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Say You Will - Misty & Hank AU -Cont.

“I— Yeah, I don’t feel good. I jus’ can’t sleep or anything. My stomach hurts real bad, it’s a funny feelin’, like I ain’t ever felt before.” She trailed off, letting the line go silent for a moment. “I was gonna ask if — if you’d come over, but I don’t want you to if you’re too sleepy.” She whispered, pulling the white comforter across her lap and holding it tightly. “It’s real late, I’m sorry.” She apologized again, looking down with her lip tugged between her teeth. 

The slightest hint of a smile edged across his lips, silent for the moment being as he contemplated his response to what she’d had to say. “Would you--- like me to come over? I can, if you--- if you want.” Truth be told, hearing the witch didn’t feel well almost immediately solidified his want to come and see her, even if just to provide support for whatever sick feelings she felt. He couldn’t help it, just felt like if she really needed him there, he’d be there, no question’s asked. “Let me know. I can get dressed and be there in no more than ten, if you... y’know, want me to..” 

"Nah, nah." Hank breathed from the other line, cellphone pressed to his ear as he rubbed tired sleep from his eyes. "I told you, it's always okay to call, baby." A gentle sigh sounds from lips that had previously kept silent, peacefully silent with the faintest hint of liquor on his lips. "What's wrong? You alright? Need anything?" His head lifted to look to the clock, momentarily forgetting she'd just said the time anyways.

I See Fire // Civil War AU

Misty laughed too, running her thumb over the back of his hand as she held it. “It’s good to have someone you can trust.” She offered with a nod. “I don’t know what it is, but there’s somethin’ ‘bout you,” she tried hard to no avail to figure out what it was that made her heart stop and race and her head spin and swirl. “You’re…different, somethin’ special.” She added quietly.

“I assure you, those words I am not. They’re better suiting of you, I feel like. You’re the one whose got that light in their eyes something fierce. If either of us is special, I get the feeling it’s you.” 

Misty blushed, her eyes meeting his as she smirked, “You mean that or are ya just tryin’ ta make me like you? Cause you don’t have to try to do that…” She murmured, a dainty giggle following her sentence.

"Oh, no, see… I know better," He smiled, a side grin that etched itself across scraggly jaw. "You’re much too pretty of a lady to get caught up with someone like me. I wouldn’t… waste your time like that."

"I wouldn’t say it’d be a waste of my time, ya know… If I’m free." She joked, inwardly swooning over his sideways smile. "Stop sayin’ that, ‘someone like you’. I /like/ you. An I ain’t known you enough to like ya for anythin’ except /you/, either." She added, eyebrows furrowing slightly in grave concentration.

"I appreciate that." He smiled. "I like you too. I mean, Hell, what's not to like? Look at that cute little look you've got on your face right now," he pointed out, grin growing to a wild one. "You're adorable."

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Misty laughed too, running her thumb over the back of his hand as she held it. “It’s good to have someone you can trust.” She offered with a nod. “I don’t know what it is, but there’s somethin’ ‘bout you,” she tried hard to no avail to figure out what it was that made her heart stop and race and her head spin and swirl. “You’re…different, somethin’ special.” She added quietly.

“I assure you, those words I am not. They’re better suiting of you, I feel like. You’re the one whose got that light in their eyes something fierce. If either of us is special, I get the feeling it’s you.” 

Misty blushed, her eyes meeting his as she smirked, “You mean that or are ya just tryin’ ta make me like you? Cause you don’t have to try to do that…” She murmured, a dainty giggle following her sentence.

"Oh, no, see... I know better," He smiled, a side grin that etched itself across scraggly jaw. "You're much too pretty of a lady to get caught up with someone like me. I wouldn't... waste your time like that."

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Misty laughed too, running her thumb over the back of his hand as she held it. “It’s good to have someone you can trust.” She offered with a nod. “I don’t know what it is, but there’s somethin’ ‘bout you,” she tried hard to no avail to figure out what it was that made her heart stop and race and her head spin and swirl. “You’re…different, somethin’ special.” She added quietly.

“I assure you, those words I am not. They’re better suiting of you, I feel like. You’re the one whose got that light in their eyes something fierce. If either of us is special, I get the feeling it’s you.” 

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"I’ll find you. The day it’s all over, I swear I will." She did swear, taking his hand on impulse and giving it an assuring squeeze. "People like you . . I live my life for people like you. Some are a little better than others, an’ I think — I think you’re one’a those some." She whispered, bottom lip tugged between her teeth as she realized she was still holding his hand.

He let out a soft laugh at that, genuinely amused by her sentiment, but all the more believing. “Thank you. It’s--- nice to finally believe someone for a change. You hear so much stuff out here, it’s hard to tell how much people really mean. You, you seem like someone I can trust. I admire that.” He realizes he admires a whole lot more about her than just her honesty. It isn’t far fetched, considering everything else she has working in her favor. She’s a pretty woman, he can’t help the way his eyes rake over her gentle features. 

