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Trusting your mer lover to help you float, knowing the stigma against mer people
Chest to your back, chin atop your head while their fingers linger on your forearms. Youâre stargazing, gesturing at the constellations and explaining why sailors use them- your neighbor was fond of taking you on his fishing trips and you learnt over time.
âAre humans so peculiar with their navigation?â They chuckle with amusement, their gills fluttering beneath the surface.
âAre mers not?â
âYou travel with your pod, or you just.. know.â
NOTES: Made for @h4venpha , I get how tiring school can be. ILY MAN and meeting you has been absolutely wonderful, I'm honored and grateful to call you my friend and mutual <3
With the promise of classes starting up again, priorities shifted.
Of course, classes were expected to be at the forefront of that list. A job, if you had one, and of course everything you have has to always be clean, and of course youâve got to be happy! You have so much going on!
You sighed, head in your hands. Already everything felt so heavy and dizzying. Your overpriced drink youâd tried to treat yourself to only served to remind you of how you had to watch your expenses, wonderful.
Life is hard. It beats down. Itâs tiring. The burnout that awaits you each day is inevitable, a ticking time bomb and some days it overwhelms you, enveloping you whole and drowning you in a seemingly endless stream of misery.
Of course, your friends get it. Especially one of your best friends, Vash. Who youâd found to be great company while studying, even if itâs on call. You didnât feel like leaving your room today, checking back to your discord tab to see if he was still studying.
It was a comforting sight. Him, cross legged in his chair with his headphones adorned with a little crotcheted sprout. It was cute, really.
âMm? You ok?â He peered up at you from his book- shit, caught you staring.
âJust tired.â You exhale, propping your head on your hand. He looked at you from the video call, long bangs brushing his eyelashes. The sprout on his headphones shifted as he leaned forward in his chair,
"Mm, I get that. Honestly, you should take a break. Pomodoro."
You quirked an eyebrow, "Has it even been 4 hours?"
"Time is relative." He winked, grinning slightly. God, he was so pretty. Something about his smile eased some of the ebbing ache in your head, although still present.
"You know what? Good idea. I'm breaking out more snacks."
"I should too." He bit the inside of his cheek in thought, "Nai said pizza pockets don't make for a good study snack, but agree to disagree." His laptop shifts, shuffling heard through your speakers as he presumably makes the gourmet meal of pizza pockets.. sigh.
"You got any plans for this weekend?" Vash questioned from across the kitchen, voice echoing. A few noises escape him as he fumbles with the bag, trying to open it with his teeth. You catch a glimpse as his canines pierce a corner of the plastic,
"Whoop whoop!" He pumps a fist into the air, elated. "But uh, yeah, any plans? Was hoping we could try for another movie night..? If you were interested." His eyes are wide, cerulean with a tinge of green surveying you.
Honestly? Even when you are tired, movie nights with Vash are welcome. At one point, you both just respectively napped at his place. (To your disappointment, separately. On different sides of the couch.) While watching a movie! Fun friend things.
âYeah, Iâd like that.â You didnât think a smile would make an appearance upon your lips tonight, but Vash struck the impossible once again. Even in your sleep deprived, overworked state he could lift your mood. âYou got any ideas?â
He flashes you a knowing grin, âYou know Iâll say Star Wars.â
when you move to the night shift, abbot does everything he can to be a support system for you. from experience, he knows the night shift isnât easy â drunken idiots getting a bit handsy with the nurses, patients who have to have a police officer outside their room because theyâre going to jail right after theyâve been checked over, not to mention the concerned dads who get a bit too aggressive when they donât have answers for whatâs wrong with their family member.
youâre a young, pretty third year resident with a huge amount of gumption. abbot sees a bit of himself in you, and even though you can handle yourself well he feels the need to make sure youâre okay on shift. whether thatâs a quick check in when he gets a chance, or asking shen for an update on you when youâre nowhere to be seen, under abbotâs watchful eye no one will dare touch you.
until abbotâs dealing with breaking a death to a family, and youâre in with a drunk patient who smacks the shit out of you when you refuse to give him morphine.
yelling fills the ER as security hold back the patient, and shen and ellis come running to your aid. your lip is split and you can feel the side of your face already beginning to swell. youâre uneasy on your feet, and john steadies you carefully as he gives instructions to ellis.
âsomeone get abbot!â he yells to bridget, who runs to find the room abbot is in.
âfuck,â you groan, clutching your face. âbe honest, how bad does it look?â
âit doesnât look good,â shen says softly. âletâs get you checked out.â
âjohn,â you suddenly come to a stop. âi think iâm gonna throw up.â
âemesis basin, now!â shen yells to lena, who throws one to him in the blink of an eye.
shen manages to put it in front of you right as you keel over and empty the contents of your stomach.
âwoah, what the fuck is going on?â abbot is quick to come behind you, making sure the stray pieces of hair escaping your ponytail are out of your face. âbridget said a patient got violent?â
shen takes the basin away from you and thatâs when abbot notices the swelling on your face.
âshit, sheâs bleeding. she might also have a concussion. letâs get her a bed," abbotâs at your side in no time, shining a light into your eyes. you're too out of it to catch the words he whispers to shen. "i want a word with the patient who did this to her."
"don't do anything stupid, abbot." john warns, concern crossing his features when abbot doesn't reply.
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