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[May. 14th, 2009|01:44 pm] |
*goes to visit Glorfindel on Day 1 of the latter's latest stint in rehab, as early as he is allowed in to see him*
*leaves again somewhat dejected, the visit having been lacking, at best—Glorfindel had just received a dose of whatever medications his doctor is using to help with the withdrawal symptoms (which seems perfectly idiotic in his mind but what does he know about medicine?), and was obviously dazed, frequently losing the thread of the conversation* *takes some small comfort in the fact that Glorfindel did, at least, look pleased to see him, even though he seemed similarly happy for any of the staff passersby who were gentle and nice to him*
*on Day 2, decides to just drop by with a sandwich from one of their favorite cafés, because while he really would prefer to see Glorfindel every day, he's also terrified of being a hindrance to his recovery* *begs a scrap of paper from the receptionist and neatly pens a short note for him, which strikes him as oddly archaic but after the phone debacle, maybe it isn't, so much*
Can't have you wasting away on cafeteria lunches. -Ecthelion
*as an afterthought, adds his mobile number underneath just in case (in this age of phone debacles, no one remembers phone numbers anymore)*
*that done, makes his way over to the Flower to look for Elemmakil (or, rather, loiters in the rehab clinic for another ten minutes, debating whether to just go in; leaves the building and gets a whole block before changing his mind and turning around to go back to the clinic, then changing his mind and turning around again to go to the Flower)* |
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