2 Body of Proof fics
Title: Body of Thought
Author: halfbloodme
Beta: sanctuary_sarah
Characters/pairing: Kate Murphy/Megan Hunt (unrequited?)
Rating: PG-13 (for this one)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Episode 1
Summary: Kate has a lot to think about.
“Megan is a first class neurosurgeon, she works meticulously and never gives up. She’s tenacious in her working attitude and over the years has saved many patients others had written off. You couldn’t find anyone better to have on your team from that point of view. But I’m warning you Kate, Megan isn’t the easiest with social skills, she tends to stick her elbows out and ignore and irritate people. She isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.”
Dr. Kate Murphy could still remember the day she rang Megan Hunt’s former employer to ask for clarification on a few points of the reference he had sent her. It was just over a year later and he had been right about every single thing, but Kate didn’t regret employing the former neurosurgeon. Megan may not be able to do delicate brain surgery any longer, following her car accident, but she was a first class Medical Examiner and Kate couldn’t be luckier than to have her on the team… even if she did rub people up the wrong way.
Kate’s first impressions of Megan at the interview had been of someone she could work with professionally, but who wouldn’t be first on her list of people she wanted to be friends with and that suited Kate right down to the ground. She liked to keep her social life and her work life separate; it made things less messy in the long run. She’d witnessed what happened to those who go too involved with those they worked with. It didn’t matter if it was friendship or a fully blown romantic relationship, involvement at work could lead to resentment and hatred so quickly that it just wasn’t worth it. Although with that being said, as an employer Kate also knew that you couldn’t treat your employees without compassion.
Megan had pushed a lot of people’s buttons when she first started and Kate had constantly been receiving complaints. But not one of them reached Megan’s ears. Kate had defended her each and every time, trying to insure that the transition from neurosurgeon to medical examiner would go as smoothly as it could, at least in a work place capacity. But when Curtis had come to Kate about how Megan’s way of working was affecting their budget; she had to make a show at the very least, had to point out that the amount of procedures Kate was ordering was going to impact the department financially. So she did. In that meeting, Kate proved that the A&A panel she had recommended to Ethan was in fact the right thing to do and that a victim, who appeared to have heat stroke, was consequently diagnosed as dying from Lupus. If the test hadn’t been run then it would have been death by natural causes yes, but the death certificate would have been filled out incorrectly. To Curtis that may not have mattered, but for Kate it was impressive to see the way that Megan demanded accuracy in her work, and when others turned to her for advice she was happy to help attain that same level of accuracy. She had smiled inwardly as she told Curtis that she would handle Megan in her own way. Kate wasn’t about to be bossed around by her deputy, and she certainly wasn’t going to let him push their best Medical Examiner out of the job she was good at.
As Curtis had left the room, Kate had sat in her chair, folded her hands on the desk in front of her, leaned her head on those long slender fingers and closed her startling blue eyes, long blonde locks falling around her face. A smile formed on her lips as she replayed Curtis’s reaction to the meeting. A smile that only widened as her memory flashed to Megan and what she was wearing, Megan and the way her expression changed during the course of the meeting, Megan and the way her hair sat gently on her shoulders and tumbled down her back. That leather jacket suited Megan down to the ground and it certainly framed her perfectly. The blonde woman subconsciously ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Kate wasn’t sure when it had begun to happen but over the course of the past year, Megan Hunt had started to wheedle her way into her subconscious and Kate‘s compassion had grown into something more, without her head putting up it‘s usual fight. Kate wouldn’t act on it, but she could enjoy it from a distance. She might have broken her number one rule about work colleagues emotionally, but so long as she didn’t act on it, where was the harm?
Kate had become used to watching Megan when Megan wasn’t looking. She had learnt to make it look like she was giving space to the other woman, time to reply, a moment to get her thoughts together, or time to finish her current train of thought. There was nothing unprofessional about allowing another person the time to breathe, after all. Before Kate had talked to Megan about the pressures of the job and how friendship helped with them, she had stood there for a moment, watching, knowing that Megan couldn't see her with her back turned to her. She hadn't dared to hold that moment too long, a second was all it took knowing that she wouldn’t be able to justifiably explain herself to anyone that might question her about it. But that second had made Kate want to reach out and hold her, to reassure her that everything would be alright and that she would always be there for her. Instead she had slipped on her employer hat and approached the subject from an apparent viewpoint of compassion and not wanting to lose a talented team member.
