The Same Rain || Gail & Rory
Was it really that hard to leave someone alone when they asked to be left alone? With a groan, Gail reluctantly turned away from the window, her lips tugged downwards in a small frown. Whatever rude remark was about to leave her mouth was put to a halt, however. She didn’t know this person and that was odd. She was rarely approached by people she didn’t know. Well, patients she didn’t know; goodness knew that medical staff she’d never even seen before questioned, poked, and proded her nearly on a daily basis. Patients, on the other hand — and this guy, judging by the lack of uniform and patronizing smile, was definitely a patient — rarely approached her unless they knew each other.
She blinked in confusion, her eyes looking the rather meek looking boy up and down. She hadn’t really heard what he’d said after calling her name, but the package in his hands gave him at least some reason to be here. “That for me?” she asked awkwardly, looking down to the book on her lap, picking it up with care and straightening her bookmark before closing it. She glanced at the boy again from the corner of her eye. Ugh. She just wanted to be alone.
"Uh, yeah." Rory took a few steps forward awkwardly. He extended his arm, hoping she would take the package and he could leave. He hated being in other people's rooms. It was awkward, and there was a smell to it. In this girl's-Gail's- room, it was of a perfume. He felt the sudden pang of desire to be normal. For once, to be able to function and talk with people without fear of snapping.
"That's um, what came in the mail. I think it's from Amazon." Rory said, his arm swinging down as she took the box from him. "So uh, I'm just going to um, go." He took a few steps back, hoping that leaving would relieve his frustration with himself and the building he was practically imprisoned in. "Enjoy the uh, the reading."
