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I DON’T THINK YOU KNOW HOW PAINFUL IT WAS FOR ME TO WRITE THAT OMFG. MY POOR JACKSON AND LEXIE </3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! (I’m UK so technically it’s your b’day here already YAY!) Hope you have a good day doll! 

         the sounds of the wooden door being pushed open the woman, who in many eyes, was lucky to be alive let her tired eyes open. her honest attempt at sleeping proved to be futile, but faking sleep as to doge the looks from other surgeons had proved itself useful. before she could close her eyes once again as to hide in a fake slumber, her eyes caught hold of those of her sister. the unconscious attempt attempt to open her mouth to speak brought the reality of her injuries back to light. jaw wired shut, arm in a cast. all on top of other internal injuries. all of which made her begin to think and wonder how she had even make it out alive. but in this moment, what she wanted, what she wished she could say, was that she was okay. to give her little sister reassurance that she was not going to die. not yet anyways. 

            ‘ lexie, i need you to breathe, and tell me again. but this time … slowly. ’

           it was his first night in SEATTLE and nerves about tomorrow were already s o a r i n g through his veins. he was bringing a child from the middle east over in hopes of giving him a BETTER life. with the day growing closer and closer, nathan riggs thought it would be best to head over to the bar closest to the hospital in hopes of calming his anxiety.            “ is this seat open? ” nathan called as he motioned towards the bare bar stood beside the brunette.