The doctors had given her a very good prognosis, compared to many people she had seen in the time she'd been in the hospital. Her hand still hurt a whole lot and was bandaged, sure, and it limited it's use, but - it could have been a whole lot worse. The small bruises on her were nothing compared to what could have happened, even if she had a big noticeable bruise on her cheek she was a little embarrassed about.
She really only stayed home to recuperate and let herself rest for a little while longer. Andrea had been worried about leaving her home alone for a while that day, but she had reassured her she would be okay. She would. She had Bailey, after all, and the dog seemed to sense she wanted her around a whole lot because she stuck close to her as she went around and did things.
The knock on the door had surprised her a bit. She'd been in the middle of trying to awkwardly make a sandwich with her good hand when it happened. Leaving her half-finished food, she headed over to where her dog was already waiting for her. She smiled down at her before opening it up with the door's chain still on, just to peek out and see who it was first.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, realizing who was standing there. "H-Hold on, okay? I just need to -"
A quick removal of the chain later, she had the door completely open. Why Flavia was there, she had no idea, but she was certainly happy to see her not only there, but completely okay, too.
"Hi," she said, a tiny smile lifting up - it hurt to smile much more than that right then, admittedly. Bailey was already sniffing at her feet, her tail wagging. She tried to wave the dog away, feeling bad about her potentially unwanted attention. "Um, oh, would you like to come in, Flavia?"
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She really only stayed home to recuperate and let herself rest for a little while longer. Andrea had been worried about leaving her home alone for a while that day, but she had reassured her she would be okay. She would. She had Bailey, after all, and the dog seemed to sense she wanted her around a whole lot because she stuck close to her as she went around and did things.
The knock on the door had surprised her a bit. She'd been in the middle of trying to awkwardly make a sandwich with her good hand when it happened. Leaving her half-finished food, she headed over to where her dog was already waiting for her. She smiled down at her before opening it up with the door's chain still on, just to peek out and see who it was first.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, realizing who was standing there. "H-Hold on, okay? I just need to -"
A quick removal of the chain later, she had the door completely open. Why Flavia was there, she had no idea, but she was certainly happy to see her not only there, but completely okay, too.
"Hi," she said, a tiny smile lifting up - it hurt to smile much more than that right then, admittedly. Bailey was already sniffing at her feet, her tail wagging. She tried to wave the dog away, feeling bad about her potentially unwanted attention. "Um, oh, would you like to come in, Flavia?"