Blame the med shortage. Besides, Astrid knows where Walter kept The Good Stuff.
And speaking of Astrid, she walks in the door, now, a smile crossing her face when she sees her friend pretty much ready to leave this place. Good. Hospitals are depressing.
"At least they're efficient with discharge," she says, her grin becoming a rueful half-smile. She secures the lid onto the muffin tray, then pushes the door open. "Sorry, it's gonna be a bit of a hike to my car."
Oh, Astrid's car, the tiny little VW she'd 'rescued' from a Loyalist who clearly didn't need it any more....
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And speaking of Astrid, she walks in the door, now, a smile crossing her face when she sees her friend pretty much ready to leave this place. Good. Hospitals are depressing.
"At least they're efficient with discharge," she says, her grin becoming a rueful half-smile. She secures the lid onto the muffin tray, then pushes the door open. "Sorry, it's gonna be a bit of a hike to my car."
Oh, Astrid's car, the tiny little VW she'd 'rescued' from a Loyalist who clearly didn't need it any more....