THE CONTRITE

finn prescott – thirty – trauma surgeon –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

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[finnsta]

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finn: Alright, I'm gonna level with you.

finn: Tomorrow night The Bachelorette is on, and, while I have always acted like I'm annoyed whenever you play it at the house, I am actually really invested.

finn: I JUST WANT HANNAH B. TO FIND LOVE.

finn: Do you want to come over and bring Zehra and we can watch it?

finn: I'll provide snacks.

[hqsouthport-blog]

hey, is that ( JACK FALAHEE )? oh, no that’s just ( FINN PRESCOTT ). did you know ( HE’S ) a ( 30 YEAR OLD TRAUMA SURGEON ) who’s been in southport for ( HIS ENTIRE LIFE )? everyone around town knows them for their ( WORK ETHIC and ENCOURAGEMENT ) personality, but also for the fact that they can be quite ( ANXIOUS and WITHHOLDING ). if asked, they would describe their overall aesthetic as ( WRINKLED SCRUBS, HARD WOOD FLOORS LITTERED WITH TIME MAGAZINES AND CHILDREN’S TOYS, AND A CROWDED CAMERA ROLL ). — ( penned by MEG, 20, EST, SHE/HER ).    

Welcome to Southport, Finn! Please submit your account within 48 hours and ensure you’ve gone through our checklist. Jack Falahee is now taken!

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˚✧* parkervos:

“Maybe he was tired and just wanted to get out? I can’t blame him for that.” Laughter left Parker’s lips as he imagined that scenario, a man just waltzing out of the hospital wearing nothing but a flimsy night gown that probably wasn’t even closed at the back. But he’d never been a big fan of hospitals either, his uneasiness when he was first treated after his return from captivity had shown that. “Your story sounds much more interesting than what I could tell you about my day. I tried to stop my dog from chewing up my favorite pair of shoes and failed, so… there’s that,” he admitted with a crooked smirk.

“Yeah, maybe,” Finn mused, his laugh thoughtful when his fingers combed through the back of his hair. “It’s certainly not as though people ask to be here.” It was contradictory to Finn, working in a field that is so essential and so dreaded by the people who frequent it. He bunched his hands at his chest, a smile breaking through his contemplation when Parker answered his question. “Ah, that’s tragic, man. You’ve gotta go get some new ones.” Glancing down at his own shoes on his feet, Finn tilted his head. “You know, I’ve thought a lot about getting a dog someday, but I don’t think it’s the right time. My schedule and Milo’s and whatever. Also, I love my shoes too much. Couldn’t bare it if they were destroyed,” he tacked on teasingly. 

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˚✧* cheyennemesserschmidt:

“He waltzes out of the hospital?” Cheyenne asked, her mouth dropping slightly. She hadn’t heard that story yet, but was glad that they tracked him down and tht he’ll be alright. “Oh my day was…like any other day. Catch the criminals, make sure no one’s hurt-and also had a pot brownie.” she answered, regretting even taking a bite of the brownie.

“Mhm,” Finn nodded, the fork from his salad pressed between his two lips. Listening to the summary of Cheyenne’s day, he rose his glass to take a sip of water, before the end of her recounting prompted a raise of his eyebrows and the lowering of his glass. “I’m sorry, what?” he laughed, unintentionally, placing a few fingers over his insensitive smile. “Who gave you a pot brownie? Had you ever even had one before?” 

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˚✧* renata-ortiz:

“Was that too much to share when you first meet someone?” Renata asked, tilting her head to the side. “Sorry about that,” she added. Renata sat up a bit straighter in front of the doctor now that their conversation had taken a different turn of events that was less nonchalant and relaxing. “My mother left when I was about two and disappeared. No contact or anything. I don’t know when my mother came here, but I have some half siblings in the area so I figure she’s been settled down here for a while. I didn’t hear from her until she talked to some news outlet accusing me of abandoning her in her ‘time of need’.” Renata rolled her eyes at the memory of reading that article and seeing it on tv. “I’m fine though. I don’t want to bore you with the details of my telenovela life.” She shrugged her shoulders and then took a sip of her water.

