WHO: Aurora Morgan (@willowglenaurora) WHERE: Conrad T. Morgan Memorial Hospital
He loathed being in here. As if he would be transported back to the moment of waking up in a hospital bed, learning that he had been unconscious just three days prior, after a car wreck. Returning home with his tail between his legs was never a part of his plan. He had escaped Willow Glen, yet his own sins and shortcomings brought him right back to the place he fought all his life to run away from. So what was he to do next?
With a few hours before he had to be on the clock, he figured swinging by to bring lunch could be a kind token of forgiveness. They hadn't really chatted much about everything that had transpired with him just yet. It felt like he was walking on eggshells with everyone, that if one wrong look at him, he would all but shatter. "Hey, Ror," he calls out to his sister as she appears from behind a curtain. "The front desk lady let me in. Did you take lunch yet?"