[ Allison's at work. The electronics shop doesn't see much business, mostly repairs and the occasional buyer, looking for a radio or a television, theirs broken beyond repair. Allison mostly works the register, and helps people find what they need, if they need anything. She doesn't look up right away when the bell signalling the door jingles, but she does when the person starts to speak, doing double take when she not only recognizes the voice, but also the person.
She drops the pen in her hand, almost trips getting off the stool she's sitting on and again as she whips around the counter, eyes wide, horrified. ] Lydia!
[ She grabs her, yanks her into her arms, mind racing. Oh my god. Oh my god. She's freezing and dressed in nothing more than a flimsy hospital gown, but all Allison has on her are the clothes she's wearing and her winter jacket, hung up behind the counter. She can give Lydia the jacket, but she's got to take her home. Make sure she's safe. ]
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She drops the pen in her hand, almost trips getting off the stool she's sitting on and again as she whips around the counter, eyes wide, horrified. ] Lydia!
[ She grabs her, yanks her into her arms, mind racing. Oh my god. Oh my god. She's freezing and dressed in nothing more than a flimsy hospital gown, but all Allison has on her are the clothes she's wearing and her winter jacket, hung up behind the counter. She can give Lydia the jacket, but she's got to take her home. Make sure she's safe. ]