“Uh... No!” Finn reassured quickly. His tilted head rested heavily in his hand, and he offered a puzzled smile. “I mean, I sat with you though we’d never met, so I think you get to unload whatever you want.” He worked to follow her plot line, fascinated by its events. His expression was daunted and invested when he shook his head. “I think, by their very definition, telenovelas are not boring. You’re alright. You can keep talking –– only if you want, though.” Finn also took a sip of his water. He sat back in his chair and toyed with his fork, before asking his next question, its words selected carefully. “How is your mother? Do they expect her to make a recovery?” 

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˚✧* aubreegonzalez:

“Everything is okay with me, it’s just that it can get hard, you know.” Aubree said with a shrug of her shoulder but she should have known since it was a part of the job. After all, she knew that when she applied. “Always seeing and hearing about the negative and barely knowing what happens after. It just takes a toll on you.”

Finn’s job, while it may have been grim most of the time, at least gave him the luxury to follow through with his patients. He always knew how their treatment was going, how the work they had done was effecting their lives. “I can only imagine,” he returned in disheartened sympathy. “What do you do for fun? To take the edge off?” 

[jackson-falahee]

jackfalahee: not an ad I swear

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˚✧* renata-ortiz:

Renata couldn’t help but laugh at the story the doctor was telling her. She was glad that she ran into him in the hospital cafeteria after such an uneventful yet eventual day. She took a sip of her water and leaned back in her seat. She smiled at him and raised her eyebrows. “Really? You’d never seen anything like that? How long have you been working here?” she asked. When he asked about her day, she shrugged her shoulders. “It’s so-so to be honest. I’m here with my mother, but it feels weird because I’d never met my mother before nor did I know she was even alive until a couple of weeks ago. She’s here for treatment, so it’s a lot of sitting around until she’s done. Your little story is a much needed break from a rather exhausting day.”

The florescent lights seemed to made the entire room glow, eerily and, to Finn, exhilaratingly. His body still buzzed from the demand of his prior shift. He shuffled the food on his plate around in mindless patterns with his fork. He chuckled at Renata’s question. “Truly, it was a first for me.” Renata’s answer took Finn off guard. He sat up a bit straighter, trying to follow her story without letting too much shock shape his features. “Wait, woah, back up. Your mother? You didn’t know she was... alive? When did she come here? Are you alright?” 

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˚✧* aubreegonzalez:

“That’s both impressive and a little surprising,” the brunette said with a little laugh since she felt that was something she should have heard of given that she often reported some hometown stories like that from time to time. Unfortunately for her, today had been one of those bad days and she’d been left to cover something a little more sinister. “It’s a lot more depressing than yours, so maybe we should just stick with your own.”

“Honestly,” Finn agreed. He lifted both of his hands to his hair, combing them to the back of his head. The bench outside of Aubree’s office was under direct sunlight, but the breeze made the summer bearable. Finn took a sip of his coffee before he frowned, eyebrows tight in sprouted concern. “What do you mean? Everything alright?” 

[finnsta]

“Right. So, we have not cured this man. He needs months, if not years more of treatment, but he just... waltzes out of the hospital. Still wearing his gown. Commando and everything. I’ve never seen anything like that.” Finn’s own anecdote settled behind his dark eyes before he let a fit of laughter interrupt his story. It drove a wide smile to his lips when he ran a hand down the length of his jaw. “Anyways, they tracked him back down. He’ll be alright. Tell me about your day. How’s everything going?” 

