Unwell || Casiff
TAGGING: Biff & Casey McIntosh (@caseymcintosh) LOCATION: Tybee Island Memorial Hospital TIME FRAME: July 5; Early Afternoon GENERAL NOTES: The McIntosh siblings deal with the littlest apple’s illness.
The car had barely come to a halt when Biff threw its door wide open.
“Sorry, I—” he could barely voice before his feet hit the pavement. A frantic mess of words flew out of his mouth — apologies over his hastiness and something about ‘proper recompense’ being paid at a later date — while he reached for his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. He was already halfway through the emergency room’s double-doors when he yelled back an unsteady, “Thanks!”
The way from there on was practically second-nature. He had walked these steps enough times before, during the visits with his grandfather, but no amount of repetition could ever make for a sense internal peace. As soon as he reached the waiting area, there was a screech of tile against his soles, alongside a sudden, rushing sensation against his head. His vision had blurred to a point wherein even if he glanced side to side, he would rely on his sharp call to find the rest of his way.
“Casey?”
