small flashlight from her pocket; she didnโt use it often to conserve the batteries, but she needed to be able to see the wound.
โIs that the only place?โ
She asked, turning the light on with a click.
โAlso, Iโm not a nurse; Iโm a doctor. Thereโs a difference.โ
Emily doesnโt wait for him to allow her to check the place the bullet had knicked him, she raises her eyebrows.
โItโs not about beinโ a baby. . .thereโs no shame in lettinโ people help you. Lord knows, Iโd be dead by now if I hadnโt accepted help from anyone.โ
She pulls a โ
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โ โ โ โคณโ @EMILYTHEDOC
โ โ โ โ โ ๐จou don't need to keep checking on me.
โ โ โ ๐ know itสผs your job to as a nurse nสผ all
โ โ โ but I ainสผt no baby . . .
โ โ โ ๐ can take care of myself. โ โ
โ โ โ ๐lood covered his neck,
โ โ โ bullet nicked him . .
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โSurvival is all I've ever known..โ
ยซโ Daryl Dixon โยป
โก New to character/verse. Veteran writer.
โก Mature themes. 25+
โก Usually descriptive. RPs on TL only.
โก NOT Norman Reedus!
โIt's easier to walk the highway to hell than to climb the stairway to heaven..โ
Emily found herself in the darkest place she could think of, with a cool cloth on her forehead. She's got a migraine. . .
"If you must talk, do it softly."
//Been re-watching The Walking Dead; my muse is getting better!! I'm excited to do more with this account. I'm on mid-season 4 currently. I mean, I'm going to have to skip Hershel's death because that gives me nightmares lol. Anyway, I'm hoping things pick up around here!! ๐
Emily found herself in the darkest place she could think of, with a cool cloth on her forehead. She's got a migraine. . .
"If you must talk, do it softly."
She uncrosses her arms, and puts them on her hips.
"I didn't say you were soft, but you are human. I'm not denying that you're strong, but that doesn't mean you're invincible."
She looks at him, when he swats him away.
"I'm not worrying about anything, I'm worrying about you. There's a difference. Your well-being isn't nothing."
Emily looks at him, and sighs,
"Do you want to get gangrene? I'm sure you're quite fond of that arm?" โ
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โ๐๐๐ โข ๐๐๐๐, โ two things he can live withoutโ โ he swats her hand away, โ making a face of annoyance soon after.
โ โ I said I'm fine, โ stop worrying 'bout nothing. you act like I'm soft n can't survive a small cut. โ โ
Pulling his rolled up sleeves down >>
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She looks at him, he looks flushed and feverish from the looks of him.
"What if I said, bullshit?"
She stands up, and walks over to feel his forehead. She raises an eyebrow.
"You have a fever. You look pale, and I would suspect a common cold. Also that cut on your arm โ
//Sorry Iโve been M.I.A Iโve been working and my Cat got sick. She just died today. I still have 2 more cats and a dog they are good but loosing her hit hard. She was doing better yesterday.
R.I.P Maggie. She was only 2. Please Pray for me, and my family. Thank you.