for @shculdbeafraid, continued from x
“ thanks for that captain obvious and no you don’t get to know what happened. “ it’s the same speech over and over again. just with slightly altered versions. she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t have to be but wounds with gushing blood said otherwise. sara couldn’t blame it on a motorcycle accident this time but luckily it was a familiar face working in the er that night. “ anything else you’re like to point out right now? like how it’s dark outside or that i’m blonde? just want to make sure all our bases are covered before i ya know pass out or something. just as a heads up. “
“hey-- -- can’t you be a little more charitable to the one sewing you up? i mean almost half of these idiots aren’t, but you? my regular?”
sara’s been here often enough on her er shifts it’s only become more of a gamble for her than anything when an ambo pulls up to their front doors. even the nurses know. no matter how busy the night, as long as miss lance shows up-- thirteen’s pager goes off. lips tugging at a smile, those nimble fingers work at the bandage she’s trying unwrap as the hospital fades into the background.
“thought we had more than that.”
