Sometimes you need more than a bandage and a bottle of scotch [Freya & Bridget]
By the time the doctors left Bridget’s room, Freya had been to the gift shop, picked out a multitude of trinkets, flowers, and toys to make her friend feel better. She headed in, and set the bags on the bed at her friend’s feet. “Hey there wounded soldier. Feeling better?”
Freya grabbed the comfy chair from the other side of the room, and dragged it next to the bed. “I brought you some presents.” She grinned, setting the flowers bedside table before plopping into the chair. “Are you feeling better?? Don’t feel like you have to talk tor whatever, I mean, you must be tired.”












