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Send 😳 to walk in on my muse getting changed! / @emsgh0st
Luck, it seemed, was never on Carter's side. Despite managing to get ready for his latest ride-along in time, while he'd been heading out to the ambulance bay with a cup of coffee in hand, he'd walked past an irate patient the exact moment her arms flung upward, and then she'd knocked him right in the arm...which of course proceeded to pop off the plastic lid, which then led to a rather large, not to mention, painful sluice of hot coffee all over the front of his brand new cable sweater.
Figures.
After telling the rig crew where he was headed -- and ignoring the cheeky, "Don't be long, princess!" from the driver -- Carter tossed his coffee into the trash, and then jogged back indoors to change.
Opening his locker, he pulled out a spare button-down and set to work on shrugging out of his coat, sweater, and undershirt with a briskness that nearly stung his skin. It wasn't as if it could hurt much worse than the cooling coffee presently staining his chest.
Bare from the waist-up, Carter exchanged the wet sweater for his button-down, but just as he prepared to slide an arm through the right sleeve, he heard the door open from behind and froze. Despite the fact people had walked in on him once or twice in the past, a sickly sensation of dread took root in his stomach and he stood stock-still, realizing that whomever entered could likely see the twin markings across his lower back. He hadn't gone shirtless in public since before the attack, so he knew the scar tissue was stark and pink against his pale skin, much like two angry exclamations.
Finally able to recollect himself, Carter clumsily threaded both arms through his sleeves, then spun around in time to see Rowen in the doorway. "Hi," he said, plastering on what he hoped to be a convincing smile. His stomach twisted as they locked eyes. "Something I can help you with?"
