ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ

      EDDIE  ?  THAT  name  left  a  bitter  taste  in  his  mouth  -  it  was  almost  like  a  SPARK  ignited  within.  and  to  bring  up  his  MOTHER  …  that  was  the  end  of  the  line  for  the  doctor.        RICHTOFEN  STANDS  before  the  other  ,  a  look  of  grimace  plastered  on  the  mans  features.  perhaps  it  wasn’t  the  best  of  ideas  to  instigate  a  FIGHT  -  the  the  flood  gates  have  already  broken.             ‘  i  am  a  doctor  ,  und  it  is  HERR  DOKTOR  EDWARD  RICHTOFEN  to  you  —–  –  not  gottverdammt  EDDIE.  und  i  demand  the  RESPECT  i  should  be  given.  ‘

      just the tone of his voice alone reminds her all too well of her father-- - strict, oppressive, and worst of all belittling. she can recall arguments time and time again where they butted heads because she ‘ spoke out of place or turn ’ or ‘ spoke of things she could not comprehend as a woman ’. both left a bitter taste on her tongue and allison forces herself to bite back an immediate retort.

      instead, she releases her cradled injury and pushes herself up to her full height, jaw set and hazel eyes peering DOWN at the doctor. with her good hand she reaches out, grasping the front of his clothing where vest and collar meet and lifts ever so slightly, just enough to bring him a smidge closer to her face.

            ‘  vell  ,  you  certainly  do  not  vant  to  die  from  something  as  minuscule  as  sepsis  ,  now  vould  you  ?  ‘       A  BROW  raises  with  contempt  -  brushing  her  hand  away.  the  tone  of  the  other’s  voice  didn’t  quite  sit  well  with  him  ,  but  it’s  not  like  he  could  just  shoo  them  to  the  side.               ‘  und  if  you  are  so  UNGRATEFUL  to  even  accept  my  care  ,  perhaps  dempsey  vould  patch  you  right  up.  maybe  even  zee  BRUTE  nikolai  could  possibly  help.  ‘

      something about the way he so easily belittles her sets her even further on edge, has her riled up and ready to inflict harm upon the other.

      ‘ ungrateful? oh, i’ll show you ungrateful you arrogant piece of--- - ’ as she speaks, she settles hands on either side of herself and attempts to rise, putting pressure on her injured arm.

      allison hisses through her teeth and crumbles once more to the ground, clutching at her own forearm desperately. brows knit together, teeth bared and malice laced within her words.

      NEITHER  OF  the  two  options  seem  pleasantly  appetizing  -  but  being  choosy  isn’t  a  luxury  in  the  apocalypse.  richtofen  takes  a  spot  near  them  ,  taking  the  questionable  corned  beef  (  if  that  what  this  even  was. )  can.  a  look  of  concern  shows  as  he  scrunches  up  his  nose  ,  obviously  off  -  put  by  the  peculiar  meat  shown  on  the  label.              ‘  are  you  saying  mein  free  time  is  being  spent  WISELY  ?  hm  ,  unlike  you  —–  –  i  am  actually  trying  to  save  the  universe  from  utter  annihilation.  ‘

      she would say that she’s surprised, but unfortunately she’s not. her nose scrunches, brows knitting together as the doctor almost stares a hole into the label. just as she’d thought maybe, MAYBE he was tolerable, he goes and fucks the whole thing up. without even hesitating she plucks the questionable item from his hand and replaces it with the beans. problem solved.

  @praesiidiium  said:  “You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

    injuries  prompts  /  accepting  !

             ‘  i  go  through  a lot  EVERYDAY.  ‘       HE  SNAPPED  back  with  a  rapid  response  ,  immediately  regretting  his  decision  to  reply  so  aggressively.  perhaps  they  were  right  …  a  sigh  leaves  his  mouth  ,  wiping  away  the  blood  and  grime  from  his  face.                ‘  i  …  apologize.  food  isn’t  necessarily  a  main  priority  to  me.  which  also  means  i  …  have  none  of.  ‘

      “ ah. glad to see hunger hasn’t changed your usual... upbeat behavior, edward. funny you mention lacking food, because i had a sneaking suspicion that might be the culprit. ”

      the taller woman slouches against the edge of a nearby desk, somehow still standing despite the ruin and degradation surrounding it. she lifts both hands, producing two cans.

