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she’d been curious to see if he would remember her, tall glass of muscle and hard-worked skin who she’d met over a bar fight. not hers, coincidentally ( and rarely ) -- but his. lana can recall his battle wounds as easily as if they’d been mapped out yesterday. dash of crimson over a noble brow. a good man’s streak disguised beneath the murk of violent delights.
now it’s her turn. knee-scraped lady with a split lip and affectionate swelling across her cheek. she lounges with purposeful defiance in the waiting room of the hospital until she sees him -- because funnily enough, he never mentioned that he was a doctor. especially not while she was busy patching him up under the watch of her own four walls, considering herself some merciful medical saviour whereas he, seemingly, is professionally trained.
in the middle of swiping blood off her markedly redder pout, lana’s eyes distinctly narrow.
“ well hello, stranger. fancy meeting you in these hallowed halls. don’t suppose you know a doctor? ”
