Room 218; Saturday Morning.

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah knew that there was some place she had to be today. She had to be at the clinic place, not for all the usual tests or anything, but because she actually got to play doctor. There was, of course, a problem in all of this, and that was walking. Even just rolling out of the bed without the aid of her sisters had been tricky, not to mention

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[stupid_toasters]

Lee, on the other hand, nearly hurtled himself down the stairs, uncaring about bumps and bruises and anything else. He just jumped and skipped and had a blast coming down the stairs.

And he had to yell while running down the hall. He skidded to a stop outside 218 and sort of knocked and kicked at the doorframe.

[Moving+me=OW so maybe a teeny bit slow]

[ecirpnellehada]

Like an elephant poked by one too many circus trainer. Adah, of course, had noticed the noise coming from down the hall and tried not to pay attention to it, focusing instead on the pretty diagrams of germs in her books, just hoping it had nothing to do with her. Of course, she seemed to have jinxed herself with that thought, as it turned out that the commotion culminated right there at her door. She lifted her head reluctantly, crookedly, blinking at the door. Oh. Him. She gave him a tight-lipped expression, glancing toward the doorframe pointedly, where he kicked, and then went back to her reading, because her reading was more interesting.

At least, she wanted to make it look like it was.

[[ Actually, I have to now run an sudden, big, hospital-related errand, so SP okay? ]]

[stupid_toasters]

"Whatcha doing?" Lee asked, ambling into the room and trying to actually see what she reading because he could totally read.

[Perfectly fine!]

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah's eyes shifted away from the picture of a lymph node, not to th Eel, but to the side of the room, thoughtfully. It was a stupid question, really, but she should have expected that. What she was thinking about was not the answer, that was clear. What she was thinking about was how to answer.

She decided to look over at him, depart from her usually vacant stare to add a slight, bare lift of an eyebrow, a tracing hint of wondering if he was seriously just kidding with a question like that, before going back to the book.

She did, however, give the book a light nudge forward, opening up more space for other people who might be interested in looking to look if they really wanted to.