphis and Storm When: Friday Evening Where: Washington, DC What: Storm comes to visit to keep her boyfriend sane
Storm's recovery from the attacks had been a long road. Her fractured pelvis had kept her in the hospital for a good while and afterwards she had returned to school instead of going home for Christmas. She still couldn't believe her father had never come to see her and Marlo in the hospital. Though she felt like she really shouldn't have been surprised and was kinda mad at herself for being so. The worst part of everything, though was just how much she missed Memphis. Sure, they talked every day, but still. She could tell he was going crazy, stuck in DC. It hadn't helped that it had taken the Secret Service a good two weeks to approve her visit.
There was still a profound limp in her walk as she got off her plane. The doctors insisted that the physical therapy she did regularly would eventually help with that and that she would eventually be back to completely functional. She wasn't entirely sure she believed him. She also refused to use the cane she was still supposed to use. She would not be using it cane when she wasn't even 18 years old. By the time she reached the baggage area, she had to pause both to catch her breath and to fix the sleeve of her dress. She also needed to build up the willpower to force herself not to limp. She had overestimated her recovery to her boyfriend over the phone. She hadn't wanted him to worry.
Her attempt to not limp failed completely as she grabbed her bag. Once she saw Memphis though she forgot about trying not to limp. She couldn't run to him, but didn't exactly stop her from trying. Trying to move with speed made her limp even more obvious, but she only stopped when she reached him. Throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him before she even said hello.