#conngenic

She’s nearly dashing to get to the front of the clinic now, alarm for the entrance way blaring at the welcome of a patient. Thoughts already racing, she hadn’t quite checked the camera yet like she normally would, gaze fixated on the notepad held in one hand as the other pulls the metallic gate open.

     “Any weapons you leave in the bin, no abilities allowed unless it helpS you he-’

Gaze arises when she’s interrupted by a mutter; not of medic, but. . her name. someone who knew her name here, someone who - 

The sight of him has the notepad clattering to the ground, brows rising in a swift shock at just who was standing there, bruised and bloodied and tattered attire at her gate. The last time she saw him, she had tightened a tourniquet at his arm to halt the bleeding where it had - 

     “....curt?”

@conngenic​ sent: "you look better in my clothes than i do."

400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS

“Ha, do I? Sorry,” She gave a small chuckle, tired eyes looking up at the professor. The sweater hung off her much smaller form, but she liked it. It was cozy, and it still had hints of the cologne he had on the other day. It calmed her more than anyone would know.

She looked out the window, the morning light peeking over the skyline of the city. The sleeves of Curt’s sweater rolled up to her elbows as she cooked breakfast. She had been awake for a while, thankful that she didn’t wake Curt or Martha when she got out of bed when it was barely twilight a few hours ago. She couldn’t go back to sleep with the dreams she had, not when they were her real past, reminders of things that happened.

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

                             “ lean against me. ”    it is said more firmly, an order, there is something behidnd it, some care that he wants to suppress . . . worry.    ( PATHETIC )    he grabs curtis pulling the other man with ease, an arm wrapping around his middle to keep him on his feet.    “ i’ll get a new damn shirt. ”    he huffs, and to him intention is clear, the meaning behind it: the shirt is replaceable, you aren’t. 

                            “ jesus, what did you do, curt ? ”

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

     It’s not the first time she’s had her palms coated in someone else’s crimson ichor. Their line of work had this very commonly occur in the field - except, it’s her first loss since she’s started. Back leans against the wall as she slowly sides down it, hands fidgeting as the crimson is still fresh. She had done all she could; they were just. . .too far gone. 

     She doesn’t register at first someone sitting next to her, let alone the camouflage coat that comes to rest on her shoulders. The only moment she registers him there is when he gently grasp her wrist, moving her hands closer to him until she feels the texture of a rag along her hands, the crimson slowly seeming to vanish thanks to it.

@conngenic​​ sent: "if you want to grow, you need to be brave and take risks." - he's having a dad moment :/

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The words come from a war veteran that took risks. One risk was the reason why Day had their power to begin with. They took in a small breath through their nose, hand idly messing with the edges of the paper they put on the table. They were going to dispose of it, truth be told. It was a list they made not too long ago, of roles they wanted to play, when and where auditions were. They were turned down after three, and there were only two more left.

“I know...” They looked back down at the paper, biting the inside of their cheek. The first two, they smiled and waved it off, even if they were sad. They told their parents the first two times maybe the next one I’ll have luck.

They could shapeshift their looks into other people, act their parts. Why couldn’t they act the parts they actually wanted?

smash or pass .

You know I've gotta- smash or pass?

“-I try not to have relations with patients.”

She’ll never admit to how quickly she said the words, gaze shifting away with a slight tinge of crimson on her features. There’s no contract saying she had to tell the truth now, was there? He’s an old love she didn’t think would be kindled back to life after the last time she had saw him, yet here he was