#hallowaypoints2

Sometimes he looked at her and thought, Gosh, I wonder what’s underneath all that anger, all that hard glossy armor ? Maybe there’s just an innocent, wounded little girl in there who wants to come out and play and be loved and get happy. But now he wondered if maybe that little girl was long gone, or if she’d ever been there at all. What was under all that armor, all that anger ? More anger, and more armor. Anger and armor, all the way down ...

"wait, please don’t pick at the —” he elicits a sharp exhale as he moves from one patient to another. “no — i’m not allowed to give you any more pain killers so if you could just —” he’s slowly losing his train of thought with all of the noise. patient complaint here, patient vomiting over there and practically everybody else panicking and screeching through the other side of the emergency room doors. “could you maybe — could hold on a minute?” he gives his current patient a look of reassurance before turning and striding toward the emergency room doors. he takes a deep breath before removing one of the bands of his mask from one ear and practically bursts through the double doors. “will you all PLEASE calm the FUCK down,” his voice booms. it’s loud enough that it almost echoes, despite the amount of people in the waiting area. “i know you’re worried about your friends or your family, but it’s really, really hard for us to try and help them when you’re all SCREAMING at the top of your FUCKING lungs — thank you.”

the truth about lloyd and eliza was that they were actually really good friends and they probably would have never acknowledged each other if it weren’t for maverick. though ever since their breakup, lloyd often found himself siding with the latter. the bitterness was secondhand — he knew maverick would never cheat on his girlfriend, so when eliza accused him of such, he recoiled along with him. what was the use of explaining to someone who wouldn’t listen? now, having been forced to work alongside each other after the storm, avoiding the girl became more and more difficult. so what, with a wake of all things to bring everyone together, maybe it wouldn’t be so uncalled for for them pacify whatever antipathy and be a friend to one another. “eliza,” he says this in a neutral tone. maybe this was a bad idea. “hi —” is all he can muster, until “how are you holding up?” ( @elizawatson​ )

in mourning the death and celebrating the life of a peer, a wake seemed necessary. the whole idea of a dinner in itself? fairly disposable and, in lloyd’s opinion, a waste of food and supplies. the cafeteria was rather quiet, save for a few whispers and short titters of those who might’ve known benjamin. and while the others kept their heads down or aimlessly picked at their food, he loiters near the refreshments table, scanning the area for someone to talk to. it isn’t until he spots a familiar face that he takes two cups of coffee and makes a beeline to where they were sitting. he hesitates for a second before decidedly taking a seat in the empty chair in front of them. “hey,” he greets, placing a cup of coffee in front of her. he takes a sip of his own, ultimately thinking of what to say. don’t ask how she’s doing. he let’s out a short sigh. maybe it’d be best if he simply said nothing at all. at the very least, he’d hoped, his presence would be enough. ( @ofsylvias )