The Citrus Chronicles

I’m Lemon, your local crazed caffeine addict. I'm apologizing now for whatever I post on here.

I write (sometimes) always open to asks!!!

He quickly made his way to the break room to acquire a cover for his coffee cup, where he saw Dana, her back turned as she leaned against the counter. The day shift charge nurse, who had led them all into battle, only to miraculously come out on the other side somewhat unscathed.

Jack stopped just inside the doorway, the smell of coffee and antiseptic mixing in the quiet break room.

Dana stood with her arms crossed, shoulders slightly slumped, not from exhaustion so much as that after kind of weight. The kind that settles when you realize it’s finally over…and now you can feel everything.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just grabbed a lid for his cup, slowly, and placed it on top like he had all the time in the world.

Then, softly:

"Hey."

Or

As if Robbie didn’t literally go out of his way to antagonize her on purpose when she CLEARLY was already at her limit. I’m so tired of ya’ll babying men who deserve to have it handed to them every once in a while.