// holy shit, are people near the verse actually doing this ?
I’ve seen people do it outside roleplay and shit, but I’ve never seen someone actually try and do stuff with it in storylines and stuff .
Even if it isn’t that, whoever is engaging in it ? fuck off .
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now, they’re alone . or, as along as they can be here .
“ why did you . . . help me . . . “ making sure to catch her breath between every other statement . tara can’t tell why he chose to help her, even after knowing what she was . it’s bothering her . maybe that explains the
she doesn’t need to pry, and doesn’t want to know . which is why she carefully opened the door again and slipped back towards the unit outside . “ let me know if you need anything . I’ll be around to check on you in a bit, miss tara . “ and closing the door again .
“ it depends on her condition . if it’s just that wound, we can most likely stitch it and she can go home in two days after some fluids, blood and antibiotics . if there’s another injury, it could be longer . “ the nurse can sense some kind of weird stuff going on between them .
person who saw her fumble . who watched as her grace slipped . what is she gonna tell her superiors . . .
from the burnt skin on the outside . a price to pay for losing her target . THEIR target . something she clearly wasn’t happy with .
glassy eyes move to look at avery, expression remaining as cold as it was when she had pointed the gun their way . she can’t believe this is the
from the movements alone . it’s a fair fear, considering what often happens in a place like this . thankfully, Tara’s in good hands .
“ . . . sorry . . . “ mumbled from the mouth of the young patient, right hand slowly drifting to gloss over the injury . it felt crusty, mostly
“ she’s been awake . we gave her a small dose of painkillers to numb whatever pain she might have . “ the nurse stayed by the doorway, closing it ever so gently behind her so the noise of the hospital floor didn’t bother them .
she can tell hospitals aren’t their thing, just
a few tints deeper than the white of that cloth . an IV pole sat at her left, infusing a clear liquid and a red one into two different IV sites . one is further up the arm and one is in the bend of her elbow . uncomfortable as hell, but she’ll manage .
revealing a private room . all white walls with some small paintings of trees and birds along them . possibly to calm critical patients .
Tara’s laid in the bed, her outfit from before sitting on one of the two chairs in that space . dressed in a hospital gown, pale skin
there’s a moment of hesitation from that nurse . she knew there was more to the story . a young girl in a tactical vest and an injury like that, driven in by someone like them . clearly, it’s something she needs to pry into .
. . . but not now .
the door is pushed open,
closed for the moment . the shades are down, so it’s impossible to see in the room currently . no need to make them panic yet, but she also needs information .
we’ll get some labs and a few imaging tests to make sure she didn’t break anything, and we’ll assess the wound fully to make sure it isn’t infected or worsening . do you have any other information that might be important ? “ stopping right in front of that doorway, keeping it
badge against a sensor, eyes scanning the hectic oval-shaped unit . rooms marked from one to twenty-six laid before them, her view focusing on room twelve . that’s where she was .
“ right now, we’re getting her hooked up to fluids and a transfusion of universal blood,
“ thank you for bringing her here . I don’t know what you went through, but I can already tell you helped her a lot . “ honesty from that nurse, brunette locks pulled to the side by a gentle touch . she has to be gentle, for her patients .
leading him back with the tap of a