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˚✧* shaycampbell:

“Nah, don’t apologize.” The assumption genuinely didn’t offend her out of all the ones which could have crossed his mind, though she appreciated the apology nonetheless. “How could you know? Not like I go around advertising it or anything, I just do me.” At the vague mention of her budding relationship, she found herself grinning almost subconsciously as a thick Boston accent and leather jacket came to mind. “He’s a guy and yeah, I’m really happy. We haven’t done the deed yet, but he’s got a reputation so I’m not worried there either.” A whole month in and they still hadn’t crossed that line, which should have bothered anyone else, but Shay’s generally careless demeanor left wiggle room. “To the weirdest shit.”

Finn smiled widely at Shay’s proclamation. I just do me. He propped a dreamy expression and punctuated it with a light sigh. “Where were you when I was in high school?” he asked, thinking of his insincere past that, to him, so constantly discolored his history, even now. Shay and her confidence would have been revolutionary. Sitting up straighter and turning in his stool to better face her, his grin pressed into a smirk, and his eyes widened eagerly. “You guys are official?” Finn pressed. He took the cherry from his discarded drink and popped it into his mouth, excited to talk about new relationships, the stuff of memory and magic. “What’s he like?” 

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˚✧* danneelpryce:

It was this sort of situation that wasn’t easy for Danneel. She had spent years studying how to remain calm when death was staring her right in the face, but when it was Asher who he was hovering over, it was like everything she had ever learned had escaped her mind. Her ability to think rationally and clearly was out the window and she was left with fear and agonizing pain as negativity filled the air. She now understood what it was like to be the family waiting rather than just the doctor doing the surgery. It was a terrifying thought. One that left her feeling crippled almost. And god she wished it could be in there. Be the one holding the scalpel rather than putting her trust in a doctor she didn’t know. As confident as she was with medical professionals, Danneel was still left worried. “I know,” she then whispered, her dark hues closing softly, feeling the presence of Finn standing up beside her. Wholeheartedly, she agreed with him there. If only that was possible, though. “I know, Finn… it should be us. And if we had any say in this we’d scrub in instantly… I just wish… I wish they’d at least let us back there. If not to operate than to make sure they save her.” Of course, she understood why they didn’t but it didn’t stop her from wanting to go back there. Again, her rational thinking had gone out the building. “But she’s going to be okay, Finn. We gotta believe that she’s going to be okay. She wouldn’t give out hope if it was one of us, so we can’t give out hope either.”

Finn focused, intensely, on Danneel’s assurances, letting them drape over him like a warm sweatshirt just out of the dryer. He didn’t say anything for a moment, taking a sip of his coffee instead. When he loosened his grip on the cup, he found himself laughing and let out a ragged breath. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m not holding the scalpel,” Finn admitted, the desperate humor still clinging to his words. He sat by Danneel again so she could see the way his hands were shaking. Finn exhaled heavily, the levity draining from his features. He left his coffee on the floor by the chair’s leg, so his two free hands could rake through his hair. “Asher’s such a good person. Such a better person than me,” Finn praised easily, his hands finding his knees. “Maia and I would’ve been at each other’s throats constantly when we were growing up if it hadn’t been for her. She just... keeps us–– keeps us all together.” He looked at Danneel, but only briefly when he felt his throat tighten. “Ah, this is so fucked up. This sucks,” he understated, wringing his hands tightly at his chest. Finn didn’t say anything for a few moments, and the silence bore into him like a shard of glass, his eyes welling from its pressure. “Sorry, there there are people sitting here everyday feeling just like this, and I’m crying like a little bitch,” Finn apologized, grasping at a joke again. 

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˚✧* shaycampbell:

“Who said anything about straight sex?” She gasped, hand clutching imaginary pearls as she feigned offense at the assumption far too many people made about her. As far as Shay concerned herself, however, life was meant to be experienced across the spectrum and limits did not exist… Mostly. “I’ve kissed a lot of men. And women. I’m a grown ass adult, you really think I’ve never done weird shit? C’mon man.” A chuckle fell from her lips as she allowed the implications to linger in the air between them, only shaking long curls in agreement when he mentioned not truly wanting to hear the intricacies of his friend’s sex life. “Nah, we don’t gotta go into the dirty details.” Where the woman’s vile words might have otherwise forced a shudder in the majority of people, Shay simply couldn’t be bothered with sparing anymore brain cells on somebody so miserable and angered. “Well at least I can rest easy knowin’ karma won’t bite me today.” With a wide grin, she flagged down their bartender once more. “I’d take a crown. Crown Royal that is— my dude, can you fill ‘er up?”

