#sanctuarymade

@sanctuarymade​ sent: " hey... come on now, don't get all upset and worried. it's not my first time taking a bullet. this is nothing, trust me. "  from charlie

she looks at the woman like she’s absolutely mad. granted, jemma knows exactly where she’s coming from; she knows this is far from the first bullet charlie’s ever taken. but it doesn’t stop the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach or the heaviness weighing on her chest, the mild terror she felt when she saw the blood seeping through charlie’s clothes. immediately, she slipped into worrying, and that’s what’s led to this situation now, being fussed at for her to not fuss.

she knows charlie would be worrying if the situations were reversed.

“i can’t help being worried, charlie. you know that.”     gentle hands reach out, lightly touching the area around the injury as she examines the other woman. she’s incapable of it, really. can’t think of the last time she wasn’t worried about something. and while she has plenty of things to worry about at the moment   ( like having just been shot at, or being chased as a whole, or any of the plethora of things having happened over the past few hours, for starters ),   it’s helpful to have something to focus on rather than a general sense of impending doom.     “let me take a look at it, at least. i am a doctor, you know. could at least make sure you’re… you’re patched up enough until you can be properly looked at.”

fausto looked at his friend and then decided to just come out with it. "look, fine - fine! i admit it! i slept with your older brother. it's like five years ago. i did. i never told you because i didn't want to upset you." he explained and then winced, "but also with your younger sister a year ago. that i didn't tell you because then i really felt like a scumbag." he admitted and winced. "you can punch me if you need to, just avoid the nose?"

@sanctuarymade ;; final destination sentence starters (still accepting) Seth said: "All I owe these people is to live my life to the fullest."

"you SHOT me?!"

so maybe this wasn't the best idea.

"uh....oops?"

she says, trying to play it off like it wasn't intentional. ( okay, it wasn't entirely intentional. he was being kind of an ass. she doesn't do well with confrontation, let's be honest. ) she forces him into the front seat of her truck, grabbing paper towels and whatever else she can find to try and stop the wound from bleeding profusely. it was just a little knick in the shoulder, but the way blood seeped out one could swear it mimicked a headwound.

"to be fair," she says, starting to ramble at this point, a hint of fear swirling around in her belly. this could go bad very quickly if they don't get him some help. "you got in the way of my bullet. and y'know, i did manage to hit the guy on the second try. he's not goin' to put up much of a fight anymore." she says, shifting the rearview mirror to give @sanctuarymade a view of the freshly laid out corpse that's behind their vehicle.

"i mean, seriously. who let that fucker have a gun?"

but alas, when @sanctuarymade comes over, there is a light in her eyes that was not there before. maybe it was due to going a little stir crazy with only having a toddler to talk to ( and vivian wasn't the best conversationalist ), or she was just realizing how much she missed and enjoyed his company. victoria goes in for a hug, thankful the contagious stage of whatever illness she'd managed to acquire, probably thanks to the kids at her daughter's daycare, was mostly over and done with.

wyatt speaks, and the words are music to her ears. "since you missed the concert ,  i thought we could have one of our own." she's glancing up at him with wide set eyes, excitement brimming just beneath the surface.

"y'mean you'd go to that trouble for me?"

she says, releasing him from the bear hug she'd forced him into, taking a step back to allow him further entry into her home.

chewing on a piece of gum, she spits it onto the ground and glances up over at him before pulling a cigarette from a half-crumpled pack in the pocket of her leather jacket. with a careful flick, it's set aflame and she inhales the plume of smoke before blowing it, for the time being, away from his face.

this is her attempt at making nice.

now that they're getting close to the suspect's wherabouts, rebekah is on the edge of her seat, a fire set inside waiting to burst into sporadic flames and use her adrenaline. but he's lecturing her, and that's not something she would willingly pay attention to - that is, until he speaks once more and says.

"follow my instructions for a change."

glancing in his direction, she rolls her eyes and gestures for @sanctuarymade to go first, keeping her gun in her holster ( for the time being, at least. ) and a low profile otherwise. her voice is sarcastic and snippy, but she doesn't fight him.

snatching it from the hanger, she slips it on and does a little twirl in front of her mirror - this is perfect! makeup and hair can now be finished and she slips on a pair of heels that are considerably comfortable for tonight's outing.

at least once a month, she and alex meet up for drinks and share war stories of back in the day for her friend, and more recently for her. no matter how many times the girls meet up, alex always manages to blow her away with a funny anecdote in regards to working in the emergency room.

for that, morgan is rather thankful. but it usually means she's the one who ends up paying for drinks and dinner.

tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear, the blonde shifts off her coat and places it on the chair behind her, sitting down next to @sanctuarymade. there's a bright smile that easily spreads itself across morgan's lips as she flags down the bartender and manages to order herself a drink. just what she needs after a long day.

"how's the practice been, alex? you guys doing alright?"