he falters ; his heart will always separate.

“then watch where you’re fucking going, man,” michael replied when the other said he didn’t want a problem. he bent down to pick up his folders and papers in one swift move, not wanting to have to get on the floor while the other guy stood there and watched him. “oh no, not mess with you,” he said, putting his hand to his chest as if he were appalled by the accusation. “it’s funny, because that almost sounds like a threat, which is just hilarious coming from someone looking like you. your manicure would chip if you even tried to take a swing at me, princess.” he looked him up and down and smirk, very certain he could easily take him in a fight, but he wasn’t dumb enough to do that on his first day of class, right in the middle of a hallway with a bunch of witnesses. “get out of my way, sausage lips, i have somewhere to be.” he walked away, bumping hard into david’s shoulders as he walked past him.

he followed the doctor and the nurse, feeling somewhat relieved that at least emmett was finally getting looked at. “dr. carey, this is emmett. he’s just turned three.” the doctor seemed calm enough, and it was easing michael’s mind if only a little. “yes, he hit the edge of the bathtub on his way down. there wasn’t much blood, it was a tiny scratch, but he started with nausea a bit later,” he explained. “his head hurts, but i’m not sure if it’s a headache or just from the fall still.” that was the thing with children, they couldn’t exactly explain what they were feeling, or their symptoms or anything, and michael was freaked out. 

dr. carey handed him a gown, and he helped change emmett into it. he tried instructing him not to move, comfort him telling him that it would all be okay but the doctor needed to take a look at him first. then, he went into the next room with dr. carey, nervously biting his fingernails as the man worked the mri machine. “doctors always say not to google symptoms. guess that’s for a reason, huh? now i know it can be bad bad. god, he’s just a baby. i only turned away for half a second.”

“Nice to meet you, Emmett. We’re gonna get you feeling better again. It’s what we’re here for.” Though he was calm and friendly, the man couldn’t help but think this man’s son is dealing with a concussion. It only further confirmed his suspicions that a concussion was the diagnosis when hearing of vomiting after the fall, but also this headache. Going to face the father, Jax nodded his head and added, “We can give him something for the headache. But since you told me about the vomiting, I can almost confirm it’s a concussion. I just need to get these scans in first to be sure.” 

❝—–so, i was thinking i’d maybe just sit this one out.❞ mike newton, though exhausting, made a great LIFE RAFT to cling to when the waters that were lauren and forks’ version of the mean girl clique proved to be too TREACHEROUS to confront, and with him down for the count, she had no intention of braving the storm alone.  beau wasn’t going to abandon her, she knew that, logically she did, but that did little to curb her growing anxiety.  // ( @hefalters. )

 ❝ right. ❞   the response is neither challenging nor dismissive; the blood on her hands was hardly a product of ( SNAPPING ) the way his actions suggested his was, but she didn’t have the audacity to cast any judgments.  she’s seen what happens during these trials,  seen the truth twisted INSIDE OUT just for the sake of crafting a STORY their audience could understand. ( she’s good at it, seeing who they manage to sway. pays attention. is better in action than she is here where she can’t be sure that what she can EMPATHIZE with is what others will deem FORGIVABLE. ) laurel castillo is quick to adapt, quicker than most, & if she’s learned anything, it’s that in his house, they’re only as unforgivable as they were once forgivable, and that’s both a blessing and a curse. outside of it, however, no one was safe from the wolves. not even with annalise, their steadfast guardian who vowed to protect them. ( it’s with a surprising bitterness that she finds herself thinking that mr. wilder’s damning evidence might not be near as damning as the woman they depended on for salvation ! ) when she speaks again, she thinks it generous.       ❝annalise wants you to sound  SYMPATHETIC  to the jury. that means anything is fair game.        she’ll t e a r everything  DOWN  if gives her a chance of maybe winning them all over.      you should prepare yourself, mr. wilder.  ❞

Scottie felt his grin slowly fade as the girl answered him. The man was pretty sure he’d be fine with Annalise on his side. Now all Scottie has to figure out is how she would help him win this case. Though he had no doubt over the Keating crew, the blonde man did feel that tiny part of a percentage in him that feared losing this case. To be in prison would be frightening. It only made the crime he ‘committed’ seem questionable. It was as if now he asked himself if it was really worth it, but each time he asked all he could come back to was that the man he killed was a nightmare for not only him, but his family members. All of those times he had to hold himself back from killing that guy flooded into his mind. Every single fit of rage that consumed this blonde man wasn't enough in his mind. Having murdered this man seemed logical to Scottie though. Death to this man was the only way out of this hell. There was nothing in the world that could change his mind about him doing the right thing despite what others thought. Right now, all Scottie could do is feel thankful for Annalise and Laurel. They’d get him off clean in no time. After living in his thoughts for a moment, a smile stretched on Scottie’s face while nodding his head to show he understood her.