⋙ WHEN? march 24th, morning ⋙WHERE? Quarantine Suite 1 ⋙WHO? @romanxdrake
Breakfast rations were done for the morning, but Roman hadn't come down. Considering the shape he'd been when he'd come in, it was no wonder he was probably still up in his bed. Balancing a tray in her hands as she made her up to the nineth floor, and then on her knee with one hand as she opened the door, Charlie slowly made her way into the space, seeing him for the first time since he'd been brought in with the others. Thankfully alive. She'd already hounded Ruth about his condition, and thus made sure she stepped into his line of sight before bringing the tray over with a concerned little look but a small smile.
How was she supposed to tell him now? Maybe she'd wait until she knew for sure, until Ruth could confirm it? Between the uncertainty she'd been living in, and the shape he'd come in in, all her anger had been washed away, replaced instead with hurt and confusion. Two emotions much more easily pushed to the side for her concern for him. He looked so... small, somehow, like he'd retreated some into himself. But that came with pain. She'd seen it before after her brothers would get in particularly nasty fights.