“I got a lot of phone calls about you before I hired you,” Kate said softly but firmly, an opener that was designed to catch Megan's attention. “she's brilliant and driven, she throws elbows but gets results... I didn't think it was possible they were underselling you, but, they were.”
Megan rolled her eyes and looked away from her boss, not believing for a second that Kate was telling things how she saw them.
“In one year you've managed to make even City Hall notice us.” Kate added in an effort to back up her claim.
“You're welcome.” It was said more as a question laced with confusion, Megan's eyes making that obvious.
“But the knives will come out the minute you screw up. Then even I won't be able to help you.”
There was a moment that passed between the two women as the realisation of that statement hit Megan. Her job was on a tenterhook. She could sink or swim depending on what happened in regards to her meddling. What Kate was sure her subordinate hadn't realised was the other part to what she was saying. I want to help you, Megan. I want to look out for you. I want to be here for you.
“You know, I may never have a resumé like yours, but there is something I know that you don't. You let this job get too personal and you're going to burn yourself out.” Kate's arms were folded across her middle. There was a look of softness in her eyes.
“You let me worry about that, okay?” Megan asked. She unfolded her own arms and leant on the examining table.
It was a moment before Kate spoke, she took in Megan's stance, the way she was trying to conceal more of herself and yet show a more open stance at the same time. It was a classic way of trying to put the other person at ease and make them back off, but the blonde wasn't fooled easily.
“Do you have any friends?” Kate had asked, so much more present under the surface than she could easily let out.
“Why?” There was exasperation in Megan's expression that almost made her seem like a petulant child.
“Get some. You can't fight everybody, everywhere, all the time, alone.” Kate answered softly. The look in her eyes was genuine concern, laced around the edges. She left that as the last word between them and headed off.
Once back in the safety of her own office, Kate shut the door and leaned against it with a heavy sigh. Don't let this get further than a crush. Don't get too involved.
Title: Body of Desire
Author: halfbloodme
Beta: sanctuary_sarah
Characters/pairing: Kate Murphy/Megan Hunt (unrequited?)
Rating: NC-17 (for this one)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Episode 1
Summary: Megan apparently has a lot on her mind.
She was known as a bitch. Megan Hunt knew that. She knew she was talked about behind her back, knew that people would avoid her rather than be stuck in a lift with her. It was the way she was. She’d always been career driven and it cost her dearly. Her love of neurosurgery had lost her her daughter, her marriage and ultimately her career. If she hadn’t been fighting on the phone, if she hadn’t been late, maybe she would have seen the truck, maybe she’d have missed it, but it was that truck that had changed her life.
Unable to work at the career she loved anymore, Megan had taken a job at the Coroner’s Office. She was now a fully fledged Medical Examiner with a reputation amongst the police and those walking the corridors at City Hall for putting her nose in further than she should and meddling in areas that were usually not in the Medical Examiner’s jurisdiction. It wasn’t that Megan didn’t know the boundaries - it was that she couldn’t help herself. The accident had changed her and she cared about each and every person who was brought in to her lab, who was on the slab in front of them. She had a need to know why they had died not just the how. It irritated Curtis she knew that, but that was because it often pushed the buttons that sent his blood pressure up. In the past year that she had been there, Megan had ordered more tests per patient than anyone ever had before her. It was her compassion, her heart that made her do it.
So why then was Megan so closed off to the love of others towards herself? She’d built up a barrier between her and the people that could be her friends and kept them at a distance. Since her teenage years, Megan Hunt had been driven by one thing alone- the need to succeed, and letting too many people in would only get in her way. It wasn’t that she wasn’t capable of love. Before the accident she had loved. She had loved her ex when they were married and she still adored her daughter, but ultimately she had been as self reliant and self-sufficient as she was now. Even now as she looked back, she thought that she was fine this way. So why, when she sat here, eating the birthday cake that her daughter Lacey had left in her apartment, did her mind go back to the conversation she had had with the Chief start to play on her mind?
“Do you have any friends?” Dr. Kate Murphy, Chief Medical Examiner, asked.
“Why?” Megan was confused.
