#mcmachine

[surgeonsoath]

@mcmachine​ paged Jackson Avery

“I’ve been staring at the same scan for the past twenty minutes. If this was Mark he would have figured it out by now.”

[crappyodds]

softer prompts .

@mcmachine​ said: “ i can stay, if you want. ”

one of the hardest parts of rehabilitation has been the frustration. learning how to walk again has been one of the worst parts of this entire thing, if she’s honest. her body has to relearn how to do it again after being bed bound for so long. her body has almost forgotten every important, basic body movement. hand rehabilitation had been the first part, she needed her hands as well as her legs but ... 

she sighed, quietly, glancing to the side to look at april. head dropped a little between her shoulders and she breathes in, teeth pressing firmly against her lower lip. “will you, please?” because she doesn’t know if she can do this part on her own. she’s frustrated and she just needs a friend to stand by her side.

[angerbuilt]

@mcmachine​​ & starter call

“it’s barely a scratch,” she mutters quietly. hand lifts to wipe the blood from the cut stretching across her face. she’s not sure how it keeps happening but somehow every time she gets hurt, they end up catching her right across her scar. it always reopens and it always hurts more than the last time. “it’ll heal.”

[meddled-a]

@mcmachine​   ​ //     s.c.

                  jackson  rushed  to  keep  up  with  april.  “  i  forgot  to  send  the  bunny  lovely  with  harriet.  “  he  rubbed  the  back  of  his  neck,  also  offering  the  coffee  he  had  picked  up  for  her.  being  around  her  was  easier  than  it  had  used  to  be,  especially  if  the  focus  could  be  trained  on  their  daughter  and  not  his  own  feelings.  he  cleared  his  throat,  almost  sheepish,  “  for  the  last  few  nights  she  hasn’t  slept  without  it.  didn't  want  that  to  give  you  any  trouble.  ”

[ficktionz]

@mcmachine​​         ,         arc   i.  

 ❝      if    it    makes   you   feel     ANY     better ,        i    had   a   child   throw    up    on    me   today        .        .         .         .       ❞              that’s    what    he    gets     for     being   in         THE    PEDIATRIC FIELD. 

[defectiveparts]

@mcmachine / liked.

          waking up in a strange bed wasn't exactly a new thing for buck, especially when accompanied by the sterile smell of a hospital and sheets that felt just a tad too scratchy. he's not surprised at all when he blinks his eyes open to the bright fluorescent lights of the room, nose wrinkling slightly as he swallows. oh, wow. that hurt. it filled in some blanks, though, allowing the memories to filter in from what had happened before he fell unconscious. he had been at a call, stuck in a burning building, and he'd taken his mask off to give it to a kid.. smoke inhalation. and..? he blinks, realizing rather belatedly that a doctor was in the room looking at his chart.   "wha---"   oh, jesus. he has to stop and clear his throat, wincing slightly at the burn, head tilting back into the pillow for a long moment.   "what's the damage, doc?"   and yeah, he sounds like he gargled glass shards, but it's just an occupational hazard at this point.

[solarsought]

Alaska was surprised when he got home and his sister told him. A newcomer one who had been from the town he grew up in. He didn’t know her but from what Lou said she knew her well so he was curious and wanted to go meet her. He comes inside smiling at April as he makes his way over to her. "Sorry I wasn’t part of the welcoming committee I got back from a run. Welcome to Hilltop you must be the one my sister knew I guess it’s a small world. I’m her older brother I know we probably never met I’m Alaska.”

@mcmachine // starter

[highschccldropout]

@mcmachine​ from [here]

April was surprisingly good at this. It shouldn’t be surprising, really. She dealt with traumatized people all the time, Dean was sure. Hell, she had enough trauma of her own. But he was not used to this...support. He knew Sam would give it to him, if he could bring himself to ask for it. But he couldn’t lean on his little brother like that. He had to be strong for him. April, though, could see this side of him. For some reason, he could let her. He managed to keep himself from flinching at her touch; her hands were softer, gentler and more feminine than the touch he was afraid of. “He was...I saw him. I was back there, I...” You’re out you’re out you’re out. He tried to listen to her and do what she instructed. He was afraid to close his eyes, so he focused on her face as he forced himself to breathe in and out a few times, until it got a little bit easier, and he could do more than gasp.

“Sorry.” Was the first thing he said, once the flashback faded into the background. He rubbed at his face to hide the wetness of his eyes. God, he hated being weak. “I don’t usually...It’s been a while since that happened.” It had been a while since Hell, and part of Dean felt like it was ridiculous to still be affected by it. But the real reason it had been a while since he’d had a flashback to Alastair’s torment was because he’d learned to avoid certain triggers. “I just...there are some songs I can’t listen to anymore.” It had come on the radio, one of the songs Alastair had liked to hum to him, while he worked. They’d been having a nice night together and of course Dean had to ruin it. “M’sorry. You don’t have to...m’okay now.” He didn’t know why, but he had the urge to tell her everything, shit he didn’t talk about with anyone, ever. He bit his tongue. April didn’t deserve to have that put on her. What would she think, if she knew he’d been to Hell? Didn’t that damn him, literally? He didn’t want her to look at him differently. Especially if she found out about the things he did down there.