#doecyed

Shift had started for the night crew and they were nearing the end of transitioning from day to not. Some patients still needed some follow up from a few day crew members which was why he was at the main nurses station, looking at the board to keep tabs on where they were at.

@doecyed | HELLO WE BOTH HATE HAPPINESS 

     ❛ – WELL HERE WE ARE. ❜ her breath comes out as a sigh. to think, she had seen this moment so many times before, only to arrive at it now, and still it stole her breath away. hands shook as she moved to brush away gray hairs from an old face. she knew each wrinkle, each crease like it was her own. all those laugh lines, the reminder of times spent together, of the joy they had shared. as her lover had aged, alice’s own face had remained untouched, perfect and unmarred, trapped forever in an image of youthfulness. yet to her eyes, that had seen the wonders of the world, no sight could have been more beautiful. 

         she had never questioned angela’s decision to live out the rest of her human life. even though she had seen– glimpsed at the future they might have had at immortals, she knew what a burden it would be to bear, for angela, who loved her family and friends so dearly. she never made it a matter of having to choose between one or the other. it was for the other woman’s sake that had she had learned how to set aside thoughts of the future for once, so that she could cherish the present. to live in the moment. she fought hard not to show it, but she was afraid now. the years she had been promised, sixty in total, had passed in a blink of an eye. she was afraid of being left alone. she didn’t know what was become of her. how she would endure.

        the last few days had been difficult, her lover’s body was so weak, and alice was once again reminded of how fragile humans could be. her memory was failing her. sometimes she would ask if alice was  her granddaughter, or a niece. other days she would stare distrustfully at her as though she was a stranger, or worse, a monster. sometimes she would rage and scream and beg to be changed and they would both hold each other and cry. but there moments that shined too– moments where alice caught glimpses of the young girl, the eager reporter in high school that she had fallen in love with. 

                                                         it was those moments that hurt the most. 

❛  – N o w YOU’RE so c u t e, I like your STYLE. And I know what you mean when you give me a f l a s h of that SMILE.  ❜

Jack drops down into the chair beside Emma in the staff lounge with a tired exhale, one hand dragging back through his hair while the vending machine hums quietly in the background.

“If one more person comes into this ED after Googling their symptoms,” he mutters, setting his coffee on the table between them, “I’m revoking public access to the internet personally.”

The corner of his mouth twitches faintly despite himself as he glances over at her. His scrub top’s wrinkled from hours on shift, stethoscope hanging loose around his neck while exhaustion settles heavy beneath his eyes.

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Jack doesn’t look up right away, his hands finishing the motion of tucking the blanket around her legs like it actually matters. It’s careful, deliberate. Then her voice lands, and there’s the faintest shift in his expression, something dry, almost amused. “Yeah,” he says, finally glancing up at her, one brow lifting slightly. “And most of them are busy keeping the rest of this place from falling apart.” There’s no edge to it, just matter-of-fact as he steps back enough to check the monitor, eyes flicking over her vitals and processing everything in seconds.

“You always this dramatic with your admissions,” Jack adds after a beat, tone quiet but carrying that same dry undercurrent. His gaze settles on her more directly as he reaches to adjust the IV line out of habit. “You’re not dying,” he says plainly, steady rather than dismissive. “You feel like it, sure. That’s the fever.” A brief shift in his tone, softer this time. “I’ll get you something to bring it down. Any other symptoms I should know about?"

( 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience. 

THEY'RE SAT IN THE EMPTY HALLWAY — the emergency surgery they were a part of under the duress of a young man holding a gun to them and their attending . The cops had shown up and done their job and their patient had lived , but Igraine was slumped in the hallway training her breathing . When Nolan slid down the wall beside her she could barley look over .

She saw the tremor though , caught it out of the corner of her eye , just enough that it made Igraine lift her own hand gently . She made sure Nolan could see it as she laid it overtop her hand , squeezing Nolan's hand in reassurance .

They were alive . They made it . Everyone was going to be okay . Her head touched the wall and she sighed , closing her eyes . She's squeezed her hand again , fully intertwining their fingers . It was so important after something like this to self regulate and feel it . The panic and adrenaline leave your body and it leaves a shaking mess .

❝ You are safe . You are here . You have made it . ❞

Jack barely registers it at first—just another spike in noise in an ED already riding the edge. A raised voice, a scuffle—normal, until it isn’t. Then he hears it. Not words—just the strain, the kind of sound that doesn’t belong in controlled chaos. His head snaps toward the trauma room, and everything else drops away. His bag hits the floor before he even remembers letting go of it.