Emails to various

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

To: [Remy]
From: [Lorna]
Subject:

Scott is evil and dumped me in the infirmary. Now Amelia is muttering things like 'overnight stay for observation' and 'physical therapy'. Convince them both that I need to be in San Diego and that a dislocated shoulder is not a reason to bench me. Failing that, share those pain pills.

Crankily yours,
Lorna


To: [Ali]
From: [Lor]
Subject:

Take care of things for me until I can trap Amelia in a jar and stow away on a plane back.

...God, Ali. I feel so useless. Everything is falling to pieces and I can't stop it.

I need to get back to work.

-Lorna


To: [Mom], [Dad]
From: [K]
Subject:

Hey, you two,

I know you saw the news because you called my cell a million times. I'm okay, I promise. A little banged up but none the worse for wear. How are things going there? Anything get bumped or rattled or whatever? If you're going to watch the news, don't listen to them. They don't know what they're talking about.

I love you.
Me


To: [Alex]
From: [Lorna]
Subject:

Yes, there was badness. So far everyone is doing okay. The team pulled off some miracles recently. I know you don't like what we do but...call your brother and best friend, won't you? They did good. They did better than good. They all did.

I hope things are going well for you.


To: [Jared]
From: [Lorna]
Subject:

Please. It's not about me, I just wanted to make sure that he got the information somehow.

-Lorna

Comments

[x-gambit.livejournal.com]

If there's one thing I'm good at, it's breaking out of infirmaries. I'll be over in a couple of hours.

I glad you're alright. I was worried.

--Remy

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

I really am fine. Like I said in my sleepless delirium last night (right before Marius scared the living daylights out of me, btw) I got my shoulder knocked up a bit and something of a concussion but basically I'm just tired. Give me some place to rest for a little bit then get me back to San Diego.

-Lorna