#anjiele

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     ❛   i have to thank you again , angela . i know you didn’t have to respond to the recall , but i’m so very glad y’did .   ❜   large fangs tear apart the banana in hand , eyes focused solely on the woman standing over him .

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she  scarcely  believes  her  own  eyes  upon  entering  the  room.  another  day  ,  the  same  routine.  angela  had  drifted  through  her  day  -  to  -  day  with  the  same  monotony  for  so  long.  it  was  a  constant.  a  relief.  and  yet—————-here  he  was  ,  breaking  it  so  easily.  on  her  hospital  bed  ,  bruised &  beaten:  jesse  mccree.  clip  board  clutched  close  to  chest  ,  disbelief  was  written  across  fatigued  features  and  a  million  and  two  questions  ran  through  her  mind. silence  weighed  heavy  on  her  tongue  ,  but  only  for  a  moment.

an  arch  of  brow  and  a  familiar  smile  twitches  at  lips  ,  and  angela  will  return  his  sheepish  greeting  with  a  soft  huff  of  amusement.  ❛   my  ,  jesse.   ❜  she  starts  ,  the  clicking  of  her  shoes  on  hard  tile  as  she  inches  towards  his  bed.  ❛   i  would  say  it’s  a  pleasure  to  see  you  again  ,   ❜  eyes  cast  over  his  form  ,  tucked  into  crisp  bed  sheets.  tongue  clicks.  ❛   though  i  did  not  expect  our  meeting  to  be  like  this  ,  after  so  long.  what’s  happened  to  you  ?   ❜

Despite the braggadocio which pulsated from his gait, Jesse Mccree was only flesh and blood, susceptible to any assortment of lacerations and fractures.  Decades ago, when the young Icarus flew too close to the sun, he would always crash-land inside the sanitized infirmary...the locate may have changed, but the color of the walls haven’t.  That viscous Swiss accent gave away Angela’s presence before Mccree’s burnt-sienna eyes snapped towards her like a magnet.  For once in his life, there was a SMILE to be seen, even if discomfort oozed out.

❝ How many times did you patch me up while I was in Blackwatch doc?  Guess it’s POETIC that I see ya again like this..and this...got in a bar fight, someone tried to impale me with a pool stick...got a good-sized splinter in my neck....managed to take it out all by myself..unfortunately, didn’t stop the bleeding and now I’ve been told I look more like SHIT than ever..at least I got my hundred dollars back..❞

Fingers pulled back the cardinal and saffron serape further to reveal a grisly, yet, non-life-threatening gash.

❝ My neck ain’t gonna have to be amputated right doc?.❞