daniel_marlow: (Getting mad)
It was Danny's first time out since he'd been at Priory and before then he wasn't exactly hitting the town every night. The trip to Robert MacGavillary Memorial Hospital felt strange and by the time they arrived, Danny was just glad to be inside again.

Having arrived early, Danny sat in the waiting room, willing his friends to show up soon. He couldn't get his mind off what he was about to do. He hadn't told any of his friends his plan because he knew they would stop him. It involved getting closer to Greg than he ever hoped to be again, and just the thought of it was weighing on him. He hoped it would work out and he could get the information he needed. Without it, this was all going to be for nothing.
daniel_marlow: (In a room)
"Nooooo!"

Danny had his arm flung over his face and he was hiding in the crook of his elbow from a very bossy Abby. "Daniel Marlow, you need to finish your lunch."

Danny groaned, fairly sure if he ate anything else he was going to throw up. Abby had informed him, however, that he needed to eat more than he had been to put some weight back on. Something about not fucking his heart up more than it already was. In order to do that, considering his stomach had shrunken from disuse, he needed to not give up on his meals after three bites. "You are mean to me!" he accused her, still hiding.

"Yep, I'm a dragon lady. Not literally, in case that worries you. Now eat your damn tater tots before I tell your mother on you."

Behind Abby his friends filed into the room, though Danny didn't entirely hear them. He was still hiding in his arm. "That's a dirty trick, Dr Abby. A dirty, dirty trick."
daniel_marlow: (Listening)
Danny was on his fourth hour of a Britain's Got Talent marathon, and wondering just how long before the urge to die would return with a vengeance. He was still tied down, the staff not trusting him for a second when he said he wasn't going to try to kill himself again. At least he could still work the telly since the remote was within reach, right beside the call button.

Conversations )
Peter hated MRIs, he decided. Technically he had decided this several MRIs ago, but he was rudely reminded every time he slid into the vile machine and it beeped viciously at him. Then he would listen to inane music on his iPod for twenty minutes while he tried to ignore the jackhammer-like sound the machine made as it worked.

Still, it was better than as stereotactic biopsy. God he hoped he didn't have to have another one of those.

When it was all over he jumped up and pulled his own clothes on, discarding the hospital gown in the 'used' bin with gusto. The results would take awhile and all he really wanted to do was drink which wasn't entirely helpful.

Instead of giving in to the delicious amber liquid he really wanted, Peter went in search of someone to talk at. Perhaps he could find one of the Littletons who worked at his hospital, or even one of the residents who felt like a chat. Upon entering the residency ward, Peter spotted Charles Allen and lifted a hand in greeting. "Hello, Charles. You're looking well."
Abby opened the door to the Kemp's house and then she glanced at Peter who was standing beside her, swaying slightly. She had found him before he had finished too much of the bottle, but he still wore a hangdog expression as she took his arm and led him into the house.

Aly Kemp was seated on the sofa just surrounded by children. William, Rasputina and Tommy were playing with blocks at her feet and she was reading Lauren a book while the tiny girl fussed in her arms. She looked up when Abby walked in with her husband, and she clearly recognised the look he was giving her immediately. "Oh goodness. Did you have to drive him home?" she asked, rising to her feet and hefting Lauren onto her hip.

I KNOW SEKRITS )
For a fifteen-year-old with the vocabulary of a forty-year-old, having to re-learn how to walk was one of the most frustrating things in the world.

Ah, therapy )
For a fifteen-year-old with the vocabulary of a forty-year-old, having to re-learn how to walk was one of the most frustrating things in the world.

Ah, therapy )
Peter was hiding from his wife when Abby found him in his office. He Did Not want to have a conversation about having another kid because he didn't want another kid and he knew Aly did. He had no idea how to reconcile that kind of a thing, and so he was avoiding it like a pussy. At least he accepted that that was exactly what he was. He was also in a terrible mood. Hiding was probably a good idea.

Boo U h0r! )
Peter was hiding from his wife when Abby found him in his office. He Did Not want to have a conversation about having another kid because he didn't want another kid and he knew Aly did. He had no idea how to reconcile that kind of a thing, and so he was avoiding it like a pussy. At least he accepted that that was exactly what he was. He was also in a terrible mood. Hiding was probably a good idea.

Boo U h0r! )
Abby had been going over some patient files with the door to her office locked. If she didn't concentrate, she'd never get her work finished and then Peter would kill her when he came back from Russia. Or at the very least, he would give her his displeased look, and Abby didn't like forcing Peter to make that face. It was unnatural.

Whoospie )
Abby had been going over some patient files with the door to her office locked. If she didn't concentrate, she'd never get her work finished and then Peter would kill her when he came back from Russia. Or at the very least, he would give her his displeased look, and Abby didn't like forcing Peter to make that face. It was unnatural.

Whoospie )
It had taken a few days for Abby to work up the courage, but eventually she managed it. She went in to visit Samson Mors. Thankfully, she did not go alone. She was accompanied by Flynn. She had mentioned to her friend that Samson had hit her and she was afraid. Flynn, by now, knew of Abby's past with Aaron, and being a protective soul, he had volunteered to keep her safe. There were few people in her life Abby trusted more to do just that, than Flynn.

Effort )
It had taken a few days for Abby to work up the courage, but eventually she managed it. She went in to visit Samson Mors. Thankfully, she did not go alone. She was accompanied by Flynn. She had mentioned to her friend that Samson had hit her and she was afraid. Flynn, by now, knew of Abby's past with Aaron, and being a protective soul, he had volunteered to keep her safe. There were few people in her life Abby trusted more to do just that, than Flynn.

Effort )
Lavinia and Mad Dog were sprawled on the sofa when Abby burst into their home without knowing first. Not that Lavinia would ever mind the presence of her children, knocking or no, but sometimes it was best to be careful... "My goodness, Abigail. If you had done that fifteen minutes ago, you wouldn't have liked what you saw..."

Betrayal )

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