#portsmithstarter

Thea hated hospitals; and she hated being so exhausted from everything lately. So she wasn’t exactly in the mood for visitors when she heard a soft knock from the doorway and saw a familiar face enter. “I-I take it Pres t-told y-you what happened?” Her tone wasn’t the lightest; and it was clear she would’ve rather just been alone.

J.P. was still beyond tired after his ordeal but it was his birthday and he knew his family had invited some of his friends over to make him feel better. "Hell of a way to spend my birthday." He said sitting on the couch in the den.

It had been another long night for Blair; and all she wanted to do was go home and sleep. But unfortunately, sleep wasn’t really an option; so instead, she was forced to run off a double shot of espresso as she maneuvered down the sidewalk, pushing Desi’s stroller and running the errands she had put off all week. Between the lack of sleep and the fact that her mind was elsewhere, she didn’t fully notice where she was walking and ended up bumping into someone. “Oh, sorry ‘bout that…” She apologized. “I didn’t run over your foot, did I?”

Kate sat near the shore of the lake, far enough away to avoid the chilly water. The lake had been one of her favorite spots ever since she moved to Portsmith and she had found herself here more and more frequently the past month, despite the dropping temperatures. She tossed a stone into the water, smiling to herself at the sound it made.

With Thea now home from the hospital, Preston got a little time-off. His charge was now under the watchful eye of her overbearing father; and he had a few hours to himself, allowed to go about the town without having to look out for the girl’s health wellbeing. So that’s how he ended up walking alone down Main Street, enjoying his temporary freedom.

J.P. was sitting outside the bowel. He just didn't want to be home at the moment and he couldn't bring himself to visit Thea as much as he wanted to.

"Whatever this is about it's kind of bad timing." Jericho said to the figure standing before him he had been fighting a headache all day.

Thea had finally been transferred from the intensive/critical care unit of the hospital to a regular recovery room in a different ward. This transfer meant her father would now allow her visitors beyond him and Preston; and she couldn’t be happier. Faintly hearing someone knock at her door, she moved to a seated position. “C-Come in.” She called out, her voice still weak.