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Angela’s stitching was quick. Effortless. Even with the blood on her fingers, and the blood on his arm, she did not falter in closing his wounds. Easy as breathing. She would have preferred a hospital setting, but perhaps a shady back-alley hotel was the next best thing. Right?

At first her features were stone. Blank and unreadable. Simply a doctor doing her duties. Something done over a hundred times before. Her hands were still as ever. Unfortunately, she paused before cutting the string. Her thoughts, now jumping at the chance to be known, made her choke, and tears were quick to fall before any words could be said.

Angela let her hands fall against her lap in defeat.

“I apologize, Jack.” the surgeon muttered, quickly finishing her needlework. The tears had yet to cease. “It is difficult seeing you like this.” 

Who said “I love you” first?

Axel. Larx would probably never say it unless she was like really drunk or something. 

Who laughs when the other trips?

Larxene always does, Axel sometimes does if he’s feeling particularly daring but he’s not always in the mood to get electrocuted so he tries to keep his mouth shut.

Who pays the bills?

Lol what bills they’re both super irresponsible and never get anything done but I guess Larx would probably be like “hey the power went out again we should probably pay for that huh.”

Which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?

AXEL

Who’s more clumsy?

Also Axel

Who checks their daily horoscope?

... Axel the Leo ho

Who sings louder in the car?

Also Axel and Larx always threatens to throw him out and he knows it’s not a joke so he stops

Who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

Larx probably

Who is more up to date in pop culture?

I feel like also Larx but neither of them really care about it all that much. She’s just on her phone more and sees more stuff.

Who insists on going to see the newest movies?

Axel!

Who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?

.... Axel

Who’s the lighter sleeper?

Larx which is problematic because Axel probably breathes really heavily when he sleeps so she always has to wake up and roll him over and shit

Who believes in ghosts?

I don’t really see either of them believing in ghosts

Who does the grocery shopping?

They go together and fight over which free cheese samples are the best

Who updates their facebook status more often?

Hands were wrapped tight against the man and her face hidden against the leather of Jack’s signature jacket. The sound of the motorcycle was drowned out by own thoughts. The scenery, the sounds, the smells- all of it lost as Angela tried to reason with herself. As she A R G U E D with herself in the depths of her psyche. 

Angela was a fool. Oh, how that thought was becoming uncommon. I am a fool. Perhaps it is time she stopped listening to her emotions and took on R E A S O N. Yet, as her eyes studied the leather of  H I S  jacket, she couldn’t deny the emotions that swept through her entire body. She could not deny her strong feelings for him. “Such a goddamn fool,” Angela whimpered, hugging him tighter. Holding on as though her life had shattered before her eyes. 

The world was splitting apart. Falling beneath her feet and she felt weightless. She felt unsteady and disfigured. Knees buckled and her hands barely caught her body, saving her from an harsh impact to the wooden floor. Even as her palms stung from the fall, it did not hurt as much as the pain in her stomach. It did not hurt as much as the sight of Jack Morrison standing in the middle of her office, looking very much alive.

This was the man she had M O U R N E D. The same man she had grieved over, night after night. Her L O V E R who had his face posted on every TV in the country the night of his death. The man who should have been dead.  He looked as though he didn’t have a scratch on him. As though that explosion in Zurich didn’t do a goddamn thing to him.

Many, many emotions had gone through her body, but she was ghostly still. Body barely stumbling into an upright position to get a closer look at the man she thought dead. Without a word, the medic approached him. Would he vanish if she got too close? Maybe he was nothing more than a hallucination. Yet, nothing happened as her fingers outstretched and touched his cheek. Touched his jawline, his neck, his hair.

This was him. He wasn’t a ghost. Jack was A L I V E in her very hands.