amorette ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡ @ptmcsprincess - Tumblr Blog

🐇 ₊˚⊹♡ amorette ‘ami’ priscilla corzo

-> emergency pediatric social worker at ptmc, cuban!!! expect to see me with a venti iced chai with strawberry cold foam and sprinkles every morning 🌸🧁🪽🍵

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reminiscing on my quince today ;((((

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ptmcsprincess

hi xoxox

drmargotalli

MY DEAREST WHAT IS YOUR HAIRCARE ROUTINE IT IS SO LONG AND GORGEOUS!!!✨✨

ptmcsprincess

scalp massage with a bamboo massager thing and rosemary water on the roots before shower, redken extreme length shampoo and conditioner, sea salt hair spray and shea curly hair mask whenever i want the curls or i use a dyson straightener when i want it straight 💖💖

drmargotalli

merci my dear, i cannot wait to try that ✨✨

ptmcsprincess

anything for u, mama! 💖💖💖💖😚😚😚😚

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ok y’all education time

whimsy: noun

-> EXAMPLE: “you have so much whimsy!”

whimsical: adjective

-> EXAMPLE: “you are so whimsical!”

GET IT RIGHT😡😡🫵🫵

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ptmcsprincess

hi xoxox

drmargotalli

MY DEAREST WHAT IS YOUR HAIRCARE ROUTINE IT IS SO LONG AND GORGEOUS!!!✨✨

ptmcsprincess

scalp massage with a bamboo massager thing and rosemary water on the roots before shower, redken extreme length shampoo and conditioner, sea salt hair spray and shea curly hair mask whenever i want the curls or i use a dyson straightener when i want it straight 💖💖

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milo-medicine

I miss u and i’m all alone 🙁🙁🙁💔💔💔

oh! uh, d'you want me to come over? we can hangout and watch the sanrio youtube stuff u were gonna show me!!

ptmcsprincess

YESYESYESYESYESYESYEZYEZYEZYES

i baked too many treats again :p

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hi baker ami is back!!!!!!!!!!!!🪽🪽🐇🐇💖💖

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hi xoxox

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cannibalisticmusings

i’m tasting your blood, see

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ptmcsprincess

amorette noticed him through the window and slowly walked in with a gentle gaze— “hi! um, i can tell you’re a tad bit…aggravated right now so i’m not gonna get too close, but uh—“ she lets out an awkward laugh, clutching her clipboard to her cardigan-covered chest. “i’m amorette corzo, i’m a social worker here at ptmc and i was assigned to try and like…attempt to calm you down. i swear, i mean no harm. but uh—could you just…keep that iv in? please? thanks.”

she sits down beside the bed, keeping a respectable distance. “um, we noticed when we brought you in you felt slightly…undernourished? so um, i bought you a cookie and a orange juice from our cafeteria. it’s not much, but it hopefully will be enough to fuel you at the moment.” amorette offers a sweet smile and motions to the snack and beverage beside the bed. “we couldn’t find an id on you, so um, do you mind me asking you your name…?”

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Charlie scowls, still fumbling with the IV but only scratching himself. “The fuck is PTMC? Not government my ass, most government sounding acronym.”

He stopped fumbling when he saw her set the food and drink down, watching carefully. “…Cookie?”

The concept of a cookie wasn’t unknown to Charlie. He had heard of them in books and schools, but had never actually seen one. And an orange juice, or fresh fruit at all? He had never had the luxury of it before. “What are those brown things? Shit?” He dipped a finger into the juice and licked it off, brows furrowing at the taste. “Why does it taste like …” He searched his brain for a descriptor, not really having been able to taste something sour or citrus. “Angry.”

ptmcsprincess

“youre in a hospital— well, the emergency department specifically. we noticed you had a few injuries on you so we wanted to treat them before we spoke to you.” she motions to his now bandaged wounds on his body. she didn’t look intimidating at all— almost like bunny rabbit turned human. totally harmless.

“the brown stuff in the cookie is chocolate chips. and… i don’t know why the orange juice tastes angry?” she furrows her eyebrows but offered a small giggle. “um. so, back to my earlier question, uh, what is your name?”

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Charlie gave a half-hearted snarl at the giggle, not really having the heart to be an asshole when there was honest-to-god-real-fucking-chocolate in front of him. He took a tentative bite, worried that it actually was feces (he had tasted worse but that still didn’t mean it was pleasant). When he found it was actually something quite sweet, he had to try not to scarf it down. He had failed, obviously. He hadn’t eaten any proper food - Hell, he hadn’t eaten any food period - in who knew how long.

He was not oblivious to the fact that he had chocolate on his face, but he was oblivious to the fact that he had failed to wipe it off with the back of his hand and had only smeared it across his cheek.

He was sort of in a hunched over position from eating, as if he had been attempting to protect his food. He looked up at Amorette warily, trying to find his manners. He knew he should thank her for the food, but he hadn’t quite crossed her out as a threat. She clearly wasn’t one herself, but he didn’t know if she had “friends” who were. He decided to try to meet her halfway, his form of appreciation being offering his name.

“Charlie.”

ptmcsprincess

“charlie.” she repeats. “that’s a lovely name. do you mind if i can take a seat, so we can have a chat?” she tilts her head gently and motions to the plastic chair sat beside his bed. “i won’t push you to answer anything you don’t feel comfortable with— and we can go at your pace. does that sound good?”

she shift her clipboard to one hand and a pen with a hot pink fur ball at the end of it in the other— and slowly sits down in the hard white chair.

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