#qw

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[ Alternate LGBTQ+, lesbian, gay, and queer flags under cut! ]

///Intercom Override///

///Do You Want Me To Lock The Door///

QW "... yes please" lifeform is staring at the various monitors while holding the injured's hand

///Closing Door///Sector 1///Medical/// ///Locking Door///

QW "thanks... hey, I have a question for you"

///Ask Away///

QW "Inanis... says you know who the attacker is? i have seen the data, why are you helping me while actively protecting the attacker?"

///I Am Not Allowed To Say///I Do Know Of Someone Who Does Know///

QW "who? i need answers"

///You And Inanis///Should Ask Gabe///Or The Outsiders///

QW "we would have more luck with Gabe... Thanks i guess"

///No Problem///

The injured's breathing shifts, their index finger twitches

lifeforms eyes go wide, and they snap their head to look at the camera QW "YOU SAW THAT RIGHT!"

///QW Please Keep Your Voice Down///And Yes///

lifeforms voice drops lower QW "sorry..." lifeform turns back to the injured QW "Zack... can you hear me?"

///They Most likely can't he-///

the injured's finger twitches again

QW "you were saying.~"

///Coincidence///

QW "bullshit"

///QW You Are A Doctor///Don't Let Your Emotions///Blind You///You Should Stay Professional///

QW "i hate that you are right..." the injured's eyes show motion beneath their eyelids, eyes start to open, before snaping open as they start coughing and panicking due to the tube down their throat The lifeform stands up and quicky get to work doing the regular checks, before slowly taking the tube out of the injured's mouth the Injured's breath is unsteady QW "Shhh it's okay, it's okay... you're okay"

the injured looks through the lifeform, the lifeform gently waves their hand try to catch the injured's attention yet the injured's eyes focus on the lights in the room rather than the lifeform

QW "Zack?"

the injured shows no reaction to their name the lifeform sighs and sits back down, they stare at the injured watching as they stare at the celling

///It's Only Natural///Don't worry///

QW "i know... but doesn't stop it from hurting"

///I'll Be Here If You Need Anything///

QW "it's creepy how alive you sound and act"

QW "hey... how long has he been out... days have been blurring together"

///30 days///

QW "it hasn't even been a month! god i am losing it"

///I Will Keep Audio Open///Call For Me If You Need Anything///

XO Queer Woman

The under-statedness and subtlety of their private love would never be something forgotten between them - and, once public, they would not allow it, under any circumstances, to be misconstrued in any possible form. The couple would never let anything, especially the general public, to rob them of what they had shared for years.

It began with a private Chinese food feast shared alone in his dinky apartment, bustling city noises accompanying the burning fire of the five dollar log he had purchased for their intimate date. He had accomplished a deep clean of his place hours before her arrival, anxiously dusting and Swiffering every surface. His attempts to modify every part of his daily life, everything that made him who he is, deeply upset her.

“I know you’re not this way,” she casually told him over a bowl of shitty noodles, slurping one up quickly, “I’ve seen enough of you to know it. Don’t squash who you are because of me. We’re actors for a living, I can tell when you’re lying to me.”

Sheepish at her recognition of his dishonesty, his face scrunched and heated up, cheeks flushing as his voice went quiet, “I wanted it to be good for you.”

Over his tiny dinner table, one step shy of a TV dinner tray, she took his hand in hers, “You don’t have to try. It’s already good.”

His head dropped between his shoulders, elbows rested on the table, “...So you know I’m messy?”

She snorted as she took a swig of her Coke, “Yes. I’ve seen your mirror at the theatre. I know for a fact your place doesn’t normally look like this. There’s no way.”

He openly laughs at himself, looking back up at her, “Damn. I thought I was fooling you.”

“Everybody knows how messy you are,” she swears, “It’s okay. Next time I come over, though, I want this shit messy.”