No, not the best place at all. The unkindness found their niche in roosting upon his still, prone form. Not a raven out of place. And Poe, being the smug leader of the group that he was, found his place hunkered down directly on Fritz’s chest. He intently stared at the man’s face with his beady little eyes.

“He’s not dead,” Aldous snapped at Poe. The moment he entered the infirmary, he saw the peculiar scene. And though he had to stop and question why any of this was happening, he saw that familiar look in the eldest raven’s eyes. “You don’t get to peck his eyeballs out. I’ll give you some from a cadaver I’m working on. Your treat if you behave. Now… get off of him! All of you!”

Dug through my old video files to scrape up my POV from @bluteammedic ‘s :video:

@bluteammedic replied to your post “Let's be honest here though. You aren't strong enough to protect...”

"Believe it or not I am capable of taking care of myself."

She shoved the door open, tray balanced precariously between both hands. A Overwatch hoodie had been donned in place of her usual gear, blue shadowing its gray fabric.

"Hey."

The tray was placed carefully on a table amidst his usual clutter, a pair of mugs removed before Lena joined him at the table.

@bluteammedic replied to your post “Where did you stash my god damn jacket - I KNOW you have it you...”

"Say goodbye to your hat."

“Still breathing. Your shampoo smells fucking delicious, by the way.”

He leaned back, running a pale hand through his own unruly curls, knowing damn well his own hair just smelled like whatever generic brand had been left behind in the supply rooms. And to think, he used to be so fussy about it.

“What about you? You don’t look like you’re firing on all cylinders either.”

“And you just made it creepy.” 

Still, she doesn’t wiggle out from pale arms until he removes, turning on her heels to face the weary medic. Lena took pride in her hair, styling it and washing it almost daily. Now, something about temporal fluidity had that ruined by the end of the hour.