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she tilts her head to the side as she looks towards the other woman, brows knitting in concern. samira is the kind of doctor mel has always wanted to be. the kind of doctor she likes to surround herself with. this is, perhaps, one of the best medical environments she has ever stepped foot into. there are more good staff than bad ( if she is honest, it's a rarity in their line of work. perhaps any line of work, really ). ❝ burn out in emergency medicine is...it's very real, ❞ she nods thoughtfully. there is a pause before she turns to face samira more fully. her lips press together, making a face as she considers the words rolling inside her head. she thinks about the reassurances she has needed. she thinks about every kind word, every bit of encouragement she has been offered which she has stored away in her memories. sometimes, she writes them down in a journal to read over on the bad days. it's not numerous, but it's enough.

Something has been bothering him for a while now. A faraway sound, construction or something of that kind. It's unfamiliar, but his brain has yet to catch up to this first hint of warning. There is a sharp light pointing at his face, traffic outside the window, a rush of voices. Nothing to aid against the pounding pain behind his eyes.

Clearly the intake of alcohol last night had gone a bit overboard.

There is an unfamiliar, but at the same time familiar scent in the room. Or perhaps it is a feeling? Did he book a hotel last night? Did he bring someone with him? What the hell did he even do last night?

A soft grunt fell from his lips. Fuck that awful daylight. He rubs at his face, fingers pressing into his eyes in an attempt to soothe the headache.

When he finally opens his eyes, he finds the source of that sharp light. The curtains are half open, the window ajar. ' fucking hell '.

Of course his drunk self would make life a fucking nightmare for his sober self, and so he pushes himself up in preparation to shut the world out, but something stops him.

The person beside him moves in his side-sight, and as Silver casts a glance at his nightly partner, his breath is caught in his throat. A slight panic rises in his chest and he stumbles out of bed. Naked and without his prosthetic.

"Oh shiiiit..."

regardless of its small edge of cruelty , of its bleakness and philosophy , it is as good as ever to hear nicki's voice . lestat knows no other like it , lilting and charming and softly offered even now .

he allows the near corpse to drop , hears what remains of the blood , rich with wine and fear , above the rattle of the bones and heaviness of the muscle ; the man has enough strength to moan , but not to open his eyes . he wonders if that will persuade nicki : they do not look at you , not if you don't let them . not if you're quick about it .

julia knew from the start that this wouldn't be an easy task, asking for everyone to come back together for a little reunion. throughout her documentation it was obvious that there was still some bad blood between the band, most notably her dad and eddie and whatever the fuck had been going on between him and daisy. but out of everyone she hadn't expected uncle graham to be the most firm.

her face fell at the first "no" and then he went on to explain that he was completely devoted to his own kids, he didn't want to stir the pot again. the six was over, that chapter of his life was finished. julia knew that he had always wanted kids, he had doted on her whenever she was in the studio waiting for her dad to finish up whatever he was doing and listening to him and karen recount their story was definitely one of the more awkward moments. still though, this was her uncle. surely she could think of something.

𝗘𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗔  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬.      𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎  should  be  at  the  𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕  of  her  mind.      especially  not  the  ʀᴀᴋᴇ  before  her.  the  one  meant  to  be  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  her  sister            (    𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵  𝘢𝘭𝘭  𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳  𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘴  𝘵𝘰  𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵    )            of  all  the  attempts  to  keep  her  gaze  on  the  𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅;      the  suitors  she  could  acquire  at  the  ₗₐₛₜ  ₘₒₘₑₙₜ  in  order  to  shift  the  younger  sharma’s  focus,    kate  kept  finding  her  eyes  𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍  on  the  𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺.      the  𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫  in  her  side.      𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛  𝑜𝑓  𝘩𝑒𝑟  𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. 

her  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  on  the  dance  floor  was  the  fault  of  edwina.      encouraged  to  pursue  a  𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫  of  her  own    —    only  to  be  dancing  with  the  ꜱᴄᴏᴜʀɢᴇ  of  all  her  plans.            ❝    the  ton  expects  you  to  dance  with  my  sister  the  𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.      not  a  soul  would  have  thought  it  𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫,    ❞            it  would  be  ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ  to  dismiss  the  feeling  ᵈᵉᵉᵖ  in  her  chest.      but  now  she  was  expected  to  dance  with  him  as  if  his  touch  didn’t  ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ.      𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠  𝑎𝑛𝑑  𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠  𝑜𝑛  𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠;    it  felt  𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨.      like  she  was  ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ  ₐ  ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ  just  by  dancing  with  him.           

"shit, do i look that bad?" langdon asks, rubbing at his face. he stares at the redbull dana slided over to him a few minutes ago, willing it to open on its own he's so tired. "i don't want to think about that too hard, tanner caught something from school yesterday so abby and i were taking turns all night last night. i thought i was gonna finally get some shuteye when my stupid alarm went off," he answers. he finally opens the can and takes a swig, praying the caffeine kicks in sooner rather than later.

i miss u more actually @stlispenard