anything worth anything takes more than a few days, and a long, long night

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After everything, after she comes home bloodied and terrified and exhausted, she does what little she can. Showers, changes, reassures Neil again (and again and again) that she's fine--that they all are, that the unbelievable danger that had come so close to happening was over almost before it had begun. Keeps her phone near her, one ear always listening for the buzz of a text coming through or the chime of her ringtone. When he's discharged and brought home, she goes to Nick's apartment to stay with him, taking turns with Charlie.

It's not a lot, any of it; maybe even less in combination, but it's all she has.

As worn out as she had been--as worn out as she is, still--it's all the worse for Sabrina, she knows. Rosie keeps her distance for a time, letting the other girl recover within the safety and quiet of her own house, but when she hears that she's awake again and more than ready for visitors, she doesn't hesitate. The trip up to the house near the woods takes as long as it always does, and when Salem meets her at the front door, Rosie bends to scratch him behind the ears before following him inside and down the hall.

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[signed_sabrina]

Salem announces Rosie's arrival with a cheerful mewl, and then goes to find a sunny spot in the window. Sabrina herself is once again in her bed, though she's been convinced through some force of parenting, exhaustion, and other arcane means to actually be using it for rest. She'd managed to shower before sleeping and her pale curls, no longer specked with blood, stick out everywhere. Opting for a sleep crop top and shorts, she's half under a blanket, something on TV that features zombies.

"Hi Rosie," she says, her smile bright and warm, even if she still looks a bit worn and wan. "Come here, get in, I'm starting to get bored."

Which is a problem.