Winifred Kinney (moreweight) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2020-05-28 06:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: july 3 - 9, allen bellamy, winnifred kinney |
though the fear keeps me moving
Who: Fred & Allen
What: Late Updates
Where: The Clinic
When: Sunday evening, after Cal's confession and subsequent public notice
Fred told herself, as the sun was setting, that she'd always intended to keep the Marshal as informed as she could - it was just that timing played against them both. His surgery and recovery happened alongside the arrest and confession that there was a nagging part of her that assumed it had been planned in some way. The scope of that implication was uncomfortable to comprehend, however, and she had enough on her mind. It was the sort of thing that one could ponder while staring at the ceiling in bed, unable to sleep. For now, there were real issues pressing in from all sides and the Marshal was finally available.
The clinic was quiet, and there was no stopping her from passing through the front lobby (acknowledged briefly by the volunteer working there) and into the back where Allen was recovering.
He looked worse for wear, which is how fights often went. Just after everything is fresh, but given time to ripen the bruises become dark and the swollen. She didn't remark on his appearance, though. He already knew what he looked like and didn't need her observation of it. Drawing up a nearby stool she took a seat.
"Evening Marshal," she began, her voice even. "I'm glad to see you up and social."