Room 406, Sunday Morning

[izzyalienqueen]

When Parker came knocking, Isabel hadn't hesitated to join the rescue. She'd briefly debated waking Greg and letting him know where she was going, but she had a feeling he wouldn't like the idea of her going out when she was injured herself. Instead she wrote a quick note, Jack's in trouble. I'm going to help get him back. Back soon. Isabel, and hoped like hell she'd be back before he woke up to read it.

Of course confronting older versions of your friend and then coming back to the dorms and getting explanations meant that it was much later then Isabel would have liked when she returned to her room. The sun was up, she could only hope Greg wasn't.

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"It's not my job?" Greg asked, stung. "No, and maybe I'm too weak to do it all that effectively, but it's what I need to do. I don't know how to not care enough that I can just be okay with you putting yourself in danger. But you know what? Fine. It's not my job."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I should probably go, then."

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"That's not," Isabel started to say, but then stopped, aware that they were talking in circles. Defeated, she sat down on the side of the bed. "You probably should."

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Greg nodded, and without looking at her, let himself out.

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Isabel sighed sadly and stretched out on the bed.