“I’m not scared of you. And it’s sad that you seem scared of yourself.” (From eve to the creature; @mxrvelouscreations
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The Creature's life had become a delicate balance between careful and silent hiding and an aching loneliness that compelled him to reach out in some way. He watched the lives of the people who lived here through holes and cracks in wooden planks by day, and he did small favors and tasks for them by night. Little things... like building and repairing fences, bringing animals to them, harvesting grains and others types of food and fuel from the forest, and anything else he thought maybe their family might need. It felt good to do these things, but it did little to cure his loneliness. There was always that barrier between him and this family, and the fear that, were they to find out who their guardian angel actually was, they would reject him outright.
He tried not to let that fear control him, but the Creature was not yet brave enough to reveal himself. So, he waited each night for the family to button up tight within their home as dusk threatened to shift into night before he ventured out from among the mill gears that had become his own home, and the mice his only friends. He'd seen them bring in tools and things and smelled dinner cooking, knowing that soon they would retire for the night, not to emerge again until just before dawn to tend the animals.
Carefully and as quietly as possible, the Creature emerged from the mill gears and made his way out of the barn. Listening and watching for a moment, he was sure the family was all safe inside their home, for he didn't hear or see anything. That is... until he heard someone speak from directly behind him...
Adam made a sound of fearful surprise and whirled around, his still-uncoordinated legs twisting awkwardly as he fell backward, tripping over some wooden buckets which had been stacked near the barn. He fell hard right onto his backside and immediately cowered, bringing his hands up to shield his head which now hung bowed in nervous submission. Slowly... he lifted his head and peered through his shaking fingers.
A woman was standing there, looking so beautiful in the failing light of dusk. Her hair looked like it was made of sunlight, with gold threads in it that reminded him of its rays. Although he was temporarily distracted by her appearance, his brow soon wrinkled in fear of what she might do to him. Would she tell the others? Would they drive him out with pitchforks, shovels, and guns? Slowly, he got back onto his feet, bracing against the barn to make sure he didn't fall over again. Should he leave? He had no idea what to do...
She had said she wasn't afraid of him, though. Why not? He was, as she had pointed out, afraid of everything, in even his own body. Everything was new and scary and overwhelming to him, and he had no one to teach him except the tools of observation and trial and error. "Nnnot... a-fraid...?" he asked her tentatively. Did that mean he could stay? Surely she would yell at him now to stop lurking around her family's home... right?
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tw. suicide attempt, overdose, suicide notes, suicide ideation, it's an all round bad time ok
Frank closed his locker, staring at the letter in his hands. The others were tucked away inside it, still; they would be found. It wouldn't take much to break in, and the hospital kept all their codes on record, so… as he straightened, his back ached. That wouldn't a problem for much longer, at least. With an hour left to the end of his shift, he'd placed an order for the medication. He had collected it to hand off to the patient, who never even knew it had been prescribed. It would flag, sooner rather than later; he knew how Robby was on checking on what Frank ordered.
He didn't care. The man was wrapped up in a trauma, and so he'd taken his opportunity. Deliberately picked the muscle injury; insisted it was an easy case, had nobody monitoring him but the nurses, said nothing and put the order in himself. Then collected it, and sent the man home with the instructions for ibuprofen, ice and elevation. Ten minutes later, he'd slipped into the bathroom, swallowed down half the pills with a full can of Coke before he'd been needed again and now…
"Hey, uh, can you hand this to Robby when you get a chance? It's not urgent, you can leave it here for him to pick up in the morning. Abby insisted we invite him for Tanner's birthday party," he rolled his eyes playfully, "I imagine he'll love the balloons and paw patrol decoration on it." he hadn't seen the other man for the last ten minutes. Hopefully he'd packed up and gone home. He moved past people doing their charting, said goodbye, leaving the letter at the nurse's station. Then he looped back, sliding into a stairwell and beginning to climb, up, up until he reached the roof.
The sun was setting. A beautiful view. He was already feeling the effects, dizzy as he wandered across, dumping his bag and sitting down heavily so that he could lean back against a bar. Elbows on his legs and a low, almost comfortable sigh, waves of numbness buffeting him. He'd probably taken enough, but he pulled his bag close, yanking out a bottle of vodka, and grimaced as he sipped it. Then he grabbed the rest of the pills out, starting to tip them into his hands. A half hour or so watching a beautiful sunset, falling asleep up here… seemed a nice enough way to go. Not that he deserved that, of course.