“Get some. You can’t fight everybody, everywhere, all the time, alone.” Kate left, her words of advice hanging in the air.
Normally it didn’t bother Megan when someone told her she needed someone else to bounce back on. She’d normally shrugged it off and moved on, not giving it a second thought, but she couldn’t shrug this off. It wasn’t the advice - she’d had that before. So many people had told her that she needed to have a social life, ‘make friends’. She’d heard it nearly every day since her adolescent years - so why was it different this time? In fact, Megan was sure that it wasn’t the first time that Kate had given her the advice. She turned over the last piece of cake with her fork before eating it. Megan stood, took the paper plate to the recycle can, popped it in and then headed for the en-suite bathroom.
The brunette opened the shower door, started it running and then turned to the mirror. She sighed as she looked at the bags under her eyes that were beginning to form. They were a sure sign that she needed sleep, and soon, but it wouldn’t be that easy. Megan knew that. In fact anyone that knew Megan, even in a small capacity, knew that once she had something on her mind, she would wrestle with it until it was resolved. It was one of the qualities that made her meticulous in her work and got her the results she worked so hard for. Megan reached for the make up remover wipes and opened the packet, quickly running one over her face she found her mind wandering back to the way Kate’s make up had looked earlier that day.
The blonde had perfected the delicate smoky edge to her eye make up. It had been well blended in at the edges, just enough to define those large blue eyes. The foundation and blusher were flawless of course. The lipstick was pale enough to simply finish the look, but with a half shade pinker than what Kate’s own lips must be. Kate’s lips… was it natural for a woman to have lips that were that enchanting? Megan mentally shook herself as she tossed the make up remover wipe into the trash can and began to strip off her clothes. Her mind did crazy things to her when she was tired and emotional. A good hot shower and time to write in her journal, the one she had kept continuously for years, would be all she needed.
As the glass enclosure of the shower encased both Megan and the steadily running stream of water, she allowed herself to lose all sense of time. An after work shower was one of the few places she felt able to switch off. No stresses, no worries. She closed her eyes and let the water wash over her body. Body. Kate’s body. Kate so strategically dressed in that silky white shirt, the gold chain framing the neckline, the top buttons undone and the shirt parting enough to reveal a hint of something more, but remained within decent work clothing guidelines. Those pants that framed the pert buttocks of her boss so very well, well enough that they were barely decent enough to be called legal in Megan’s opinion, never mind professional work attire. The memory of Kate walking so purposefully in those clothes and the sound of her heels hitting the floor steady and sure allowed her mind to drift.
As Megan’s mind had been wandering, her hands had begun a silent exploration of their own. Subconsciously one had moved across her breasts, playing with now pert nipples, and the other between her legs, past the patch of dark curls, the finger and thumb searching out that sensitive nub of nerves that could bring the ultimate release. A part of Megan knew that she shouldn’t be doing what she was, but she couldn’t stop. The mental image of Kate in her mind wouldn’t be shaken and the only thing she could think of, the only way she was sure she could let that image go - was to continue. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, leaning against the glass wall of the shower and bracing herself so she wouldn’t fall; she began to slowly massage her clit with the forefinger and thumb of her right hand in small circular movements, mimicking the action on her left nipple with the other.
It was the image of Kate Murphy that helped Megan bring herself to climax. It was Kate’s name she whispered as she came, the tears rolling down her face from the sheer emotional release that accompanied that orgasm. It hadn’t been the way she’d intended to relieve the stress, but it had worked there was no denying that. It took a few moments for Megan to dare and move, finishing her shower before the water would run cold. As she did so, she shook herself, trying to ignore what had just happened. She washed her hair and her body in record time and pulled herself out of the shower. Time to have a large glass of wine. That would help. A large glass of wine, a quick dinner and then a good night’s sleep.
It was only as she looked at her now fuzzy reflection in the steamy mirror that Megan found herself becoming unsteady, and had to grasp the edge of the vanity. She took a deep breath and tried not to let the overwhelming urge to let gravity drag her down and beat her. The reflection that she saw was more an outline with shading than anything else, condensation blurring her image until it was indiscernible. It no longer resembled the Megan Hunt she was used to seeing in the mirror. And it seemed to go hand in hand with what she had just done.
“What’s happening to you?” She whispered quietly to herself as her legs buckled beneath her and the emotion of the day once again took hold.
