school medic / radley doc

an eyebrow piqued as she recognized the individual– she had seen him around school. hell, he had been the one to bandage her up from time to time (she had this bad habit of punching lockers– the thing that led her there today). shifting in her spot she focused on the ground, suddenly a tad nervous. “I just need something looked at,” she started, cradling her hurt hand. it hadn’t stopped hurting since the dance; usually if it was just a bruise it would have felt better by now. “kinda.. punched a locker.” she paused. “again.”

              Quiet days like today felt dreading to Wren & people seemed not to want out these days ( who could blame them ? ) feeling tired and restless got the worst of him sometimes, today he was actually feeling confident about work. He saw the pixie haired girl in his room and smiled lightly, a little amusement ( a little concern )  ❛ Again ? ❜ he offered a frown upon his forehead. ❛ Is there a trend I’m missing out on ? ❜ a careful ask while he took the gloves on. Motioning for her to sit  down he shook his head at himself. ❛ I’ll have a look. Care to tell my why you did it ? ❜ he figured a no would follow but what was the harm in asking. 

   archie froze once there was a man in front of him, chewing on his lip as he still walked further into the room regardless. he always liked coming into this doctor specifically because he had for years, so to see someone else was more than a surprise. “no, it’s fine. i–i just had a check up for my hand, that’s all.” archie smiled, despite the perplexed look on his face. he knew he recognised this guy from somewhere, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. though to be fair, the majority of the time he was with doctors, he was usually completely out of it. the majority of the time was for horrible accidents  or he’d be dosed up on medication before even meeting the doctor. “will you just take a quick look?? it was bruised badly. now it’s going down, the colour is fading.. i just want advice on when to get back into football and all that.”

           By this time of his career, wren might have patched up more jocks than anyone else ( sometimes radley was a welcome change ) when he looked in the door Wren saw someone from school, another footballer ( a sport he wouldn’t understand ) & in his head, football was an entirely different sport ( insult to call it soccer ) ❛ I can have a look. ❜ he offered, nodding his head. ❛ How long didn’t you play ? ❜ routine, he might have to start slow. Wren moved to have a look at it. 

No matter how many times Emma insisted she was fine, her mother still strong-armed her into visiting the doctor’s. They were small headaches, is all, nothing close to real, debilitating pain. Nothing like the old migraines she used to get. But still, when Maggie Duval was worried, there was no way to go against her. So here Emma was, opening the door, but confused when she didn’t recognize the man in front of her. Maybe the hair was a little familiar, and that voice, but Emma couldn’t figure it out. “Oh, I’m just here to soothe my mom. It’s nothing, really, I don’t want to take up your time.”

       ❛ Well, you’re here now. ❜ Wren took a step. He recognized her from school but didn’t know her name. ❛ Might as well just kill the time to make it believable. & it’s a slow day anyway. ❜ if someone didn’t want to be examined then so it would be. ( after all Wren hadn’t had a stick up his ass ) ❛ I’m Wren. ❜ he offered, trying to make her at least talk, maybe he could help after all. It was usually this time when a boyish but charming smile flew across his lips.❛ What did you do to make your mother all worried ? ❜

          The sound of his laugh, so familiar, provides warmth but only briefly, for then it is doused out & feels like ice cold water instead. She shouldn’t find comfort in his laugh, in his voice, in him. He had been Melissa’s fiancé — & she should feel nothing but guilt. ❛ It’s true. ❜ From the very start, his timing had been off ; He’d met the eldest Hastings, had been engaged to her, & then he’d found Spencer. Eyes shut. ❛ Maybe I’m the one who should be alarmed. ❜ She should, just like she should only feel guilt. She appreciates him trying to follow her lead, to keep things light because she can’t take much more of anything. Not tonight. Except he then follows it with kindness, & when her eyes open, gaze sharpening to his, she sees true concern. Funny how when faced with adversity, Spencer Hastings found STRENGTH but in front of real kindness, genuine worry, her knees felt weak ( the way she did. ) She looks away because it’s easier. ❛ I don’t know what I need. ❜ Or want. She’s seen awful things tonight, & she’s trying so hard to keep it together & he’s almost effortlessly tearing down her careful composure. ❛ Did you — were you also drugged? ❜ Are you okay?

          ❛ I apologize if this makes you feel discomforted. ❜ Wren was sorry, he’d definitely done the wrong thing. ( he’d met the wrong sister first ) ; but clearly he had acted wrong, too impulsive, too curious about what could happen when they kissed. // how it would feel // Wren had made a mess & he wanted to make it up, to her & the rest of the Hastings, ( he was scared of Mr Hastings ) He knew they could hunt him down the main road with pitchforks. ❛ I can’t help but notice you have been avoiding me. ❜ Cut right to the chase, no sweet talk, no distance from his side, only one step further to her. ❛ I understand why. ❜ he couldn’t help but add. ( he could picture how her family felt about it ) It wasn’t her fault. He notice. She barely, looked at him & it bothered him, while his eyes been on her the whole time. ❛ Do you want me to help figure that out ? ❜ an attempt at trying to make her feel more comfortable & a weak one. When the male looked at Spencer, he needed to know she was okay & if she wasn’t, he would want her to get there. ( lot of her problems were his fault ) ❛ No. ❜ a shake of his head, his gaze still on her, not stern, soft. ❛ I’ve just been called in to help out. ❜ & he had dropped everything to come.

         Mostly confused was the look on Wren’s face when he saw the unknown number. ( it was nothing ) The message didn’t exactly scare him though. He hit the delete button. ( this was a joke )