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Helping Cordy
Feb. 21st, 2006 11:06 pmFred's sitting in the lobby of the medical building, one hand wrapped around the others wrist so tight she'd pretty sure she is going to leave a mark. It's the only sign of worry she'll allow, because she doesn't want to upset Cordy. It isn't good for pregnant woman, for one thing. And it's Cordy, and as far as Fred is concerned that adds up to all the rest.
Wesley is doing a good job of pacing around her though. Behind her. Around the reception's desk if she would let him probally. Fred looks at him now and then, but he is doing a good job of not seeing. They've covered it though, what she is planning on doing. And hopefully how it will help their friend.
Fred knows Dr. Edgmon. His daughter was actually one of her first clients through Focus, courtesy of a small demon pocession thanks and BC fraternity party gone wrong. She'd helped her, but it had actually taken a bit of spellwork, not anything Fred was keen on talking about. Some of the...well, parental consent wasn't always a bad thing. And Chris -- Dr. Edgmon had been thankful. So thankful he was more than willing to take Fred's call, and help Cordy. Aware enough of just what can happen to a girl these days, that he doesn't so much as blink as eye at Fred's request.
Fred sees Cordy coming through the lobby doors, and stands, smiling. In her head, she just repeats the words from the other afternoon.
It's going to be ok.
Wesley is doing a good job of pacing around her though. Behind her. Around the reception's desk if she would let him probally. Fred looks at him now and then, but he is doing a good job of not seeing. They've covered it though, what she is planning on doing. And hopefully how it will help their friend.
Fred knows Dr. Edgmon. His daughter was actually one of her first clients through Focus, courtesy of a small demon pocession thanks and BC fraternity party gone wrong. She'd helped her, but it had actually taken a bit of spellwork, not anything Fred was keen on talking about. Some of the...well, parental consent wasn't always a bad thing. And Chris -- Dr. Edgmon had been thankful. So thankful he was more than willing to take Fred's call, and help Cordy. Aware enough of just what can happen to a girl these days, that he doesn't so much as blink as eye at Fred's request.
Fred sees Cordy coming through the lobby doors, and stands, smiling. In her head, she just repeats the words from the other afternoon.
It's going to be ok.