Author: halfbloodme
Beta: sanctuary_sarah
Characters/pairing: Kate Murphy/Megan Hunt (unrequited?)
Rating: PG-13 (for this one)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Episode 1
Summary: Kate has a lot to think about.
“Megan is a first class neurosurgeon, she works meticulously and never gives up. She’s tenacious in her working attitude and over the years has saved many patients others had written off. You couldn’t find anyone better to have on your team from that point of view. But I’m warning you Kate, Megan isn’t the easiest with social skills, she tends to stick her elbows out and ignore and irritate people. She isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.”
Dr. Kate Murphy could still remember the day she rang Megan Hunt’s former employer to ask for clarification on a few points of the reference he had sent her. It was just over a year later and he had been right about every single thing, but Kate didn’t regret employing the former neurosurgeon. Megan may not be able to do delicate brain surgery any longer, following her car accident, but she was a first class Medical Examiner and Kate couldn’t be luckier than to have her on the team… even if she did rub people up the wrong way.
Kate’s first impressions of Megan at the interview had been of someone she could work with professionally, but who wouldn’t be first on her list of people she wanted to be friends with and that suited Kate right down to the ground. She liked to keep her social life and her work life separate; it made things less messy in the long run. She’d witnessed what happened to those who go too involved with those they worked with. It didn’t matter if it was friendship or a fully blown romantic relationship, involvement at work could lead to resentment and hatred so quickly that it just wasn’t worth it. Although with that being said, as an employer Kate also knew that you couldn’t treat your employees without compassion.
Megan had pushed a lot of people’s buttons when she first started and Kate had constantly been receiving complaints. But not one of them reached Megan’s ears. Kate had defended her each and every time, trying to insure that the transition from neurosurgeon to medical examiner would go as smoothly as it could, at least in a work place capacity. But when Curtis had come to Kate about how Megan’s way of working was affecting their budget; she had to make a show at the very least, had to point out that the amount of procedures Kate was ordering was going to impact the department financially. So she did. In that meeting, Kate proved that the A&A panel she had recommended to Ethan was in fact the right thing to do and that a victim, who appeared to have heat stroke, was consequently diagnosed as dying from Lupus. If the test hadn’t been run then it would have been death by natural causes yes, but the death certificate would have been filled out incorrectly. To Curtis that may not have mattered, but for Kate it was impressive to see the way that Megan demanded accuracy in her work, and when others turned to her for advice she was happy to help attain that same level of accuracy. She had smiled inwardly as she told Curtis that she would handle Megan in her own way. Kate wasn’t about to be bossed around by her deputy, and she certainly wasn’t going to let him push their best Medical Examiner out of the job she was good at.
As Curtis had left the room, Kate had sat in her chair, folded her hands on the desk in front of her, leaned her head on those long slender fingers and closed her startling blue eyes, long blonde locks falling around her face. A smile formed on her lips as she replayed Curtis’s reaction to the meeting. A smile that only widened as her memory flashed to Megan and what she was wearing, Megan and the way her expression changed during the course of the meeting, Megan and the way her hair sat gently on her shoulders and tumbled down her back. That leather jacket suited Megan down to the ground and it certainly framed her perfectly. The blonde woman subconsciously ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Kate wasn’t sure when it had begun to happen but over the course of the past year, Megan Hunt had started to wheedle her way into her subconscious and Kate‘s compassion had grown into something more, without her head putting up it‘s usual fight. Kate wouldn’t act on it, but she could enjoy it from a distance. She might have broken her number one rule about work colleagues emotionally, but so long as she didn’t act on it, where was the harm?
Kate had become used to watching Megan when Megan wasn’t looking. She had learnt to make it look like she was giving space to the other woman, time to reply, a moment to get her thoughts together, or time to finish her current train of thought. There was nothing unprofessional about allowing another person the time to breathe, after all. Before Kate had talked to Megan about the pressures of the job and how friendship helped with them, she had stood there for a moment, watching, knowing that Megan couldn't see her with her back turned to her. She hadn't dared to hold that moment too long, a second was all it took knowing that she wouldn’t be able to justifiably explain herself to anyone that might question her about it. But that second had made Kate want to reach out and hold her, to reassure her that everything would be alright and that she would always be there for her. Instead she had slipped on her employer hat and approached the subject from an apparent viewpoint of compassion and not wanting to lose a talented team member.