"I remember one of the Halloween parties our neighbour threw... it was one of the first nights I remember talking to you and wondering if you had someone. Not that I could have done anything... but still." (from Leigh; Crow AU @mxrvelouscreations)
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Matt thought back, also remembering the first of a few parties like that he'd gone to for their apartment building. Their neighbor was something of an entertainer, always liking to throw parties for various occasions, and even though Matt was trying to go through school and training at the time, he'd made an effort to go to a few of them. That first Halloween party he'd gone to where he'd met Leigh... it came flooding back to him the moment she mentioned it.
"Hey... I remember that. You looked so cute in your costume," he said, grinning. "Nah, I didn't have anyone. I was still under the deluded impression that I was gonna be an FBI agent someday, so all my free time went into school and training. I ended up getting kicked out for not following the rules," he said with an embarrassed chuckle. "Well, this Halloween... I'm all yours. I've even got a costume already." He rubbed at one of his facial scars. "One with makeup that can't even wipe off."
"You're the new doctor right? I'm Dennis, though most people call me Whitaker. How have you been finding it so far?" (from Dennis Whitaker; @mxrvelouscreations
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Carter looked up from the chart in his hands, a pencil clutched between his teeth as he blinked. Day one, and he was already failing to blend in…
Clearing his throat, he retrieved the pencil and tucked it into his coat pocket, then folded his arms over the chart and nodded. “Yeah, I guess it was pretty obvious,” he replied, offering a wan smile. “I’ve been told you can take the Chicaǥoan out of Chicaǥo, but anyone can sniff us out from over a mile away.”
Nodding, he added, “It's nice to meet you, Dennis…I guess we have that in common.” Here, he tapped his nametag. “As in, I’m John, but most people call me Carter. Guess there’s something about surnames in the medical field.” Or just with himself, but that was beside the point.
Glancing around when prompted, his shoulders lifted. “It’s been, uh…eventful. Adventurous,” he offered, chuckling. “It’s technically less hectic here than County — the hospital where I last practiced — but at this point in my life, I’m looking for something a bit slower.” He glanced back at Whitaker. “If nothing else, I’m liking the anonymity thus far. If you were new at County, the nurses would’ve already found out your name, age, date of birth, social, and all your painfully awkward habits within the first half of your shift. But you? You actually had to ask if I was new, so that’s pretty promising.”
Maybe he wasn’t as out of his depth as he thought… After spending months in rehab, Carter wasn’t so sure he was ready for throwing himself back into the deep end.
“I- sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just- can I sleep with you? I mean- i mean can I sleep in here with you?” (Leigh for cop AU)
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Luther hadn't been asleep yet. He'd been mulling over everything that had happened with Leigh lately. Not in a bad way, but just... wondering if he was doing everything right with her. He was a police officer, not a counselor or a doctor, after all. Maybe Leigh needed more help than he could offer for her panic attacks and trauma-based behavior. Was he doing something wrong by just letting her stay in his house without trying to get her other help?
Well, so far things seemed to be going alright with her. She was slowly calming down, not jumping at every word or gesture as though he was going to hit her or yell at her. He knew it was gong to take a lot of time and effort to really help her, thought, and the worrisome thing was that he wanted to be the one to do it.
Luther was quickly realizing that he cared for Leigh... a lot. He hadn't said anything to her about it, however, because he figured that was the last thing she needed... another guy trying to date her. She had enough problems with men right now. That didn't stop him from thinking about her, though, and from feeling extremely protective of her.
He'd been lying awake in bed when heard the faint knock on his door. His brow furrowed a bit. "Yeah, one second," he called, getting out of bed and grabbing a shirt off the back of a nearby chair, slipping it on as he walked to the door. "Hey... Everything alright?" he asked. Upon hearing her answer, he nodded. "Yeah, sure. It's okay, I wasn't asleep yet," he replied, gesturing for her to come in. "You can have my bed, if you want. I can camp out on the floor. Are you okay, though? What's goin' on?" Surely there must have been a reason why she wanted to come in here with him. Nightmares, maybe, he supposed?
"Stop being difficult!" (To Noah from Leah; @mxrvelouscreations)
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"I will stop being difficult when you stop coddling me," Noah said, though he knew she meant well. He'd felt a little off that morning and was running a bit of a fever. As soon as that became known, Leah had flown into caretaker mode, telling him to rest and wanting to do everything for him.
"I am not dying, it is only a fever. Have you any idea how many I've had in my life?" he said as she brought him water and pushed him back down as he tried to get out of bed. "Leah... I am fine," he said, though he didn't know that for sure. Fevers could be anything from a slight cold to... to his nethicite poisoning acting up again, but he chose to believe it was nothing. "I am not an invalid," he insisted, though whatever breakfast she had cooking in the kitchen was starting to smell very good...
