Re: Emergency Room: Des & Pat & Marta Mouse
[Destiny might have not felt like she knew Patrick anymore, but she could still spot him immediately. He'd moved on, and every day she was inculcating herself with the ability to do the same. Anyway, right now, with so much worry over Marta racing through her brain, the past might not have been the last thing on her mind, but it certainly wasn't at the forefront.
Normally, she would have been buzzing with nervous magic like a frayed wire ready to start a house fire, but she'd done a lot of work on controlling herself and the progress might have been obvious when compared to how frantic she'd been before. When Patrick stood, she rushed to meet him.] Hey. [The greeting was echoed while she tied dark hair suffering from some serious summer frizz back in a rubber band. The overnight bag got slung over her shoulder in the process.
Her smile was automatic, although not strong enough to invoke dimples, and it faded away rather quickly when she saw him up close. That bruise. She couldn't help but to make a tsk, more sympathetic worry than judgment, against her teeth when she reached up to touch the dark spot. She didn't actually touch it, of course. That would likely hurt, as the mark looked quite sensitive. Her fingers curled back against her palm, coming up short and Destiny dropped her hand back down against the side of her dress.
She looked toward the hall that led deeper into the hospital. She nearly asked if he knew what had happened, but then thought that maybe it wouldn't be right unless Marta wanted to tell Destiny herself.] I'll text you when I get her home. [Then she looked at him, and the expression was very sincere.] Thank you for calling me.