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Continued from {here} w. @hcrking

With the plastic container of the bistro’s pre-made salad in one hand, Marie Dufresne used the other to toss her fishtail braid over her shoulder with a small laugh. she didn’t blame Roy for his assumption. Half the time she ran into him she was fresh from a workout, him typically entering the gym around the time she was leaving.

Apartment complex living and all.

“Ah, no it’s not that,” she admitted, giving a small pout to the greens in her hand, “it’s just that I woke up ca-ravvving this one donut from that novelty donut shop on Main Street, right?”

With a sigh, annoyed with herself, she shifted her weight and slapped her palm into her forehead.

“But I overslept by like fifteen minutes, and by the time I got there they were all sold out of them.”

“Whatever it is, officer, Lee probably did it.”

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He had woken up in a room, it smelled like disinfectant and he fought not to vomit. Sitting up slowly, he felt his face- bandages adorned his eyes...why? He wasn’t sure.

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Suddenly the memories came back. The car ride, the laughter, and then...the crash, and the stench of death. The scared feeling in his chest when he had tried to see if she was alright, and her unmoving head flopped back against the seat. He had screamed, and doe into the bottom of the back seat. The window had shattered and glass had run into his face. Blood ran down his face and he cried.

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He pitched forward in the bed, and vomited on the bed, where his legs were, drawing them up past the sheets to curl his arms around them. The smell was putrid, and burnt his nostrils.

A nurse came scrambling in, clicking her tongue and sighing. She called another and together the women got Edward to get up and sit in a chair as they cleaned the bed. The man sat silently, not saying a word. Blond hair fell on his shoulders and it was matted and worn, he had yet to clean it and didn’t want to.

Edward is so freaking boss, he still gets pissed off about being called short, but does it in a calm and collected manner now

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“Oh!” She turned to him, still dressed in her casual clothes from the evening. “You’re awake.. I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” There was a flush on her cheeks barely visible with only the moon creating light in the room. Despite her state, she was still trying to remain quiet and respectful, though she couldn’t resist, however, a slight giggle at his state.

((Psst, give Roy the cat.))

Send “WATCH OUT!” to pull my muse out of DANGER

She wasn’t sure how she’d missed the sound of boys running down the sidewalk before they bumped past her. She also didn’t know how it was that her side step landed her so close to the street before the colonel pulled her back. As a car rushed past her, barely missing thanks to her superior’s quick thinking, she felt her heart jump in her chest.