location: the clinic
special delivery to my love: @gcldenhcurs
If it was one thing that Finn was not particularly great at, it was taking care of herself. As a caretaker to her mother back in New York, she was always attuned to others’ needs - what they needed, what they wanted and she took it upon herself as a waitress at the diner in town to take care of others, to keep them fed and hydrated. It was always sunny in the hellscape that was this town and with that came the horrific heat that could make anyone crumble instantly. In doing so, she gave out as many of the snacks as he could to those who needed it, as well as water - all while trying to save as well.
One thing she forgot though - was herself.
She had fainted, just for half a moment, and those at the diner had told her to sit down, relax, have some water - but Finn hadn’t. Maybe it was just the caretaking aspect of herself kicking into overdrive since she had come in - perhaps it was some kind of coping mechanism she had, but regardless, she had gotten a very small scrape on the side of her head. That was all they needed to see. They implored to go down to the clinic and with a large sigh, she decided to go down there - if for anything else, to check it out.
“I’m really okay - I forgot to have some water and I took a tumble, hit my head just a little bit. There’s barely anything there, but uh - people insisted. I don’t want to waste your time though, if someone else is - ” Walking into the clinic, she knew that back of head, the dark hair - that silhouette. One of your dreams, one of your dreams, one of your dreams. It was like her feet stopped in cement, ice in her veins short circuiting her - Easton.
“Ea-Easton. Easton?” The name felt foreign on her lips and how could it be? The name she so wholly spoke of back in New York, the name of her boyfriend she had been thinking about ever since she came into this hellhole, the reason why she even went looking on her own.