#nightmdic

[5hroud]

[ @nightmdic said: " you want some soup? " ] [ prompt. ]

elliot sits on the edge of the medical bed, angled uncomfortably as blood seeps from his face, dripping onto the medic's clean floor. it fucking hurts. the last time he was in a medical situation like this, it'd been in prison. now, with his lip busted open, his eyebrow split and a cheekbone protruding from his flesh, the crimson-faced villain ( literally ) waits for treatment as he can barely hold himself upright. the medic isn't doing this out of the goodness of her heart. he holds an intimidating knife up to her ribs where it shakes unsteadily. he's unstable, after his loss. don't test him.

          " soup? " he laughs. he actually laughs at that. his face burns agonisingly. " i look like fuckin' soup, " is his conclusion, failing to answer her question. his expression falls, maskless, and he wheezes. " fix me up, doc. make me... eugh, pretty again. " fucking robert. still, the turn of events had delighted him. for once, he'd been caught off-guard. surprised. it doesn't happen nearly enough and if he didn't hate robert so much he certainly would feel some kind of appreciation. despite having escaped the hospital, he's in no gown, but sweatpants and a pullover that he'd demanded from someone he'd bumped into during his escape. " tell me. it... look as bad as it feels? " the knife wobbles in his grip.

[starseized]

@nightmdic said: "Well, that could have gone worse." (for winnie!)

“that’s true,” she concedes as she blows a stray bit of auburn hair out of her face, having come loose from its ponytail, “could’ve gone a lot worse.”

hands settle on her hips as she surveys the situation, giving her heart a moment to slow from its jackrabbit pace. once she stops feeling it push against her ribs, winnie turns to supply marie with a warm smile.

“once we’re all set here, there’s a place nearby that’s got the best hot chocolate in the city— you should come try it. i think we both deserve it after this.”

[godresembled]

@nightmdic asked ❝ rushed and desperate,  messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom ❞

His apartment is no place to take anyone — and he was deeply relieved that hers was closer, even if he doesn't like being in unknown territory.

But he isn't thinking about that — not too much — as he follows her inside, instead far more concerned with the way she feels pressed against him and under his gloved hands. With the way she feels as they land on her couch, only half undressed but enough for her to settle onto his lap, and he lets out a soft but appreciative grunt.

[infiniitefrequency]

@nightmdic asked: patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . For Bruce Wayne! loud and deafening silence | accepting

Bruce was gruff, pulling the tourniquet tight around the arm as he glared, "Of all the stupid, hair brained ... when i say don't go in half cocked, I mean it!"

Gloves had been tossed aside, along with cowl, the secret between them long since passed, "What did Jason do to get you to agree to this? Look at him now ... tell me he's breathing so I can kill him myself."

[snkts]

"What is this, some kinda conspiracy?"

[rvndrkhlme]

memes?

@nightmdic ASKED: ‘why would someone try to kill you?’

THE HISS between her teeth is sharp as the woman's forceps dig around in the small hole puncturing her chest cavity . it was too deep for her to get herself , the angle too awkward .

the question makes her snort , a wry if PAINED smile quirking up her lips . ❝ oh . how long is this gonna take ? ❞

[talvisoldat]

@nightmdic liked for a shitty thing!

"It feels like i'm seeing you more often than my therapist at this point." Bucky said with a small chuckle as he tried to make the silence a bit less awkward. Yet there was nothing saving it, it was always awkward to need stitches in the face. "I'm sorry i make you come here late for this....!"

[monenblogi]

@nightmdic - from dis

“... I was told to deliver this here.” Something about donations or charitable last wishes—honestly, Alex had hired someone to keep up with these sorts of things for them for a reason. Alex figured their agent was just lucky they were going to be in town anyways and could hand deliver the autographed books. 

... That or this was another ‘lesson’ on how to handle public appearances. Whatever. 

A shift between foot as they held the package out, clearly they weren’t that comfortable. “There is also a check in the folds to be deposited immediately.” Their own personal addition even if their agent had said that wasn’t necessary. But it seemed appropriate. 

“Please let me know if $700 is enough.”