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[secondhandmckie]

@painofhumanity | (continued from: x)

“Had a client that was…a little too enthusiastic with the sadism,” Morgan explained in a strained voice. He was never shy about where he worked, or what he did for a living, so casual mentions of rough sex with a paying customer were not unusual for him. He felt a spike of fear at the thought of going to a hospital, but he played it off with a pained chuckle. “Nah, you know you’re the only nurse I like, Ellie.”

No, it wasn't a secret, but Ellie did wish Morgan was more careful with himself. To have someone take things so far wasn't unusual, but it didn't mean she had to understand it or like it. She pulls over one of the dining chairs to sit in front of him, first aid kit open on her lap. "Stop being cute while I'm trying to concentrate." She admonished gently, her hands moving to his face first, turning it carefully this way, then that. "Tell me what hurts--and don't be a hero, okay? Tell me everything."

[secondhandmckie]

‘  you’re cute when you’re bossy.  ’ (Morgan & Ellie)

Kissing Booth Meme

"So you keep saying." Ellie replied, though there's no heat to the words in the least--matter of fact, she seemed a little smug. Her touch is still remarkably tender as she tends to his chest, gently dabbing antiseptic to wounds...even if they were already closing.

The nurse, quite unprofessionally, leans up to sneak a quick peck to his lips as she reaches for the bandages. "Now be good and sit still for me, won't you?"

[endureqz]

closed starter - @the-morganreed location - bar time - winter (event)

after what felt like days in her apartment, sierra was driving herself crazy with boredom. there wasn't much to do since the announcement, being that it felt like an icicle outside and there was no one around to talk to; or torment in sierra's case. her apartment grew colder by the second and she couldn't bare to sit in it sober. as she threw on what little protection she had from the cold, she decided to head to the bar to get some warmth in other ways.

opening the door the bar immediately felt like something from a horror movie, it was completely empty from what she could see. no bar fights, no one laughing obnoxiously loud, it was just the place sierra was looking for. "oh, hell yeah." she mumbled under her breath, beaming behind the bar to grab the first bottle she laid her eyes on. no bartenders meant no rations to be spent, perfect. as she went to go find herself a table to drown the freezing temps and the hunger building inside her, she spotted morgan in the corner. "great minds must think alike." she yelled over to him. "but this is supposed to be my me time— so." surely she wasn't insinuating for him to leave, she couldn't possibly be that rude.