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"Maybe not," she smirked, her words gentle, "but this is my job. I’ll get a break when this one’s over, but as soon as there’s another ill be out here again." She assured, nodding as she tried to swallow the lump that formed in her throat. "But I met you here, so maybe it ain’t all bad." She whispered, smile pulling at her lips as she moved her hand to brush his hair away from his forehead.

“Though I suppose I won’t see you after this war is all over?” He asked, lips tugging to the side in his question as he watched her. “I mean, I don’t see why you’d still associate yourself with people like me, broken and, well--- truthfully damaged from shit like this that they put us through.” 

I See Fire // Civil War AU

Misty’s chest tightened, her eyes widening slightly and her head spinning at his admission. “Oh,” she breathed, finally, eyes casting down to hide the blush that spread all too quickly through her cheeks. “Well, we’ll both be outta here soon enough, though you don’t have to come back an’ I — /do/.” She shrugged, lip tugging down slightly in a tiny frown. “I say I wanna see you. Outta that uniform, no matter how handsome it is, and in some real clothes. Outside of this —- this hell.” She sighed, fearing she’d overstepped her boundaries.

He lost his words when she found hers, blue eyes fixated inquisitively as she spoke of things, spoke of the wore, and spoke of her relation to it. “It’s crazy. I didn’t--- I didn’t want to be anywhere else before today, I had... nowhere else to be, but... you, I don’t know; you make me wish I were anywhere but here, and I’d-- well, I’d want you to be there too. You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve Hell.” He wasn’t sure why his words were as soft as they were, didn’t know why he was being so exceptionally nice to some girl he’d barely known, all he knew was that it only felt right to do so. 

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“ ‘s too long…” She mumbled under her breath, saddened by the idea that this man had endured so much hate and destruction. “This is my first war. I trained till I was 22, an’ as soon as this broke out, I was off.” She nodded, looking at her fingers where they were clasped together, strangely wishing she were holding his instead. 

“I’d take you away from it if I could, y’know...” He breathed, a somewhat quiet admission despite the way his grizzly voice carried through the air. “I know I don’t really know you, but, that doesn’t change it, I don’t think. You’re-- too pure, you don’t belong in all this. This place’ll spoil ever bit that’s left of you, till there is nothing left. It’s a... travesty, y’know?” 

I See Fire // Civil War AU

She nodded, elbows resting on her knees and hands clasped together, “That’s right, Misty Day.” She said softly, a chuckle following. “Thank you,” she mumbled, brushing her free curls behind her ear and looking down in attempt to hide the blush. “How many years you been doin’ this?” She asked a moment later, curious eyes finding his enchanting ones once more.

“Just about two and a half years now,” He informed with some semblance of a nod, or what all he could muster from his current predicament. “What about you? How long you been doing this?”

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"Hank," she repeated, a soft, sideways smile still on her pink lips. "I like it, it’s —handsome, like you." She murmured, sitting down in the chair and scooting it closer to his bedside. In a matter of hours it would be daylight, and she knew that he probably wanted her to shut up and let him rest but she couldn’t stop looking at him and talking to him. She wanted to know who he was, and she wouldn’t stop trying to learn until he told her to do just that.

He smiled wider at the quiet compliment, amused if nothing else by her seemingly honest mutter. “Misty, right? That’s what you told me it was?” He managed, blue eyes fixated but all the more curious. “It’s unique--- like a, uh... rare but beautiful. It fits you.” 

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"I wish I had a baby." She thought out loud as she stood, examining his wound again. "A family of my own to keep me home." She muttered, soaking a cloth in warm water and gently cleaning the dirt from his face. She smiled to herself, shaking her head slightly at the thought. A shaky sigh Escaped her smiling lips, "One day, I suppose." She nodded once, glancing at him. As handsome as he had been when his face was still filthy, he was even more so now. He had a gruffness about him, even so a softness lived in his eyes. The nurse found herself staring at him for more than her fair share of seconds before shaking herself from her daze and moving away to clean the cloth.

Misty felt a tingle in her chest as she maneuvered the dirtied cloth around in the water, wringing it out before draping it across the side of the basin. Her face was burning, a bright shade of red painting all her features; she was certain of it. “I – well, thank you.” She nodded, biting down on her lip as she dried her hands, daring to look back at him. The blonde moved back to his bedside, hearing his offer as soon as she began to undo his bandages. More quickly than she could think, her face burned again. An offer had been made that had the nurse wishing more than ever that this war had never happened. “I would have taken you up on it.” She murmured, cleaning the wound carefully again to prepare it for stitching. “Just a little inappropriate, I mean, I don’t even know your first name and you’re already asking me to dinner?” She joked, a breath of laughter falling past her smile. Carefully beginning with the needle and thread, she knew the pain this would cause. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered every few seconds that he groaned or winced. And she was, she hadn’t ever wanted to hurt anyone, and especially not him. Still she knew she was doing more good than bad. When all the stitches were in place, she ghosted her hand across his fevered skin. “Maybe when this is over, we could do that.” She answered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I See Fire // Civil War AU

"I wish I had a baby." She thought out loud as she stood, examining his wound again. "A family of my own to keep me home." She muttered, soaking a cloth in warm water and gently cleaning the dirt from his face. She smiled to herself, shaking her head slightly at the thought. A shaky sigh Escaped her smiling lips, "One day, I suppose." She nodded once, glancing at him. As handsome as he had been when his face was still filthy, he was even more so now. He had a gruffness about him, even so a softness lived in his eyes. The nurse found herself staring at him for more than her fair share of seconds before shaking herself from her daze and moving away to clean the cloth.

