~ 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 ~

~ Forcing the heels of his hands into his eyes, frank lowered his arms with a frustrated breath. Letting his head fall forward to crack against the locker. The slightly dull THROB from it feeling somewhat cathartic.....though did nothing to the itch under his skin.

The shift had somehow felt longer than it actually was.....felt like time had CREPT along at a crawl purely to torment him personally. Okay, maybe he was being a little dramatic. But those last traumas from the highway collision, those had felt purposeful.....there had been so much blood that his brain had STALLED for a brief beat.

But he had survived it without incident. Even saved the patients. A win win despite it all.

~ It felt like the entire ED was staring at him. Like everyone was LOOKING. Watching. NOTICING. They weren't obviously. A sensible, sane, non-paranoid part of himself knew that. Knew that the eyes he felt on him were his own imagination.

A guilty conscious trying to manifest itself.

The weight of his backpack BURNED like a brand against his shoulder as me moved through the ED toward the exit, as if determined to not let him forget just WHY he was feeling that way. But fuck, he had tried so hard NOT to. Tried to ignore the aching hunger insistently s c r a t c h i n g at his insides. He could blame his body's autopilot for the blood bag his hands had slipped inside it....but Frank knew that it was more accurately WEAKNESS. A weakness to not be able to fight off this fucking URGE. This NEED he had no way to explain. Couldn't even explain it to himself.

@drhalepitt said: If a person speaks sign language, but only has one arm, is that a speech impediment or an accent?

' That's like asking if Jack having one leg makes him a pirate....to which the answer is obviously YES. '

Jesse hummed into the coffee Shen had left him. Immediately grimacing when the TOO-SWEET beverage hit his tongue and setting the chilled dunkin cup aside like it had personally offended him. They should really have John do a mandatory glucose test.

Send "Floor Time" to find my muse lying on the floor. | accepting

@sympatheticdominance said: "Floor Time" for Frank

~ Sometimes it helped. Simply laying out on the floor. Sometimes it helped ease the constant gnawing of pain in his back....being able to RELAX against the ground. To slowly work on decompressing the crunched up vertebrae screaming after long hours. Or y'know....sleeping at an angle they didn't approve of.

However it was the RELAXING of the muscles the he was currently stuck on.

This would be a perfect moment to make a self depreciating comment to the empty air about failing step one, but Frank was too zoned on on trying to FORCE his back to relax. Releasing a slow breath, trying to ease his back to relax fully into the floor of Robby's living room, only to SUCK it sharply back in when the muscles SPASMED in protest. Raising his forearm to cover his eyes in frustration before lowing it again. Fuck. Okay, you know how this goes. Little by little.

The sudden appearance of Robby PEERING down at him was testament to how much Frank had been concentrating. Startling slightly. Looking up at the attending from the floor.