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usfw???? only at mcdonalds

INTIMACY PROMPTS ft. john price

he's awakened by his own punched out oof of breath as a heavy body settles into his lap. for a brief moment, it's a flare of fight or flight - john hates to be caught unaware, especially when it rouses him from sleep. but he's in his own home, and he recognizes the smell of jack's shampoo enough to relax a little.

he'd sat down on the couch intending for only a moment's rest after dragging himself through the door. things needed doing: john needed to shower, eat, and sleep, in some semblance of that order. but exhaustion had settled into his bones the moment he stopped moving and now, here he is.

abby  rushes  through  the  sliding  doors  to  the  trauma  bay,  staying  alongside  the  gourney  carrying  her  son,  tanner.  the  scene  before  her  is  familiar  but  also  foreign  at  the  same  time.  some  remodeling  has  been  done  to  the  er  since  she  retired,  yet  she  clearly  recognizes  nearly  all  the  same  faces.  one  of  them,  dr  jack  abbot,  is  who  she  picks  out  of  the  room  to  approach  while  her  gaze  subtly  searches  for  her  husband.  ❝   doctor  abbot,     ❞  she  begins,  a  faint  smile  forming  across  her  messily  glossed  lips  as  she  greets  him.

@gobagx … chaotic prompts.

what a night to pick up the 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓 . not that conrad would have been sleeping on a night like this anyways ‒ have to be ready to answer the call , so to speak .

and thunder keeps him awake ... so there's that .

“  misery loves company ,  ”  sort of loses some weight when he says it with a grin that deepens at the sight of outstretched fist . who is he to deny a 𝗙𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗠𝗣 ?  

a glance over his shoulder towards the room in question , less expecting to see anything , more just out of habit .  “  pissed his career as a 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙈 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙎𝙀𝙍 is over before it started , but he'll live . least until his auto insurance gets a hold of him .  ”