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[dr_barstow]

Bonnie was staring down at a magazine, but she had long ago stopped reading it. Her mind was elsewhere -- the words on the page unprocessed. She was feeling marginally better this morning, at least physically. The painkillers seemed to doing their job and she had managed to find a more comfortable position, propped up against a stack of pillows

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[faces_of_change]

Devon hurriedly checked the numbers on the rooms before locating Bonnie’s. The door was propped open so he tentatively poked his head inside. Bonnie was propped up in bed, her right arm in a sling, her face ashen.

He felt horrible that he hadn’t gotten there sooner. She looked so . . . lost.

Steeling himself, he knocked quietly at the door.

[dr_barstow]

Bonnie glanced up to see Devon standing in the doorway. She was unprepared for the sense of relief that flooded over her and threatened to drown her in emotion. It was so nice to finally see a familiar face.

“Hi,” she said, swallowing her emotions and trying like hell to sound as normal as possible.

[faces_of_change]

“I’m so sorry. I came as soon as I heard,” he said, quickly leaving his post at the doorway. He tried to determine if there was a way to give her a hug without hurting her. He decided that the best course of action would be to rest his head on gently on hers.

[dr_barstow]

At least someone did, she thought bitterly. She wrapped her good hand around him to complete the hug as much as she could. It sent a spike of pain screaming through her shoulder, but right now she didn’t care. She had realized just how badly she had needed a hug.