Cole and Phoebe's House - Della Rosa - Sunday Afternoon

[temptingvisions]

Phoebe lay on the couch where she was wrapped in not one, but two thick comforters. She had gone to work last night, but she had finally succumbed to her emotional meltdown after the attack Friday night... Saturday morning. She called and left a message with Aziraphale explaining that she wouldn't be opening the Tea Leaf today. To be honest, she

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[dr_jwilsonmd]

Coming to the aid of little sisters was what big brothers did. It was in a handbook somewhere.

Now, leaving behind their highly protective angelic lovers to do so really wasn't in the handbook and it had taken quite a bit of finagling to finally come to a compromise. Wilson would go, alone but if when he got there Phoebe seemed to need more than just a band aid and some hot cocoa, Phale would be called.

Even then, there had been promise of wing preenage involved in the finally neogtiation.

But that was his price to pay (okay so wing preenage was a labor of love who was he kidding) but he was there, knocking lightly on the door, a small napsack he kept medical supplies in, clutched in his hand.

"Phoebe? Phoebe are you there? It's James."

[temptingvisions]

Phoebe moved from the couch and made her way to the door. When she heard James' voice she swallowed and then opened the door.

"James, thank you for coming," she said softly as she let him in and then carefully locked the door behind him.

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Wilson stepped on through the door, letting her lock it behind him before he turned to look at her closely.

Exhaling softly, he decided first things first. Setting the bag down by his feet, he turned towards Phoebe and opened his arms, offering her a hug.

[temptingvisions]

Phoebe went to him with tears in her eyes, and hugged him, remembering too late about the wound across her ribs and she tok in a sharp breath. She lay her head against her big brother's chest.

"Thank you," she said softly. "Thank you for coming."