Biting the bullet || RP with isabelowens
James was out in a deep sleep by the time Ali left his room. She'd told him just about everything, save for the fact she'd slept with Mark again. She didn't want to overload his already stunned brain. She was aware as well as anyone how much it was to process.
She hooked her back over her shoulder and quietly left his room. She needed to get something to eat because she had an empty fridge back at her apartment. She was tired again. She seemed to be tired all the time with the sprog growing inside her, not to mention she felt like she was waddling rather than walking now. It's not like the bump was huge or anything, noticeable, but not massive. Still, it was psychological that she felt she wanted to lean back to compensate for the extra weight around her gut.
She was just exiting the main part of the ward and approaching the nurses' station when she spotted Izzy getting off the elevator. Ali bit down on her lip and contemplated turning in the opposite direction before she was seen, but Izzy spotted her before she had the chance. Ali dipped her head and wrung her hands in front of her before sucking in a breath and slowly approaching her friend. "Hey," she murmured, folding an arm across her to hook her fingers in her bag strap.
She hooked her back over her shoulder and quietly left his room. She needed to get something to eat because she had an empty fridge back at her apartment. She was tired again. She seemed to be tired all the time with the sprog growing inside her, not to mention she felt like she was waddling rather than walking now. It's not like the bump was huge or anything, noticeable, but not massive. Still, it was psychological that she felt she wanted to lean back to compensate for the extra weight around her gut.
She was just exiting the main part of the ward and approaching the nurses' station when she spotted Izzy getting off the elevator. Ali bit down on her lip and contemplated turning in the opposite direction before she was seen, but Izzy spotted her before she had the chance. Ali dipped her head and wrung her hands in front of her before sucking in a breath and slowly approaching her friend. "Hey," she murmured, folding an arm across her to hook her fingers in her bag strap.