#makebrave

Samira's lips press together. She's tempted to laugh; there's no reason to hold back.

In public, at a park of all places, Samira doesn't have patient satisfaction scores or a lurking admin to worry about. Not that Samira's one to disregard the patient experience.

The point is, she's in public on her day off. There's nothing and no one connecting her to the hospital. She can act how she pleases, and the habit to please, to smile politely and nod along isn't one she's quite broken free of yet.

"It's an excellent likeness."

a canon one-liner from Lucille, for Lucinda @makebrave

⁀  ✉︎  ⸜  𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡  .ᐟ   (   @makebrave   )        | | |   ⤷   i'm  not  sure  i  should  say  anything  at  all.   murderbot  !

𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧  𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝,  mid-sip  of  his  lukewarm  coffee  and  leaned  in.  ❝  oh,  please  do.  ❞  he  set  the  mug  down  with  a  dramatic  flourish  that  sent  three  papers  and  a  suspiciously  looking  ancient  coin  skittering  off  the  table.  ❝  cryptic  hesitation  is  practically  an  invitation.  ❞

eurydice had wondered,  her first days back in hadestown,  when she would begin to forget again.   it happened so quickly the first time,  in what felt like a blink of an eye.   but although she struggles to recall the smell after a rainstorm or the feeling of wind whipping through her hair,  her name does not leave her.   nor do memories of soft music,  plucked expertly on a lyre,  as they sat together on the edge of a field.   the easy smile he gave her before he sang.   her orpheus,  caught between gods and men.

it’s the closest the pitt gets to a slow day,  and so daniel’s taken the opportunity to park himself in the break room.   his lunch is mostly untouched,  psychology textbook open to the section on theories of personality.   the MCAT is coming up.   he’s been taking every spare moment to study.   (  even with john’s pointed reminders to not overwork himself.   they’re in the goddamn medical field.   it kind of comes with the territory.  )   

daniel looks up at the sound of the door opening,  expecting to see robby or dana.   instead it’s cassie.   ' hey. '   he sits up a little straighter,  glancing over her shoulder. it still looks pretty calm out there. but looks can be deceiving.   ' you need me for something? '