#requiemshots

"Well, you know, I heard looks can be deceiving."

There's humor in her voice despite the blood trickling around his fingers and down her bicep, despite the hell quickly taking over her hometown. An attempt to ease his nerves, even if it was a lame ass joke. Had the roles been reversed she would have rolled her eyes but when it came to matters of herself, well, no one in the medical field was ever known to be a good patient. There was always someone else who needed saving.

"I'll be okay," Tilting her head to meet his eyes, Alena placed a hand over his as they held her arm and gave a reassuring squeeze. He couldn't be any older than she was, was probably just as scared as she was. Hell, who wouldn't be after seeing people rip each other's throats out? "The bleeding will slow down as my heart steadies."The gentleness in her voice is a stark contrast to the sounds of the undead outside the door, taking a deep breath as she spoke. Finding that it often worked better than telling people to breathe. Removing her hand, she pulled out a small box of steri-strips and set it next to her on the floor before shifting around for something to clean the skin.

"Not as good as stitches but, hell it's like those things can smell blood, right?"Her brows knit together in thought, not fully expecting an answer. "I'll need a hand, but It's like putting on a Band-Aid. Just stick one side then pull."

if Josefina Rojas is entirely honest with herself, she's unsure how she always ends up here. it's not as if she'll find her next meal here or anything like that, but she finds people in places like these aren't as unsettled by her generally. but her husband's drained enough people, as has she, and she's in the practice of cleaning up after her messes. Josefina just doesn't expect to find someone else here at this hour.

“Do you wanna go for breakfast?” (Dad!Leon wanting to make things better ❤️) / @requiem-shots

FROM RED, PUFFY eyes flows a stream of tears. they're practically gasping for air between each sob. “ i just don't know why this keeps happenin'! ” another shaky breath, whole body twitching in tow. “ i really, really like 'im, y'know? i thought i could make things betta', make 'im unda'stand! it's like he don't even respect me! ” which, the person in question, definitely did not. “ why is it always me this shit happens to? i ain't done nothin' t' nobody! ” maybe this was some cosmic punishment for their career choice. the universe's way of telling them to stop once & for all.