Wynter is here

“Good, and right… Eh, I’m sure you’ll be fine. If not, I’ll be here to keep an eye out.” Del shrugged, a grin spreading across her lips, “Of course I do! As your friend, it is my duty to get you drunk.”

Kelsey was having a…sleepy morning to say the least. She ran out of her apartment 10 minutes after she woke up, and she was dragging. Someone had come into the shop around 7am, who had way more energy. “Damn..it’s 7AM.” She said to herself before she attempted to snap herself out of it to help the customer. “What can I get you?

@wynhq

Del: an whole hour??? why haven't you given up yet bloody hell

Del: have you tried threatening him? that might work

Wyn: i'm determined to win

Wyn: do i seem threatening???

Wyn: i've been trying to win this cute little bunny for like an hour now

Wyn: i even tried flirting with the guy but he said I have to actually earn it

Wyn: It's a stuffed animal just give it to me!

“Yikes, you went to the hospital right? Did they put you on any drugs, should you even be drinking?” Del’s eyes narrowed slightly as she questioned the other, clearly concerned for her friend. “What do you are you drinking anyway? Want me to buy the next round?”

“Three weeks is nothing.” Marlee smiled, walking through the door to the emergency room, gesturing for them to sit down on one of the beds. “And the code will still be there whenever you’re done healing. Right now, your priority is to get better.” She waved over one of the doctors to come check out Wyn’s hand. “Three weeks is the maximum amount of healing time for a second degree burn in most cases. It’ll be fine.”

“Usually depends on who’s company, but your company is one I’ll always welcome,” Del gestured to the seat next to her, her eyes instantly going to their bandaged hand. “Shit, Wyn, what happened? Are you alright?” Her eyebrows knit together with worry. 

a sigh escaped her lips as she nursed the glass of whiskey in front of her, swirling it slowly. quite frankly, she was bored out of her mind, but no one had been responding to her text messages, so here she was. alone. at a bar. drinking. 

hearing the stool next to her move, del slowly turned to see who was beside her, arching an eyebrow as they looked back at her. “you just gonna stare at me or what?”

Marlee’s face contorted a little when they said grease fire. She had hurt herself like that multiple times before. She took a look at their hand. It didn’t look too bad, a second-degree burn. “Listen, we will get your hand wrapped, and you should be good within three weeks.” She gave them a nice smile, gesturing towards the emergency room. “Everything will be okay.”

Marlee was working a late shift. She had two moms in labor, but otherwise the shift wasn’t too busy. She walked down the hallway towards the emergency room to check to see if they needed any help down there. She was almost there whenever she saw Wyn. They looked upset, and she instantly ran to see what was wrong. That was when she noticed them holding their hand. She listened, reaching out to grab the injured hand tenderly. “Oh honey, how did this happen? We need to get his burn treated right away.” She reached up with her free hand to wipe away their tears. “Hey, hey. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to get your hand all healed, and then we will get you all good to type.”

This wasn’t the first time Wyn had marched into the hospital due to hurting themselves. It wouldn’t be the last either. It didn’t take Wyn long to damage themselves. Leave Wyn alone for longer then five minutes and something would happen. Which is why they were heading down the hospital hall with their hand wrapped in wet towel. Wyn had accidentally burned the hand on their stove but not just a small burn. No. If it had been small they’d be at home right now. Instead they were heading down the hall of a hospital. Which meant it was pretty bad. The hand had at least a 2nd degree burn and the pain was radiating. They wanted to scream but they bit their tongue as they made their way around the corner finally seeing the person they were looking for. Marlee was like their mom. Wyn loved her but it also helped that she was a nurse. “Marlee.” Wyn pushed out as they cupped their burnt hand with their other hand. “I f-fucked up...” Wyn was in so much pain but also they were worried about their job. They coded for a living and a big project they had been working on for a year was launching in a week but now they were down a hand. They knew they messed up. “I won’t be able to type now.” Tears formed in their eyes. They didn’t normally cry this easy. Well they did but not around people. But, with the mixture of pain and stress they couldn’t help but cry.