“I got a lot of phone calls about you before I hired you,” Kate said softly but firmly, an opener that was designed to catch Megan's attention. “she's brilliant and driven, she throws elbows but gets results... I didn't think it was possible they were underselling you, but, they were.”
Megan rolled her eyes and looked away from her boss, not believing for a second that Kate was telling things how she saw them.
“In one year you've managed to make even City Hall notice us.” Kate added in an effort to back up her claim.
“You're welcome.” It was said more as a question laced with confusion, Megan's eyes making that obvious.
“But the knives will come out the minute you screw up. Then even I won't be able to help you.”
There was a moment that passed between the two women as the realisation of that statement hit Megan. Her job was on a tenterhook. She could sink or swim depending on what happened in regards to her meddling. What Kate was sure her subordinate hadn't realised was the other part to what she was saying. I want to help you, Megan. I want to look out for you. I want to be here for you.
“You know, I may never have a resumé like yours, but there is something I know that you don't. You let this job get too personal and you're going to burn yourself out.” Kate's arms were folded across her middle. There was a look of softness in her eyes.
“You let me worry about that, okay?” Megan asked. She unfolded her own arms and leant on the examining table.
It was a moment before Kate spoke, she took in Megan's stance, the way she was trying to conceal more of herself and yet show a more open stance at the same time. It was a classic way of trying to put the other person at ease and make them back off, but the blonde wasn't fooled easily.
“Do you have any friends?” Kate had asked, so much more present under the surface than she could easily let out.
“Why?” There was exasperation in Megan's expression that almost made her seem like a petulant child.
“Get some. You can't fight everybody, everywhere, all the time, alone.” Kate answered softly. The look in her eyes was genuine concern, laced around the edges. She left that as the last word between them and headed off.
Once back in the safety of her own office, Kate shut the door and leaned against it with a heavy sigh. Don't let this get further than a crush. Don't get too involved.
Title: Body of Desire
Author: halfbloodme
Beta: sanctuary_sarah
Characters/pairing: Kate Murphy/Megan Hunt (unrequited?)
Rating: NC-17 (for this one)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Episode 1
Summary: Megan apparently has a lot on her mind.
She was known as a bitch. Megan Hunt knew that. She knew she was talked about behind her back, knew that people would avoid her rather than be stuck in a lift with her. It was the way she was. She’d always been career driven and it cost her dearly. Her love of neurosurgery had lost her her daughter, her marriage and ultimately her career. If she hadn’t been fighting on the phone, if she hadn’t been late, maybe she would have seen the truck, maybe she’d have missed it, but it was that truck that had changed her life.
Unable to work at the career she loved anymore, Megan had taken a job at the Coroner’s Office. She was now a fully fledged Medical Examiner with a reputation amongst the police and those walking the corridors at City Hall for putting her nose in further than she should and meddling in areas that were usually not in the Medical Examiner’s jurisdiction. It wasn’t that Megan didn’t know the boundaries - it was that she couldn’t help herself. The accident had changed her and she cared about each and every person who was brought in to her lab, who was on the slab in front of them. She had a need to know why they had died not just the how. It irritated Curtis she knew that, but that was because it often pushed the buttons that sent his blood pressure up. In the past year that she had been there, Megan had ordered more tests per patient than anyone ever had before her. It was her compassion, her heart that made her do it.
So why then was Megan so closed off to the love of others towards herself? She’d built up a barrier between her and the people that could be her friends and kept them at a distance. Since her teenage years, Megan Hunt had been driven by one thing alone- the need to succeed, and letting too many people in would only get in her way. It wasn’t that she wasn’t capable of love. Before the accident she had loved. She had loved her ex when they were married and she still adored her daughter, but ultimately she had been as self reliant and self-sufficient as she was now. Even now as she looked back, she thought that she was fine this way. So why, when she sat here, eating the birthday cake that her daughter Lacey had left in her apartment, did her mind go back to the conversation she had had with the Chief start to play on her mind?
“Do you have any friends?” Dr. Kate Murphy, Chief Medical Examiner, asked.
“Why?” Megan was confused.
“Get some. You can’t fight everybody, everywhere, all the time, alone.” Kate left, her words of advice hanging in the air.
