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estdeus_innobis(Late Evening, Wednesday November 25th)
(The Follow Me Boy)
Tuesday was a waste. Went back to my apartment and fell into an exhausted, heartsick sleep that lasted most of the day. Spent my waking hours in a melancholy funk, just lying in bed and staring out the window as the day turned to night. Didn't even feel like eating or drinking. Just replayed every memory I had of Wanda and I in my head. All the bad and all the wonderful. I did that until I drifted off again.
Today I woke up, showered, and got back to my life. Still felt heart-broken and slightly hollow, but if I hope to make good on my promise to Wanda, I'll have to work at it. And I did. One day off and I managed to accumulate a line of patients at the office and a few house calls. At least most of them were legitimate. A broken arm that needed to be reset, a child with impacted baby teeth that needed to be extracted, and a bronchial infection heading toward pneumonia, to name a few.
By the end of my long day... I found that I felt a little better. Progress. Baby steps to be sure... but progress none the less.
Realizing that I haven't seen Miao in about a week, I quickly clean up, pull my hair back into a ponytail, and head over to The 'Boy. I need to let her know what happened between Wanda and I, and I would like to ask her to keep an eye on her. I know they have step up weekly dinner dates, and I am hoping Wanda doesn't cancel them. I hate to admit it, but I am slightly perturbed by how calmly Wanda took everything. That is not like her at all...
It's late enough, and I am hoping that Miao is not entertaining a client as I ascend the steps and ring the buzzer.
(Open to Miao)
(Closed)
(The Follow Me Boy)
Tuesday was a waste. Went back to my apartment and fell into an exhausted, heartsick sleep that lasted most of the day. Spent my waking hours in a melancholy funk, just lying in bed and staring out the window as the day turned to night. Didn't even feel like eating or drinking. Just replayed every memory I had of Wanda and I in my head. All the bad and all the wonderful. I did that until I drifted off again.
Today I woke up, showered, and got back to my life. Still felt heart-broken and slightly hollow, but if I hope to make good on my promise to Wanda, I'll have to work at it. And I did. One day off and I managed to accumulate a line of patients at the office and a few house calls. At least most of them were legitimate. A broken arm that needed to be reset, a child with impacted baby teeth that needed to be extracted, and a bronchial infection heading toward pneumonia, to name a few.
By the end of my long day... I found that I felt a little better. Progress. Baby steps to be sure... but progress none the less.
Realizing that I haven't seen Miao in about a week, I quickly clean up, pull my hair back into a ponytail, and head over to The 'Boy. I need to let her know what happened between Wanda and I, and I would like to ask her to keep an eye on her. I know they have step up weekly dinner dates, and I am hoping Wanda doesn't cancel them. I hate to admit it, but I am slightly perturbed by how calmly Wanda took everything. That is not like her at all...
It's late enough, and I am hoping that Miao is not entertaining a client as I ascend the steps and ring the buzzer.
(Closed)
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