Ashlyn O'Neil
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"Ashlyn, go home."
Ashlyn glanced up from the paperwork she was filling out and into the concerned gaze of one of the head healers. She had stayed at the hospital long enough, working two round the clock shifts, and taking a nap in the residency rooms in between them. She knew protesting would be futile. As a healer, she needed her sleep to remain attentive. Otherwise it would be a lawsuit waiting to happen. Work had been a useful distraction the past three days she had spent away from Demyx. How is one supposed to act around their... fiance? The word was so foreign to Ashlyn. But she missed him. And she knew it.
After apparating back to her flat, she stripped off the lime green St. Mungo's robes. After changing into a simply, light blue dress, she sat down at her desk. As she scrawled out a letter, her gaze fell on the diamond engagement ring on her finger. She was his. And he was hers. This had to be a dream. In what world would she possibly agree to marry a man who had only been in her life for one night? Okay, that was a lie. Demyx had known her since they were kids. Still, it was so.... odd. "Are you busy tonight?" She scrawled in neat cursive, then sent it off with her owl. Now there was nothing to do except await a response. If she'd even get one.
Ashlyn glanced up from the paperwork she was filling out and into the concerned gaze of one of the head healers. She had stayed at the hospital long enough, working two round the clock shifts, and taking a nap in the residency rooms in between them. She knew protesting would be futile. As a healer, she needed her sleep to remain attentive. Otherwise it would be a lawsuit waiting to happen. Work had been a useful distraction the past three days she had spent away from Demyx. How is one supposed to act around their... fiance? The word was so foreign to Ashlyn. But she missed him. And she knew it.
After apparating back to her flat, she stripped off the lime green St. Mungo's robes. After changing into a simply, light blue dress, she sat down at her desk. As she scrawled out a letter, her gaze fell on the diamond engagement ring on her finger. She was his. And he was hers. This had to be a dream. In what world would she possibly agree to marry a man who had only been in her life for one night? Okay, that was a lie. Demyx had known her since they were kids. Still, it was so.... odd. "Are you busy tonight?" She scrawled in neat cursive, then sent it off with her owl. Now there was nothing to do except await a response. If she'd even get one.