#brokenmedic

kiss prompt! - sender kisses receiver's cheek.

She had tried running but the group pursued her like a pack of wolves, and she had no choice but to fight; she didn't want to run anymore. Maybe it was foolish to take on nine people on her own, stupid, but it wouldn't be the first time and she's gotten out of worse predicaments before. She's been at this for over a year... She can do it.

The adrenaline kept her going, even after she was shot in the abdomen by a rifle. She managed to take out most of them through stealth before she slowed down. The street was busy, riddled with vehicles that may have once been stuck in traffic and buildings on either side of the road. Good cover. But eventually she could feel the fatigue setting in, losing too much blood. So she decided to change her tactics. There were only three left anyway.

She shot one of them with an arrow that she coated with her own blood. He would turn, and that gave her the opportunity to jump the last guy while he was busy panicking over his newly infected friend attacking his other buddy. Maybe she should have gone that route from the beginning... Makes it easier for her.

Nonetheless... They were dead — well, save for the two who were now just mindless slaves to the infection. Either way, no longer a problem for her. They wouldn't attack her, in fact they pretty much ignored her existence when she came out of hiding to approach the one with the arrow still sticking out of his shoulder.

She pulled the arrow out, stepping back from the infected man as his body spasmed and his mouth dropped open to let out a long, almost inhuman groan. His arms twitched, reeling up toward his chest and then for a brief second he froze, bloodshot eyes flung their attention down the street. The other runner roaming nearby immediately caught on, and they both roared, a wailing that would send chills down the spine.

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐖 — her prying gaze is reserved solely for a selected few —— the closest ones, rare conquerors of a little more honest affection than the fair-weather smile she puts on for the sake of customers. desi, so lucky for her, is one such case. though she hasn't said much, fred's gaze has been alert and curious, gathering clues scattered around her features — furrowed eyebrows, a slight pout of her lips, tension in the curve of her back. once her work of observing and developing a diagnosis is through, fred turns to the vast array of bottles behind her, pours, mixes, and then finally sets down a tall old fashioned right before desi's eyes. ❝ drink ❞, she commands. ❝ you look like crap. ❞ — @brokenmedic.

Okay, there was a part of her that knew this wasn’t going to funny, but it didn’t matter. It was funny because of the person it had happened with. “I can’t. He’ll kill me.” A story that she was sure was going to become some kind of inside joke for herself and Tim. Sometimes, Lucy didn’t really understand why everyone else didn’t find them funny.

To day she was oblivious about her own feelings was an understatement.

“Ok, ok, so…” Lucy began, leaning forward in her seat and wrapping her hands around the coffee, “we respond to a complaint that this tutoring center has made, they say that someone is just standing at their window every day watching the kids come and go and I’m like…well here we go.” She’d been ready to walk into a creepy situation and a half, they were always the ones that gave her the icks. 

‘Exactly how many cups of coffee did you have this morning?’ She could already tell by his voice that Tim was three hundred percent done with her already and their shift had barely started. Though frankly, Lucy didn’t see why he was complaining, it wasn’t as if he didn’t know her well enough by now. A caffeine binge was entirely on brand for her.

“I’m just going to apologize to you right now…” Lucy began, only to be met with a sigh from her superior officer, “it’s going to be a long day for you…” an exasperated sigh from her once training officer, now partner…though to be very fair to him, an exasperated sigh seemed like an entirely context correct response. ‘Go get the report from the ME.’ Welp. Clearly Mister Grumpy Cop was in a more grumpy than usual mood. Whoever thought that partnering sunshine with grump had been a small genius.

A small roll of her eyes her hand reached out and pushed open the double doors to the medical examiners lab, absolutely unphased by the idea anyone had overheard their bickering. It was simply their thing. There she was though, about one coffee’s worth of sunshine and spark away from a cardiac event that might just land her in here herself. “Hey.” Lucy was already reaching for her notebook and pen, ready to get a day of policing started, though she found herself taken aback by the state of the body, “woah.”