Normally it didn’t bother Megan when someone told her she needed someone else to bounce back on. She’d normally shrugged it off and moved on, not giving it a second thought, but she couldn’t shrug this off. It wasn’t the advice - she’d had that before. So many people had told her that she needed to have a social life, ‘make friends’. She’d heard it nearly every day since her adolescent years - so why was it different this time? In fact, Megan was sure that it wasn’t the first time that Kate had given her the advice. She turned over the last piece of cake with her fork before eating it. Megan stood, took the paper plate to the recycle can, popped it in and then headed for the en-suite bathroom.
The brunette opened the shower door, started it running and then turned to the mirror. She sighed as she looked at the bags under her eyes that were beginning to form. They were a sure sign that she needed sleep, and soon, but it wouldn’t be that easy. Megan knew that. In fact anyone that knew Megan, even in a small capacity, knew that once she had something on her mind, she would wrestle with it until it was resolved. It was one of the qualities that made her meticulous in her work and got her the results she worked so hard for. Megan reached for the make up remover wipes and opened the packet, quickly running one over her face she found her mind wandering back to the way Kate’s make up had looked earlier that day.
The blonde had perfected the delicate smoky edge to her eye make up. It had been well blended in at the edges, just enough to define those large blue eyes. The foundation and blusher were flawless of course. The lipstick was pale enough to simply finish the look, but with a half shade pinker than what Kate’s own lips must be. Kate’s lips… was it natural for a woman to have lips that were that enchanting? Megan mentally shook herself as she tossed the make up remover wipe into the trash can and began to strip off her clothes. Her mind did crazy things to her when she was tired and emotional. A good hot shower and time to write in her journal, the one she had kept continuously for years, would be all she needed.
As the glass enclosure of the shower encased both Megan and the steadily running stream of water, she allowed herself to lose all sense of time. An after work shower was one of the few places she felt able to switch off. No stresses, no worries. She closed her eyes and let the water wash over her body. Body. Kate’s body. Kate so strategically dressed in that silky white shirt, the gold chain framing the neckline, the top buttons undone and the shirt parting enough to reveal a hint of something more, but remained within decent work clothing guidelines. Those pants that framed the pert buttocks of her boss so very well, well enough that they were barely decent enough to be called legal in Megan’s opinion, never mind professional work attire. The memory of Kate walking so purposefully in those clothes and the sound of her heels hitting the floor steady and sure allowed her mind to drift.
As Megan’s mind had been wandering, her hands had begun a silent exploration of their own. Subconsciously one had moved across her breasts, playing with now pert nipples, and the other between her legs, past the patch of dark curls, the finger and thumb searching out that sensitive nub of nerves that could bring the ultimate release. A part of Megan knew that she shouldn’t be doing what she was, but she couldn’t stop. The mental image of Kate in her mind wouldn’t be shaken and the only thing she could think of, the only way she was sure she could let that image go - was to continue. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, leaning against the glass wall of the shower and bracing herself so she wouldn’t fall; she began to slowly massage her clit with the forefinger and thumb of her right hand in small circular movements, mimicking the action on her left nipple with the other.
It was the image of Kate Murphy that helped Megan bring herself to climax. It was Kate’s name she whispered as she came, the tears rolling down her face from the sheer emotional release that accompanied that orgasm. It hadn’t been the way she’d intended to relieve the stress, but it had worked there was no denying that. It took a few moments for Megan to dare and move, finishing her shower before the water would run cold. As she did so, she shook herself, trying to ignore what had just happened. She washed her hair and her body in record time and pulled herself out of the shower. Time to have a large glass of wine. That would help. A large glass of wine, a quick dinner and then a good night’s sleep.
It was only as she looked at her now fuzzy reflection in the steamy mirror that Megan found herself becoming unsteady, and had to grasp the edge of the vanity. She took a deep breath and tried not to let the overwhelming urge to let gravity drag her down and beat her. The reflection that she saw was more an outline with shading than anything else, condensation blurring her image until it was indiscernible. It no longer resembled the Megan Hunt she was used to seeing in the mirror. And it seemed to go hand in hand with what she had just done.
“What’s happening to you?” She whispered quietly to herself as her legs buckled beneath her and the emotion of the day once again took hold.