Finn’s gaze found the base of his drink, staring past the half drawn liquid at the bar top below. He grimaced at his assumption, embarrassed to hear himself sound so akin to ignorant people he’d dealt with his entire life. “I’m sorry, Shay,” he told her, pushing his drink a little further from him immediate vicinity. He let himself chuckle a bit when she met the terms of his deal. “Whoever you’re with now, are you happy?” he asked after a moment, propping up his apologetic smile and dark brown eyes with a fist under his chin. Finn looked at Shay, admiring how she seemed so able to let things roll off her skin, her resiliency loads tougher than his own. “That’s certainly true,” he mumbled in agreement. Watching the bartender fill up Shay’s glass, Finn raised his own and offered a cheers. “To weird shit?” 

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˚✧* mckennxtcrres:

A bright giggle blossomed on her tongue as she slowed to a somber stop under the guidance of Finn’s stability. “Oh you don’t mean to? That means you’re about to.” She sighed dramatically and smiled up at him; she didn’t mind, Finn could be as condescending as he liked, she always knew it came from a good place, even now. As he tried blowing the bubbles from her shoulder, she looked down and brushed them off herself, her eyesight taking a moment or two to refocus. Following him as if she had any choice in the matter, McKenna rolled her eyes, “Come on, Finn, really? You’re gonna just cut me off like that? What a way to ruin a good time.” Despite everything, her tone remained light, teasing even as she watched him grasp with the idea of being here at all. “You didn’t have to come, you know?” It’d taken McKenna months to be okay with something she had no control over, and even now she still wasn’t, knowing that his sister was suffering and he was still here despite it all made her feel even a little guilty for stealing his attention. “How about.– How about, you get me a lemonade and I’ll get you an uber.. You don’t want to be here, Finn. I can tell.”

Finn’s lips pursed when he brushed his hands sloppily through his dark hair. “McKenna, I was going crazy in that room with Asher. It’s nice to be here with you. It really is, I promise I’m not just saying that.” He smiled slightly to his friend, who didn’t mind his condescension, even saw it coming. “Thank you, though,” he ceded. “You’re the best. Lemonade, it is.” Finn tugged gently on McKenna’s hand, taking her to the edge of the festival where all the food trucks sat primed for their arrival. He ordered one for each of them, realizing how demanding the beating sun had become. “Let’s talk about good stuff, alright?” he grumbled, wishing so badly for his spirits to lift enough to mimic the brightness of the sky above them, the drinks in their hands. “What’s the best group you saw this weekend? Mine was Lorde, hands down. Milo was good too, but don’t tell him I said that. It’ll just go to his head,” he teased. In reality, Finn had missed Milo’s set to be with Asher. A pang, conflicted and guilty, coursed through his chest, as he started to walk to an open spot on the field nearby, where the shade of a tree lowered the summer temperature a few degrees. “Just tell me everything,” he asked, laying down on the grass. “Have you had fun?”  

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˚✧* shaycampbell:

“You did not! Now I know you’re a nicer guy than that, Finn.” With a laugh, she finished off her own drink. “Why’d you even answer though? If I’m in it then I’m in it to win it. A train could come through and I’d never notice, or at least ignore it until I’m fuckin’ done.” His interaction with the bartender and pouting throughout his growing inebriation only spurred the affection she felt for him. “One day you’re gonna stop being the cutest human being on the planet. Then, and only then, will I swoop in and take your crown.” Shay hopped off her barstool and approached the woman, discreetly pointing out the dried condom attached to her clothes only to have her practically roar in return. With a shrug and general lack of effect from the other’s outburst, she returned and passed an invisible item to Finn. “Can you hold this? It’s my ass, she just handed it to me.”

