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themusemanor2012-12-19 09:25 pm
behavioral) wrote in themusemanor2012-12-19 09:25 pm
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PSL - Will Zimmerman | Abby Corrigan ---> For the rest of our lives
Abby had spent the last two days resting in one of the guest rooms in the Sanctuary. It still felt so strange to think of this place as the enemy's lair when she had never known anything but kindness from Magnus or her staff. Especially Will. In a way, Abby couldn't think of the Sanctuary as anything but what its name would suggest. That was just what her job thought of it as, never what she would.
She woke up slowly, her mind still barely on anything but what had happened a few days ago. She was still in a lot of pain, but it was slowly dissipating and Magnus said she'd be able to go back to work within the week. Or at least home. The more she thought about it, the less appealing going home sounded. Abby thought staying here with Will was much nicer, but she did have a job and it wasn't here. Somedays she wished she could work here, but the offer had never come. Maybe it was better that way.
Rolling over on the bed, she closed her eyes again and willed the pain to go away. She could really do with a cup of coffee or something to do, but there as nothing other than resting. Always resting.
She woke up slowly, her mind still barely on anything but what had happened a few days ago. She was still in a lot of pain, but it was slowly dissipating and Magnus said she'd be able to go back to work within the week. Or at least home. The more she thought about it, the less appealing going home sounded. Abby thought staying here with Will was much nicer, but she did have a job and it wasn't here. Somedays she wished she could work here, but the offer had never come. Maybe it was better that way.
Rolling over on the bed, she closed her eyes again and willed the pain to go away. She could really do with a cup of coffee or something to do, but there as nothing other than resting. Always resting.