❰ may was a month for hiding. in the closet, under the table, sometimes curled up on one end of a couch. she was waiting for something. someone — cordy, wes, charles. angel. someone to rescue her. show her that even in this new place, she didn't have to be afraid.

but nobody came. nobody came, and she didn't get out much more than grabbing groceries but she did listen to what happened on the phones, and it sounded like things were just gettin' worse. so june, she's decided, is a month for helping. (and maybe a little hiding sometimes, but rome wasn't built in a day, now was it?) and who needs more help than folks at the hospital?

so here she is, dressed in sunny colors (nice and reassuring, y'know?) and shouldering a backpack filled to the brim. and in fact, she's looking for who exactly needs help first when the voice speaks up from just behind her.

she startles around to face him, but don't take it personal, she's just a little jumpy in general. the question ('are you supposed to be there?') gives her pause, because unfortunately, she doesn't for a second consider the possibility that it wasn't aimed at her. ❱

I, well. I guess not, really, not like the nurses or docs. I just thought that-, that maybe I could help out... Somehow.