“Mm, yes, angelic –– except when I’m... busy,” he laid out his stipulation, smiling when he offered Shay a wink. Finn waved his hand towards the other bartender who had not donned a condom with her uniform, and asked that Shay’s drink be refilled. Childishly, Finn covered his ears with his hands. “La, la, la, la. I don’t wanna hear about your straight sex. You’re like a sister to me, Campbell. As far as I’m concerned, you, Asher, and Maia have never so much as kissed a man.” He laughed, starting to bring his drink to his lips before stopping abruptly, and placing it back down. “Not to say that a woman cannot openly discuss sex. Jesus Christ, I sound like a man from the 1940′s. You tell me whatever you want. I’m just gonna discreetly zone out,” he informed her. His words still slurred together, strung like the blue string lights that flickered above their heads. Finn nearly giggled at Shay’s compliment, and buried his smile in his glass. After taking a sip, he created an elegant service, carefully plucking the invisible crown from his head and placing it on Shay’s. “You won fair and square.” Finn failed at watching his friend’s interaction discreetly, his fanned fingers doing very little to shield his curious eyes from the bartender and her outburst. When Shay returned to her stool, he softened his widened eyes. “That did not go as I expected it to.” In a treaty-like apology, Finn slid Shay’s new drink closer to her on the bar top, before taking her invisible ass and placing it before them. “A crown for an ass. Seems like a fair trade to me.” 

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˚✧* danneelpryce:

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As a doctor, Danneel knew how to keep calm in situations where she wanted to break. She had watched people get hurt and lost patients day after day, so putting on a poker face wasn’t difficult. But when it came to Asher being the patient, she was falling apart. The woman was like family to her. They had been friends for almost ten years now and the thought of anything happening to her was crippling. She tried her hardest not to be that person who barged right into the OR, too. Especially considering her own knowledge and expertise. Truly, she thought if anyone should be operating on her, it should’ve been her. Danneel might’ve gone the route of being a neonatal surgeon, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t skilled in other things. She was Virginia Madison’s daughter after all. But for now, she was stuck waiting. Circulating around the different departments of the hospital over and over because like hell could she sit still right now. However, after grabbing two cups of coffee, she went back over to where she figured the rest of the gang was, to offer up a drink to anyone there. The first person she saw was Finn and immediately she went over to him and tried to force out some sort of comforting smile. “I uh—” she began, her voice hoarse from barely speaking for the last several hours and instead just breathing heavily as she worried. “I got some coffee if you want.” She then held out the cup for him before sitting down beside him. 

“Thank you,” Finn returned, the florescent lights harsh when he peered up at his coffee’s deliverer. With the glance at his friend, Finn’s guard lowered just enough for him to collapse a little. His elbows fell heavy to his knees, and he turned the coffee mechanically in its sleeve, his mind elsewhere –– more specifically Asher’s operating room a few floors away. He recognized that it was not he alone who was suffering, he alone who loved Asher. He took a hand from his drink and rested it on Danneel’s leg when she sat beside him, knowing it was not much, but he hoped his contact comforted her, even if it was slight. The words he’d strung together on his phone call with Maia still rang like a busted landline in his brain. If he could do it over again, he would have found more order to his message. Whatever levelheadedness he wished to offer his little sister was drown out by fear, despair, anger. Against rationality, Finn sat up straighter again. He stood up, his coffee still clutched in his hands and declared, “It should be us in that room. We should be the ones taking care of her. You know that. I know that. Why did we even bother going to school for half of our fucking lives if they won’t let us save people?” His stomach felt like a tornado ravaged home, and he stopped pacing to steady himself.