ā i didnāt know where else to go. ā
ā come in . . . ā it's said delicately & without hesitation , stepping out of the way to allow room for @rivierlied. an exhaled breath leaves part lips as hues , that try to mask the worry worn within them , scan for any sign of injury. you worry too much , pond. the doctor would say. she could hear it now & of course she'd have some sort of snarky response back at him , accompanied with an eye roll or glare.
ā are you okay? ā she finally asks after realizing how she probably looked , how she was just standing there in silence , just staring. hand fidgeting with the knob , door still ajar.
ā 's something wrong? ā the second question holds more weight , more worry , behind it. eyes flaring before body shifts restlessly. ā is it the doctor? is he okay? ā












