#(hey <3)

[cur4tor]

everyone has there limits, and kit knows his own far too well. the er is filled with people who barely know how to take care of themselves, kit included, but he isn't sure this is one of the times he can fake it until he makes it. he's never been good at faking anything, anyway. 'this case might not be the right one for me,' brows furrow as he glances over the patient's chart : a five year old, in the hospital for several broken bones, accompanied by a sheepish mother and a too stern father. it's textbook, and kit doesn't know if he can do it today. he glances up at doctor hale through his glasses, taking a deep breath. 'is there anyone else available to speak with them?' @drhalepitt.

[gremnda]

pangi threw away lukey's good luck charm....

[echosdeath]

poses against the wall with a rose in my mouth. hey

hey haha

[h0useofw0lves]

[robotclownindulgence]

[bloodycharge]

"...I don't like when you talk like that," Hidetoshi whispers with a hand cupping Shinjiiro's cheek. They share a bed— share a life together, so it's only natural that it'd come up eventually. Inaba is better for him. If he's here and keeps working towards recoverinng, he'll get better. He has to get better. If he loses him, it'd be like losing his better half.

"You aren't going to die, Shinjiro. Not yet." Those eyes that're usually cold and stern always soften when faced with the man he'd vowed (quietly, so Shinjiro wouldn't push him away) to be with. "I love you."

a  line  shinjiro  often  finds  himself  crossing  is  the  one  between  safely  acknowledging  his  longer-than-expected  life,  and  being  overly  fatalistic.  it's  just  …  he  really  wasn't  supposed  to  live  this  long.  even  though  his  meds  work  well  -  work  great,  even,  compared  to  when  they  were  first  being  developed  -  some  things  just  can't  be  undone.  his  body  likes  to  remind  him  of  that  plenty.  the  feeling  that  any  moment  could  be  his  last  looms  over  him  nearly  constantly.  he  doesn't  mind  overtly  recognizing  that  -  not  with  hidetoshi,  anyway,  who  has  already  seen  him  through  the  worst  of  it  all.

and  maybe,  just  maybe,  he  sometimes  gets  fed  up  with  how  fucked  up  he  is.  how  fucked  up  he's  made  himself.  maybe  sometimes  coughing  up  blood  in  the  middle  of  the  night  is  just  too  much,  and  so  is  sanitizing  his  hands  every  five  minutes,  and  taking  his  cavalcade  of  pills  morning  and  night  …

he's  feeling  a  bit  sorry  for  himself  tonight,  apparently.

lacking  a  good  response,  knowing  this  won't  be  the  last  time  he  gets  a  little  overly  dramatic  about  his  impending  doom,  shinjiro  can  only  pull  his  partner  close  and  press  a  kiss  to  his  forehead.

“  …  love  you  too.  ”

[cursedbirth]

genevieve stood at the sink, scrubbing with surgical precision, though her face remained untouched by urgency. her movements were efficient, elegant; there was no telling that less than thirty minutes ago, a man who should’ve died from blunt force trauma to the chest was now breathing evenly in room 14. no coding, no resuscitation. no explanation. and it wasn't a miracle; just a little of her blood, slipped into the iv bag when no one was looking. she dried her hands and reached for the crisp white coat to her right, making her way down the hall until she reached the breakroom. 'dr. mohan,' genevieve greeted softly, appearing in the doorway like a shadow coaxed into form. 'you stayed late again,' there was no judgment in her tone, only observation — a habit from a lifetime of watching humans. her voice was calm, with that faint, unplaceable accent that curled around her words like silk. she crossed the room, her steps quiet, her features inscrutable. 'i have to wonder when it is you sleep. i cannot imagine it is very often,' @empitthy.