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Soon enough her able hands had finished their work, packing and bandaging the wound neatly. The pain she inflicted was over, and it was time for the dull throbbing and ultimately, the healing, to take over. “My name is Misty, Misty Day.” She smiled sweetly, her hand sliding from his skin. She washed them in the basin nearest the bed, removing any blood that stained them. “The youngest nurse out here.” She added, a raise of her eyebrow punctuating her sentence. Moving back to his bed side, she checked everything one final time. “You’ll be here for a while, so get comfortable.” She informed, a soft smile on her lips as she looked down at him. “It was good to meet you, Lieutenant Foxx. I’ll be here, if there’s anything you need.” She nodded, placing a glass of water within reach of his good side. As the hours passed, she found herself checking on the wounded soldier more often than she normally would have. She made her rounds like normal but something always brought her back to him. Try as she may, she couldn’t figure out what it was. When night fell and everything was quiet for a while, she sat in a chair near to his bed. Dozing in and out of sleep, she dreamt of going home to see her sister and her mama, a baby in her arms and a husband by her side. The war stricken world they lived in long since silenced by peace. She was pulled from her reverie by a hoarse voice. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, Misty stood. “I – yes, sir?” She asked, coming closer to the man whom the voice belonged to’s bedside.

Misty done her best to ease the pain, giving him some more medicine and replacing the old bandages. After making sure that everything felt at least somewhat better, she refilled his glass and began to move back to the chair. The blonde turned it so that it faced him, “I figured since we were both awake,” she began offering an explanation before he’d even asked for one. Leaning back in the chair, she pulled the pins from her hair, allowing blonde curls to fall around her face. She breathed a relieved sigh at the feeling, raking her fingers through it. “That’s so tiring.” She commented, chuckling slightly as she still played with her hair. She watched him watch her, and they were both quiet for a while. It was comfortable with him, for some reason she didn’t know. “What made you want to do this?” She asked, knowing it’d been a choice since no draft was issued for this war. Maybe that was something she had no business asking but she felt a kindred spirit between the two of them, somehow.

The nurse just nodded, knowing what he meant without him having to go into much more detail. It had been nearly the same for her, except she’d always had this healing property about her. All her life she loved to fix things and make them better, and if she could do that for humans who were already giving so much, she was happy. Still, part of her wished that she’d had a husband and a child to keep her back home. Even out in the middle of a war zone she kept the hope that someday, she would. Misty didn’t know what it was, but something made her reach out and place a comforting hand on top of his. “I think that’s still noble. And I think that someone’s going to be real glad you made it out of here.” She spoke in a quiet, soft voice. Her blue eyes were kind, almost always were, but now they held some kind of comfort. The kind that, if she had been the one on that cot, she’d want to see looking down at her. After a while she let her hand slip away from his, returning it to her lap. “Where do you come from?” She asked, tilting her head a little. She was so interested in him, wanted to learn and know about him. It wasn’t always that she got to get to know her patients like this, it was nice.

"New Orleans," He told, eyes slipping over to his now lonesome hand, and for a moment he almost thought he missed her comforting one atop his own. "I’m from Oregon, though. My parents, atleast. They come from Oregon and Virginia." He relayed, inhaling deeply, the somewhat heavy air in the room bearing a little resistance in his lungs. "What about you, where do you come from?"

"Just outside New Orleans, actually." She smirked, her tone never changing. There was a happy ring to her quiet voice, something she hadn’t heard in a while. "My daddy was in the war, and so I thought that I was doing this in memory of him, or somethin’. ." She muttered looking down. "It’s still for me though, I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to." She didn’t know why she felt the need to explain that, but she had. “My mama and my sister still live there, it’s where I’ll go back to, too, I reckon.” She shrugged slightly, looking down at her own hands. The war couldn’t go on much longer, she knew that. It had been long enough, yet the thought of going home felt empty. It was a luxury some wouldn’t have and Misty had the audacity to feel that way. She almost made herself sick.

"All I... have is my dad." He told, feeling the shift in the room, somehow sensing that it wasn't such lighthearted conversation anymore. "My Mom died when I was young. Left me with him. He's a prick, really." He said, the slightest twitch in his jaw, he didn't like to talk about his father. "I had a brother, too. But he ran away... I'd like to think he might've joined the war, too. I don't know, though."