       Mya sighed lightly before looking up at Allison. “It’s really nothing, I swear, love. It’s a little sore but it’s not the end of the world.” She sits up then, taking her hand back and glancing at it herself. Honestly it looked to have bruised a little more than the last time she’d look at it. She must have smacked him harder than she realized.

       “I really just fell. I tried to catch myself but my hand, it uh-… It was facing the wrong way I guess,” she forced a light laugh, really trying to sell that it was honestly no big deal.

      there was something about the way she simply brushed it off and deemed it unimportant that didn’t sit quite right with allison, but she supposed that maybe it really was just that; nothing. in all of the highly stressful situations they coped with, there were bound to be menial injuries from simple mistakes.

“ @praesiidiium. /  sc.

           ‘  vould  you  like  somezing  to  bite  on  ?  ‘

@praesiidiium​

       “Hmm? Oh, its nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Mya lets Al hold up her hand, but she doesn’t bother opening her eyes - further driving home that she doesn’t want to talk about the bruising on the back of her hand.

      then  take  the  help.  it  repeated  over  &  over  in  his  head  as  his  gaze  started  wandering  off  into  space.  it’d  be  nice  to  get  help  once  &  awhile  ,  but  this  is  his  problem.  everything  —–  –  all  the  suffering  &  anguish  that’s  befallen  so  many  innocent  souls.  it  does  fall  onto  his  shoulders.               “  all  of  this  —–  –  all  of  the  endless  hells  people  like  you  have  endured  ,  is  mein  fault.  und  it’s  my  job  to  fix  it  ,  even  if  it  seems  futile.  this  weight  —–  –  it  is  too  heavy  for  any  else  to  bear  except  me.  if  i  let  you  guys  help  ,  your  lives  vould  be  much  vorse  off.  “       he  slowly  retracts  his  hand  ,  drawing  a  deep  breath  into  his  chest.  there’s  a  moment  where  richtofen  genuinly  thinks  if  he  should  tell  her.  i  can’t.  the  german  decides  aganist  it  ,  taking  out  a  roll  of  roller  bandages  to  finish  up  patching  al  up.               “  arms  up  ,  zen  you’ll  be  as  good  as  new.  “

      it comes as no surprise when he seems to refuse her offer of help. part of her knew that he’d never be fully honest with any of them, no matter how many times they pleaded and implored with the doctor. it was just how things were going to be.

      ‘ no offense, doc, but i’m already in hell--- - nothing you can say or do is gonna make this worse. everything that’s happened to me is because of my choices. so this whole stubborn, holier-than-thou thing is really not gonna convince me to stop asking or offering to help. i know what it’s like to hold everything on your shoulders and not ask for help-- it’s terrible, and horribly isolating. ’

            “  allison  …  hm.  i  don’t  like  it  ,  al  sounds  better  ,  anyways.  “       it’s  easy  for  him  to  get  clouded  by  his  own  ambitions  ,  that  sometimes  he  forgets  the  others  are  as  stuck  as  him.  that  they  too  want  to  desperately  end  this  hell  he  created.               “  i  know.  ve’re  all  ztuck  in  this  never  -  ending  hell  ,  it’s  hellacious.  und  it’s  tiring  to  deal  vith  this  blasted  kronorium.  nothing  can  ever  be  simple.  “       the  doctor  peels  the  protective  film  from  the  adhesive  pad  to  cover  the  surrounding  wound  with  a  sanitary  bandage.  richtofen  lightly  places  his  hand  over  the  bandage  ,  holding  it  in  place  momentarily  to  stop  the  bleeding.  

      ‘ i know, i prefer al or ally over it. sounds too formal & stuffy for me. only called allison when i’m in trouble. ’

      she sighs softly, shoulders slouching ever so slightly as she leans back just a bit. true, they were stuck here in this cyclical hellscape, whether they liked it or not, and they needed to work together to escape it. though, most times they were too busy to bickering between themselves to even THINK about cooperating.

      ‘ then take the help when we offer it, edward. ’ her voice is surprisingly soft, and she reaches out to set a hand on his shoulder. ‘ i know you think you have to do this alone but... you don’t. so stop trying to be atlas when you’ve got the support to aid you. you’ve got all of us here to help figure things out. ’