#ceceliaas

[fyrewalks]

@ceceliaas​ liked for a smol starter

“i’ve seen four different barbies either eaten or shoved a place where it shouldn’t be. i think that’s a shift record. usually it’s just one.”

[defectiveparts]

@ceceliaas​ / liked.

          he’s not really sure how long he’s been here. not sure how much time has passed. he just knows they still haven’t heard anything, and he’s refusing to budge until he does. everyone else has learned by now to leave him alone, that he wasn’t in the mood for conversation or even being reassured, so it surprises him when someone settles next to him. it takes him a moment to look away from his hands, where he’s been staring for most of the wait  (  buck swears he can still see blood there, even though he’d scrubbed at them until they were raw  ), eyes landing on the doctor. it takes a long moment before it really registers just who it is, a brief hint of a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.   “no offense, but i’m really tired of this place.”   his voice is scratchy from disuse, throat clicking as he swallows hard and adjusts slightly in the seat to angle himself more towards cecelia.

[brklynlost]

@ceceliaas:  💏 - as encouragement

it is rare that bucky finds himself in a situation that he didn’t create himself.  this. . . is not any different than the previous ones unfortunately.  he knows he CAN’T just go to the hospital and trust just anyone to work on his wounds.  he’s TOO FAR from wakanda, and he isn’t at home.  lady luck really had his back this week, introducing him to a sweet nurse that he thought could be discrete enough to work scientific magic. . . quickly.

he didn’t expect to be on a silver hospital table today. to say the least.

sneaking in the open back way into the er, bucky’s half torn jacket is pulled from his body and the crushing mark of a VILLIAN created by their own government splays across his chest.  the smile on his lips is grim, eyes glancing down to his chest, to her shaking hands, and back up to her glowing eyes.

“  hey -- hey.  it’s ok.  i’ve had. . . way worse.  just --  ”              he tries to bend to reach for the gauze, but the pain makes him double over instead.  his hand finds her shoulder to pull her closer.                    “  you can do this.  i have absolute faith.  ”                 strength in the face of torture is one of his fortes.  he pulls back up to seated, reaching out to press a soft kiss to her cheek.

“  you just gotta be quicker about it, ok?  ”

[seesgood]

❝ food. ❞  there’s no room for argument left in her tone as she holds out the small paper bag towards cece.  ❝ and coffee. ❞  at this hour, she estimates it’ll probably be the doctors second. or third. residency is hell, and she knows cecelia has a tendency to lose herself in the chaos of it. so, caroline does what she does best. she coddles. it’s what makes her great at her job.  ❝ and when’s the last time you sat down? ❞          /          @ceceliaas​ ! 

[nowat-shesdaylight]

a moment passes as she waits in the hallway,  standing just outside of the neighboring apartment.    rapunzel hasn’t heard from cecelia all day and, while she normally would grow worried, she knows that cecelia’s schedule can be a little hectic.    more than a little,   and definitely more than hectic.    but that’s never stopped her from stopping by,   from checking in.     rapunzel knocks again,  though she doesn’t allow herself to feel impatient and finally, the door opens.    “rough day?” she asks in lieu of a greeting, friendly smile gracing her lips.            // @ceceliaas  + apt4d!

[apairofdimes]

“I’m not going to thank you.” This wasn’t the first time Aspen had been rushed to the hospital in need of urgent emergency care. Wasn’t the first time she had a brush with death, either. She’s actually died before. Technically. It was like God was playing a cruel joke on her-- He wouldn’t let her die no matter what, it seemed.

“If that’s what you want, you’re not getting it from me. I don’t have anythin’ to be thankful for.”

“Am I free to go or what?” Most likely not, but that wouldn’t stop her from trying. The last thing she remembered was shooting up alone in a gas station bathroom. Now she was here.

@ceceliaas​

[defectiveparts]

@ceceliaas​  /  liked.

          it’s four in the morning and buck has absolutely no business being in the hospital but it had been another long shift and another shitty nightmare that had jolted him from sleep, so he’d went for a walk and now.. well, he’s got a tray of coffees for the nurses that he knows are always at the main desk, and a warm but tired smile and he hands them off. he keeps the two personalized and wanders off, taking his time in finding cecelia. when he does, he just slides into the seat next to her, holding the coffee out.   “looks like you could use this,”   he murmurs, very pointedly not mentioning how late or early it is.

[fyrewalks]

a kiss on the cheek // @ceceliaas​

“does everyone get one or am i just special?” he asks, head tilted and smile wide.