Sammy was reluctantly holding down a desk and handling paperwork. It was all she was medically cleared to do, and she wasn't going back to her apartment. Her plant was probably dead by now. The guilt would be more than she could handle.
So she drank coffee, worked on her personal files, and hated every stationary second. She wanted to be out doing /something/ productive.
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