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from like blood flowing down the vein, my beloved medical au:
“Is there a ghost problem in this hospital?”
His voice makes River jump. “What?”
“When you opened the ambulance,” Lockwood says, looking intently at River. “You looked like you’d seen a ghost.”
“Oh. No, it’s— sorry. It’s fine.” He can’t hold Lockwood’s gaze, eyes sliding away and back to the convenient head wound he’s meant to be closing. “You just— you look like someone I know. Knew.”
“So you’re the one with a ghost problem.”
“It’s not— I don’t have a problem—”
from just long enough to really make it hurt, aka 2 stare in2 the sun:
“Are you trying to say Harkness is transgender?”
Lamb points at her, triumphant, before taking another, frankly disgusting, bite of his kebab. “That’s the word I was looking for.” A bit of meat has got caught in his beard. Something drips from his chin. It’s all very unpleasant. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out earlier. She’s got those cute little earrings, a–an’, yknow—” he makes a gesture to his own chest that Diana immediately wishes she could scrub from her mind. “—from the hormones.”
“Yes, well, I’m not Whelan, so I don’t make a habit of staring down my employees’ shirts.” Lamb makes a snorting noise that could generously be described as a laugh and Diana raises her voice a little as she continues, “And, furthermore, plenty of gay men wear earrings, Lamb.”
and a little more down the vein
He starts at the base of her neck, moving as quick and light as he can as he presses against the muscles running up her throat, the back of her neck. Nothing out of the ordinary. He’s ginger as he reaches her jaw, almost ghosting over the joint.
He’s seen the deformity on the left-hand side this whole time, the little lump in front of her ear. But Christ, feeling it…
Patrice wasn’t kidding, he thinks. This is a fucking terrible reduction. The joint is barely set in the socket, leaving a knot of overworked muscle all over one side of her jaw. It’s a miracle she can eat.
He can’t reduce it— can’t re-reduce it now. Not with the muscles like this. Not with how long it’s been.
“Christ, Patrice, did you do this bloody reduction yourself?”
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