May 30, 2014
+ reformedlure
It had been some time before everyone had healed from their wounds properly, and even then, Alana had to have a brace around her back. She could just barely remember what had occurred, but she was acutely aware of the fact that Abigail had been the cause to her head meeting concrete. Slowly, but surely, she rolled her wheelchair into Abigail's hospital room, rolling right up to the bed and smiling. "Hi, Abigail," she said, quietly, brushing a piece of hair from her face. They hadn't been the closest, but she wanted to feel motherly towards her; and she did.
