Who: Anna Milton (drops_ofjupiter) and Andy Gallagher (socompelling) When: Saturday Night Where: Winterfell What: Anna's TECHNICALLY not supposed to be on her feet, but she also can't sit still. Warnings: Not high, I'm betting. Status: Closed, Incomplete.
Anna realized that going to Doctor Grey for help wasn't really going to be much help if she then turned around and kept walking around on the bad foot.
But she was also pretty sure that if she kept laying on the couch watching cartoons, she was going to go nuts. And besides, at least with the crutches, she was fairly mobile. She felt vaguely guilty for making Cas take care of her, even though he seemed to be enjoying it and she hadn't really had anyone make a fuss over her since she'd been small and sick.
But even that could get old after awhile and she appreciated Andy and Castiel's help when Cas was busy training Buffy or cleaning up the bar, but she was still feeling listless.
The main thing Cas had kept saying was to let Andy or Buffy do all the lifting for her. Which she thought was a bit much, since he had bruised ribs and had insisted on carrying her.
Although, letting Buffy carry her down the stairs would have been WEIRD.
Anna stooped down to pull the box of vodka bottles towards her, finding it hard to balance on one foot.
Oh, shoot. She stood back up carefully, leaning forward to where she could see Andy standing at the bar doing something.