#hcathers

To say Kassie was nervous would be an understatement. A freshman being tagged by their mentor to accompany her for early field study (which should give her advantage for future projects) for a month was already a huge thing but to check and speak with one of the patients that was in solitary confinement was another story. Kassie was anxious out of their mind though they knew their mentor wanted the best for them by giving them field assignments and were aware that they would be protected. Still. Glendale was a leery thing with blood and dirt splatters and there were turns that made them want to throw up. As an overachiever though Kassie wanted to impress her and so they said yes. They weren’t about to lie though more dread began to swarm them as they walked closer to their first patient. They had already seen her file but still looked around asking for reassurance especially after peering through the oneway glass. “Um..... Okay. So why is she cuffed?” They asked as they looked to one of the guards who shrugged at them and said. “Extra precaution. You’ll be safe.” That didn’t help at all but it was too late to turn back around. With a deep breath they finally entered the room. Seeing the rumple of dark hair and the patient’s back facing her Kassie gulped deeply. “H-Hi...” They said putting their files down and wanting to appear friendly despite their nerves. “Heather?” They tried out. “I’m Kassandra... I’m here to see how you’re doing. If that’s alright.” Dear god why was she cuffed and bruised? @hcathers​

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New places meant the thief would get messy. It wasn’t like her to break into houses or in this case, some sorta’ deuce and a half building. It was just her luck that she had procured a whiff of something delicious ---like bagels or god knows what, when she passed by this evening and she hadn’t fucking had anything to keep her jostled for her rounds tomorrow. This was unsound and Colt would smack her upside the head if he found out she was going in without an established plan. But she was starving, when someone had lived scarcity in for too long self-control became difficult to preserve which made her dive head first into danger. She didn’t even know what this place was made for or made of. 

Still, using the opening from the wreckage of the blizzard she glided her way inside, finding relief when she noticed there wasn’t anyone around. She was just here for the food. She could pilfer a few bags, then leave. Rummaging through the cabinets, Kara smiled widely when she found her jackpot. Her hand busied itself to take the snacks, losing her alert and becoming clueless to her surroundings.

That was until she felt the wind being knocked out of her. 

Her shirt was yanked back by a leaden force. Within seconds she went from stumbling to reach more cabinets to falling on her ass, marbles spilling with her and her first thought was she was fucked. She had thought no one was around, either her senses were becoming real rusty or this person knew exactly how to be silent. Panic rose within her. What would Colt say? You sloppy piece of shit. “No, no, no. Wait- Wait...” Looking up to address her captor, her eyes widened in recognition. The blonde hair was new, but she could recognise those lethal eyes everywhere. She was so fucked. 

“Heather?” Out of all the people wihin their old band of homeless wayfarers, including her brother, Heather was one of the few who had daunted her to the core. Each of them had been given a role with the purpose of surviving, and the stockpilers had never communicated much with the battlers, the ones who kept them guarded and went out to drill fights for money. It had been years, but she still felt the same rush of intimidation when she looked at her and remember all the times she had seen her soaked in red. Oh, this was her demise. 

Handling a former inpatient client is one thing, getting to work on one who has been trammeled between hospitals for four years and has had one of the most disturbing, complex cases he’s ever chanced upon is a whole different challenge. Granted, Julian has witnessed many improvements throughout their appointments, but when an individual has undergone as much physical pain as she had as a child concern shouldn’t be discounted to avoid a mental turbulence that could impel them back to where the tragedy started. However, he is relieved to hear she’s still willing to resume treatment despite being emotionally taciturn in which he can of course understand. He speculates that in her point of view he’s just a doctor, another one who is there to probe her mind like a helpless guinea pig again.

He presses and sips on his bristling coffee and when the door chimes, he looks up to see her coming in. Miss Alcott is on the tip of his tongue but he corrects himself quickly, remembering that things have changed and she much prefers the surname she’s adopted now. “Mrs. Moon.” He smiles, his professional barrier is up but still approachable. “You’re early today. Please, take a seat.” He gestures, choosing to stand for the time being with his hip against his desk. “How are you feeling? Would you like some coffee?” Julian moves, his fingers splayed over his files. He’s got a few information to share but he thinks starting light would be better.