#priveyes

[nuuuuurse]

"I'm sorry, but we absolutely cannot disclosure a patient's medical records. to anyone."

arms remain folded over her chest, steady eyes glaring at the man before her with reprimanding demeanor. she's figured by now that this gentleman is a private investigator of sorts ( she's good at observing people, better than she is at talking to them ), and because she has a PhD in dealing with her ex husband and his tendency to always underestimate her, Heloise has grown an expert at standing her ground around men. that, and years of them assuming she's just a pretty face with no brain, have made her an expert in the art of resilience.

" and, by the way, you asked before to speak to the Chief Nurse -- that'd be me. i know, shocking." @priveyes

[cityserve]

ㅤYOUR HAND IS SHAKY as it presses against the wound at your midriff, fingers slick with blood that seeps between them in lazy pulses. it's funny — they talk about how being surrounded by death, being close to it yourself, makes you think that much harder about life. it sounds like a cliche. but they're right.

ㅤafter all these years, what do you have to show for it? a badge you wear day in and day out, and not one person to show it to. no family, no real friends. not anymore. your whole life, you've wanted to be the hero, wanted to help others — and yet, when push comes to shove and you arrive at what seems like the end, you have no one.

" clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. " @priveyes

ㅤkelso's voice cuts through the air louder than the gunshot that had caught you several minutes earlier, bullet now lodged somewhere in your abdomen. maybe it's the demanding nature of his tone, or simply the familiarity of his voice, but something breaks you from your stupor just in time to catch a handkerchief and some tape that kelso had scavenged from a nearby drawer. at least holing up in this bank office, awaiting the next scuffle with the current perps at large, gave you time to slap the cloth over the open wound and tape it down. it'll hold until the paramedics arrive.

ㅤ" thanks. " concise as ever. " we should move in on them, not the other way around. i'll try not to slow you down. "

[ad1er]

"ah - ah," one hand flies upward to press towards him, palm-forward as she looks over the tips of her fingers at jack kelso. "if you are going to ask me a question, you have to buy me a drink. it's my rate." heaven shield her from ever answering a probing little detective-type without having made him buy her something. a drink is on the low end ; irene isn't planning on putting up much of a fight.

@priveyes

[shiitb4lls]

@priveyes : lyric starter. dancers by black country, new road.

"you recognize their faces, but once you think past that ... all the elements, well, they're just gone."