taking a page from the gage book || rage
His breathing slowed when her thumb started tracing his jawline, a sense of calm washing over him. As usual, everything slipped away when her lips met his, but this was a lot harder to forgot. The memory was imprinted in his brain, not even that was enough to keep it away. “Yeah, it’s so fucking useful. I got to see the decapitated body of one of my best friends and completely shattered my hand. It’s the best.” he mumbled before he could stop himself. The tears started flowing again as his eyes met hers. “no I need to apologize for that. Oh my god. I’m an awful person and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have I can’t” he was a sputtering mess, yet there was still an aura of calm around him that was the result of her. Her eyes, her forehead on his. All of it. “I think we all know these nurses rep when it comes to healing.”
Gage sighed "Ryan if you keep apologizing I'm gonna punch you in the face" she wasn't serious, well she'd probably hit him in the arm, but not hard. She leaned back some so she could look at him, smoothing some of the hairs out of his face. They were broken, they were all broken....she didn't see an end to this pain, this torture. They were all so tired, Scar was the last straw, she was what shattered them all. For now she was numb, scared, terrified, but numb to the pain. It hadnt sunk in yet, her death, but it would break everyone. His face was tired, worn. "we'll figure it out" she mumbled.














