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“You really have. You really lost it.” The older female sighed as she concentrated on stitching up the other, hands moving carefully to not cause any more injury to the limb. “I get it. Your job is dangerous but please, be careful next time.” She frowned as she continued to stitch up, keeping her gaze fixated on the female’s arm. Once she was done, she took her gloves off before tossing them in the bin, a small smile forming on her lips. “Your arm will be fine. Come back in a few days to get it checked out. Do you want me to prescribe any pain medication?”

there’s something about doctors that unnerves jisoo.  perhaps it’s the methodical way they deal with death, or the oddly calm look in their eyes at the sight of carnage.  a certain amount of desensitizing must inevitably come with the job- without it, they wouldn’t be able to operate efficiently.  but it doesn’t stop her from approaching them with a wary eye; for someone with such a childish temperament, they’re to be avoided at all costs.

but amelia is different.  seated on the bottom bunk, she’s watching as the older of the two delicately strips off her scrubs in favor of regular clothing.  it’s almost mesmerizing-- the warm glow of the light on the table softens the shadows on her face.  makes her look more youthful and less exhausted.  (there’s something about the look in her eyes that speaks of experience beyond her years, phantom ghosts of her past that she’s yet to divulge.  but jisoo is patient.) somewhere in the crevice of her smile speaks of warmth, and jisoo finds herself at ease.  

“And how long have you had this headache?” She asked, a brow quirking up as she tapped her pen against the table, her leg crossed over the other. “Having a headache this long is a bad sign, you know. If you still have any more headaches tomorrow or if it gets worse before that, go to the hospital, please.” A sigh followed her words as her shoulders dropped a little, lips pursed together. “I wouldn’t want you to drop dead somewhere.”

“What’s your problem?” Amelia scoffed at her colleague while narrowing her eyes at him briefly before focusing on the paperwork in front of her again. She wasn’t technically seeing anyone; hell, she hadn’t been on a proper date in years. The person she was talking to was just a friend; a male friend whom she had no intentions of dating anyway. “I was just talking to him. Is that prohibited now?” She added, quirking a brow up before crossing her arms over her chest, leaning against the nurse’s station. Though soon enough, a smirk formed on her lips as she tipped her head slightly, fingers brushing through her dark locks. “Why are you so worked up anyway? Anything you want to share?”

Hurt Meme

“I think...Hm, actually, I’m not really sure,” Sehun says absentmindedly as the blood floods the lobby from within the screen. Of course, unanswered questions are typical of a film, such a film being The Shining. There’s blood everywhere, overwhelming the elevators and the hallways like a tsunami. It doesn’t bother Sehun too much, but he decides to glance over at the other, just to make sure they haven’t gone sick. In comparison to other horror films, this one admittedly pales a bit in terms of gore. It’s a classic, with emphasis on strong characters and eerie ambiance. 

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SEND ME ONE “DEAR—” ( no longer accepting )

Dear Amelia, 

I would read stories of Greek goddesses, both beautiful and ruthless, when I was younger. To me, they were far more frightening than any monster in all the realms. Their love could destroy cities, leave only ashes in their wake. Even their male counterparts, the gods, stood no chance against one. I was enamoured by the concept of these females, but until I met you I had no idea they still remained on this earth. 

You are a mountain. Howling winds cannot break you. I have known you not for long but when I see you i’m met with a Déjà vu; aren’t you one of those immortal creatures? You hurt, you breathe, you love but you’re unlike any other human I have met. You are made of graphene — the strongest material known to man — or perhaps that is all I can compare you to? Perhaps what you truly made out of is something so godly my simple mind could never grasp it’s existence completely. 

Even so, please know you can talk to me. Know that even a divine being as yourself may allow themselves the rare pleasure of trusting a plain man, like myself. I cannot offer you much, except a sincere solace and affection. I know mortals are know for their fickle nature (we are forever changing, and that is our only constant) but, perhaps, it was unfair of me to call myself just a human. While you are something more, I am something less. Is this why we were led to meet?

Amelia, my dear friend, I hope I do not burden you with such words. Maybe i’m a sentimental fool, far too absorbed in my own daft thoughts. Please don’t mind it though, i’m just thinking out loud. What I can say clearly is that you’re a strong person with a good heart. It’s rare to come around those sort of people these days. So thank you for being one an exceptional soul. 

Take care of yourself, be good to yourself. You deserve it.

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The older female’s jaw dropped just enough to show her surprise at the question at hand but not too much to make the other feel bad or anything. Of all questions to ask… Amelia pursed her lips tightly in thought, a low hum escaping her lips. “I’m afraid to answer the question or even make an attempt to find out, really. I’m sure you can? I mean, there are videos out there of people popping popcorn with one so it’s a possibility?” Her words were more of a question than an actual statement as she feared to raise the younger female’s hopes up. “Do you want to try it someday?”