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Days had passed since Roxy had been hit by the blast and told to stay away from field missions by Dr. Glass. Her leg was making improvements, the stitches nearly ready to be removed and the pain decreasing each day. The girl was fairly certain that she could walk around the high school without the support of her crutches by now, but Anne insisted that she kept using them, at least until there wasn't the possibility of the stitches coming off accidentally.
The brunette spent an ungodly ammount of time drawing in the blank pages of her notebook, focusing on the people she knew and had come to care for. There were sketches of Maggie, Hal, Matt, Simms, and even of Lourdes Delgado and Dr. Glass. She'd done a lot of observation, while being benched, and she now believed she knew what most of these people's facial expressions meant, which would undoubtedly be useful in the future, if the group remained together.
Roxy had also taken the chance to properly talk to people who genuinely interested her and find her place in the Second Mass. She'd spent a few hours of her days keeping Simms company while he was on watch, usually on the roof, and they'd speak about their lives prior to the invasion and lighthearted topics that almost allowed her to forget what they were going through. Maggie always seemed to need company after returning from her own missions, with exhaustion written all over her features and complaints about how Weaver didn't trust her leaving her lips. Roxy ate most of her meals with the blonde, so she didn't have to sit all by herself, and silence was a common ocorrence between them, but neither of them really minded. Another way to pass the time was going to where Dr. Glass had set up her medical equipment and helping out in whatever way she could, mostly consisting on keeping track of their supplies and watching as Dr. Glass and Dr. Harris debated the best way to deal with the Skitter Tom Mason had captured on the same day she had gotten hurt.
Needless to say that the brunette wished that her wound would heal already, so that she could join her team on field missions once more. Sitting around and twiddling her thumbs as she waited for any sort of news was getting tiring, and the days blended together like they were all the same. Earlier that day, Hal had told her that the remaining members of the team were heading towards Somerville to retrieve some more motorcycles for the group, and the mention of her hometown had made Roxy grow quiet for a few seconds. She'd wished the younger boy good luck before retreating back to her room, where she had allowed memories of her family to take over her head, and had ended up crying herself to sleep. Now, awake and feeling somewhat numb, she had no idea of what to do with the rest of her day.
Still deep in thought, Roxy didn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching her room, only snapping back to reality when the door creaked open and Maggie's figure appeared in the doorway. The older woman gave her a glance, her eyebrows furrowed as she took in the sight of the brunette sitting in the dark, her expression showing nothing but grief. A few seconds passed before she flicked on the ceiling lights, placing her rifle against a nearby cabinet and walking further into the room.
