ftf // rorgan
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Rory still felt overwhelmed with what had happened. It felt... not real. Nothing felt real about a girl being murdered and then another attempted murder all in the same month. He’d never felt a genuine instinct as much as he had with his reaction to Reagan’s texts. Most of his actions were done selfishly, but he had really wanted to help her. He still felt hesitant showing up to the hospital, though, once everything was said and done. He didn’t like hospitals, not for any specific, personal reason. He just didn’t like them, but he put Reagan above that discomfort and when he finally got the okay to go in and visit, he came in with gifts. A protective layer, maybe. “Hey,” he said, his voice soft, but enthusiastic. “I know gifts don’t suddenly heal you, but they are nice, so...” He held out the bear, first and foremost. “Very soft, top of the line bear, name pending.”