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⠀⠀“ i don’t——— it’s 𝒽ard for me to cry in front of people, ” admitted with a heavy sigh from the chest, as if she was trying to physically expel the sadness. “ but she was so 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨, and——— i just, 𝑔od … ”
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⠀⠀with emphasis on the 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵; none were immune to the effects of their career, nor the toll that it took on them during moments like these. most grew jaded from the horror, relying on cynicism as a protective barrier.
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durable and almost impenetrable ——— that how any medical worker looked at first sight and yet all of them are people too , with own traumas and feelings … how unpredictable life is and they daily play with it , fight the death but sometimes all the
‹ c͟o͟n͟t͟ . ›
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⠀⠀still, she will allow herself to indulge this moment of respite as much as she can. even if the waves will cast her out again.
palm brushing at her wet cheeks, she tries not to think about pulling her uncomfortable skin off.
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⠀⠀… in her throat, spilling out of her mouth before she even notices that her thoughts have been made audible.
but mel nods, prim and compliant, because she always does. “ yeah——— yes ! you’re right. i’m sorry. ”
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⠀⠀… as a reminder to keep quiet.
it feels 𝒸ompulsive, how words have a way of lurching from between her lips in a steady stream that often leads nowhere at all. the words build pressure in her chest before they erupt …
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⠀⠀another beautiful day of botching interactions with her coworkers——— and she wishes that thought was sarcastic. it really is a gorgeous day, something that she almost goes to comment on, until the raise of her finger serves …
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mel is no good at picking up hints both a blessing and curse depending when it strikes, trinity thinks. today words seem to leave mel’s mouth at the same rate an accidental lean on a keyboard might, quick and persistent.
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⠀⠀“ we can offer you non—opioid pain medication. it is possible that you strained it while you were walking. alternatively, if you want more support, then i could wrap or splint it. but 𝘶𝘮——— no scripts required, fortunately. ”
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⠀⠀at the centre of her complex, she is this: soft tissue swathed around her beating organ, available to prod at from between the slits of her ribcage. sharp things like 𝒽im have a habit of pricking the sensitive parts of herself.
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any street rat worth their salt knows a trip to the ER and a mouthful of bullshit can get them a quick fix —— the risk being minimal depending on state laws and their stance on involuntary rehabilitation. zep has never done this —
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⠀⠀after a moment, she reaches out to lightly press over the skin with sterile blue gloves, checking for muscle tenderness. as she concluded before, nothing atypical. she chews on the inside of her cheek.
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💬: You can also take a look at the clothes I’m donating as well, if you’d like to. There are some sweaters from college that I don’t wear anymore in there.
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⠀⠀the confirmation is a wave of relief as soon as she reads it. the tension in her shoulders relaxes a touch as she leans into her break room seat.
💬: I don’t think that you’re stinky !!! Sorry
💬: And no problem. 🙂
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( the appearance of a text bubble showing up, vanishing, showing back up again as he debates his own reply back and forth. )
📲: i don’t mind coming along. dw about getting me anything though. unless ur saying i’m stinky. 🙁
( he’s touched. a smile on his face that he burrows—