#lastdcys.

       ◝     ⟢     ˖       the box that contained cordelia’s medical supplies had started to look too empty for her liking,  something that both worried and bothered her.   she had started to lack gauze,  some basic meds like paracetamol,  and even band-aids.   it was alarming,  not because the entire community lacked them,  but because she did,  and that meant that urgent care could be in danger  ( not always did she have the time to run to the military to ask for supplies,  and the fact that she sometimes had bothered her to no end ).   so,  in her preoccupation,  she had contacted alex immediately and invited her to meet her in front of her assigned house.   she had prepared a pot of tea,  something they still had the luck to have around,  and when they spotted her,  a rare smile appeared on her face.     “  hey,  you’re here,  great.  ”     her tone wasn’t flat,  per se,  but it wasn’t as excited as she felt,  either.   she dusted her hands on her pants,  cleaning them careful afterward,  and stood to receive her guest.     “  can you guess why are you here ?  ”