#pjon;

[isaiahomehia]

something is wrong;

@afterhoursmedic

Even if he had said to Samantha that he was okay, he knew he wasn’t. He should have healed a long time ago, but as he would wake up and take care of his wound, he could that they weren’t getting any better, in fact, they were worst, it seemed disgusting and he could feel he was getting weak, which was something he had never felt before, since he was borh a werewolf, he didn’t know what it was like getting sick. Isaiah sighed, knowing that it meant he should look for help, but after knowing that Samantha was getting married, he couldn’t bother her to take him to the hospital, and Jeremiah was also someone he shouldn’t bother after their encounter at the center, just the way he had hoped himself to be, Isaiah would need to deal with it by himself. Asking for a taxi, trying to walk downstairs to get inside the car. He was a werewolf, one that hadn’t face any problems during the full moon, he wasn’t attacked by anyone with slver or wolfsbane, he was healthy or at least he should be. It really infuriated him that somehow he was more human than the werewolf he should be.

Heading straight to the County General, Isaiah left the car, sending one last message to Sam, saying he was okay before he crossed the door, this time not to tak to Katlyn about his daughter, but to take care of himself. He needed a doctor, heading straight to the ER, knowing he was slowly feeling weaker, he looked at the first person he noticed in front of him, he had a white coat, he was probably one. “I’m a werewolf, I’m not healing. This isn’t a case of silver, nor wolfsbane, I wasn’t hurted by anyone, I suffered a car accident, these wounds were made by glasses, which means I should be healing, and I’m not. You’re a doctor, figure it out.” He knew he shouldn’t be rude to the one person that could save him for dying of something that wasn’t suppose to happen. But he was frustrated, that life was constantly throwing bad things in his path, trying to make him suffer, perhaps because he wasn’t a father at all, he ditched his family from his family, he didn’t allow himself to get closer to people. Yes, Isaiah, you deserve it. He thought to himself, while he laughed on the outside. You’re getting what you deserve for being a terrible person.

[sawyerathbone]

@afterhoursmedic

While she was uncertain if that was the wisest choice, Sawyer really felt like going out and doing something, after all the things Jonathan had done to her and the fact she had had a better day after the tragedy that was the Founder’s day, she felt she could return the favor, by taking Jonathan out, even if this wasn’t what he would expect from the doctor. “You might hate my idea, but I hope you don’t. I just used to come here with my friends and it’s actually a place where I’m still myself, I’ll get drunk, probably, but I’ll be competitive and make fun of your face if I win, which might be what will happen by the end of the night. But, like me?” She opened a big smile as she looked at him while driving until she finally found a place to park. “And give me good surgeries back when we are working again,” she pointed for a second before laughing.

Making her way until the 10 Pins Bowling Alley, SAwyer opened the door, listening to the sound of the bowling balls hitting the pins. She had always been competitive and while it wasn’t healthy she enjoyed the amount of adrenaline filling up her body during those situations. “Here we are, doctor. Are you ready?” 

[sawyerathbone]

take my hand; jon+saw

@afterhoursmedic

While through the way until the festival Sawyer was still wondering if going was the best option, once she was finally inside of the center, listening to the music coming from the stage and people talking and having fun, she was instantly filled with joy, it was as if everyone’s energy was emanating to her body and for one moment everything was okay.

Looking at Jon, she widened her smile, grabbing his hand as she walked through the crowd. Even if at some point she would look for her siblings and friends, the only reason why she was there was Jon, so she would spend some quality time with him. “Okay, we have bad music playing right now because I dislike this band, but food and drink. So, I can only say we could start there,” she looked back as she shared her words with the tall man behind her before she pointed at the booth that was seeling alcohol right ahead of them. Anyone who’d see her by now could never figure that this wasn’t anything like the previous Sawyer, the one who was suffering from what had happened in the hospital. It seemed as if by the time she walked inside the center, all the bad things had been left behind.

Finally stoping, her eyes moved at him, still with a smile resting on her lips. “You said you were buying and we want to see if we are indeed in this together, so I’m allowing.” She didn’t mind buying anything for anyone, though the money was short and there was still a teenager inside of the Rathbone’s house, she knew she could have her fun once in awhile. “I hope your image of me won’t change as I start drinking, because that wouldn’t be nice,” she laughed, sharing her attention between Jon and what was happening around them. “I can only say I’m not as bad as I used to be as a teenager,” or after the break up. But that was something she kept for herself.