#solismedical

As always, Geo had timed everything just right. He was just finishing up plating dinner for Wyatt as he walked in the door. There would be no reheating food leftover from the girls' dinners if he could help it. His user would have his food cooked fresh. Tonight the android had made his user's favorite. He set the plate down with gentle hands at the dinner table before moving to greet his user.

"Welcome home, Sir. The girls have been fed, seen to their nightly routines, and put to bed. All of Miss Rachel's homework is complete and I have checked her work. I hardly had to make any corrections. She is proving just to be just as intelligent as her father these days." The android offered a warm smile.

"your shirt… is that blood?" from @solismedical

some days, she struggles to believe she's awake. as if she's still locked in coma - still trapped in own body, in shadows that last both seconds  &&  months all in the same breath.  the world kept on spinning, people moved on, and she's long since lost track of how many once friends still believe her to be dead. yet there's a numbness that remains: barely processing his words before she glances to where he's looking, at red staining her sleeve.