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Entry tags:
- alain,
- kim,
- luc,
- winchester
9 June 1989, Evening
Meg needed to be away, just for a little while.
But, things being what they are, she doesn't want to be far away. She needs to be where people can still find her if they need to. For whatever reason.
So Meg has gone to find the hospital chapel.
It's quiet, removed from main hustle and bustle.
No one else is there, at the moment.
Meg takes a seat away from the door, and folds her hands in front of her.
And, rather than a conversational sort of prayer, Meg tries to just be still and wait to see what comes to her.
But, things being what they are, she doesn't want to be far away. She needs to be where people can still find her if they need to. For whatever reason.
So Meg has gone to find the hospital chapel.
It's quiet, removed from main hustle and bustle.
No one else is there, at the moment.
Meg takes a seat away from the door, and folds her hands in front of her.
And, rather than a conversational sort of prayer, Meg tries to just be still and wait to see what comes to her.
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A beat.
"Well, aside from the stylish sling you're sporting, and that cut on your cheek -- but you know what?" She's still smiling. "I don't think it's going to matter one bit."
Because really, it's the joy lighting Meg's face right now that makes all the difference in the world.
"You look wonderful, Meg. Go on."
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Which, Meg suspects, means the clothes are pretty ridiculous. Not that she doesn't know that.
It doesn't mean that Kim and Luc aren't right about the rest of it, right?
"Allons-y," Luc tells her, with a wave at the door he's holding open.
"Okay," Meg says. "I'll see you soon," she promises Kim, with a smile.
And then goes to assure Alain that she's fine.
(Because she is. Now.)