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no because i’m not over lrb like. Like whwat

what does love feel like to you ?

EVERYTHING.

nothing matters but this. not you. not them. this moment, this love that you've built, that is what matters. it is all that there is. you will do anything to keep it this way; no matter what line you have to cross, who you have to step over. the ends justify the means, after all; and for you, this is everything. they are everything.

#[ camilla hect. ] musings.#THIS IS.........#😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

it’s that time again. that time where all the white coats shuffle into max mayfield’s room ( he can see the doorway from the hall ) to assess, reassess, then file out into the hallway to chat amongst themselves placidly about her condition ( as if his friend weren’t actively dying not ten paces from them ). it’s been hours. every tick . . . tick of the overhead clock above ( now a symbol of despair ) was painstaking. there’s a nervousness brewing, buzzing in the air amongst their humbled little crew. . . tears had mostly dissipated ( not counting the occasional outburst ), but the shock remained for all of them, disillusionment growing with every passing hour . . . steve finds he is particularly peeved, arms pleated indignantly across his chest, foot tapping impatiently against tile. the bags under his eyes are beginning to weigh on the rest of his features amongst the smatterings of dirt, hair even wilting over his forehead like a plant that hadn’t been watered . . . fitting since his thirst of knowledge, for answers is now reaching a crucial point.

at long last, they come forward---- those hoity toity white coats with their clipboards, stethoscopes and glasses . . . he can hear the fanfare of the final judgment, breath now hitching in his throat. he even perks at the idea of quenching this thirst, but perhaps in vain . . . four out of five doctors now agreeing that max mayfield’s condition was beyond critical . . . and it was no longer a matter of when she would wake up, but if. incredible. they just let anyone become a doctor, don’t they? it’s worthy of note that under any other circumstance, steve would be able to keep his composure----- after all, cooler heads prevailed, this he knew well. but the cocktail of exhaustion, anticipation, remorse currently whirring in his head is enough to wear his last leg down to a nub. and without a second thought, he’s jumpstarted, jolted into action, bolting towards the exit.

he can already feel @robinbckley at his haunches. he throws the door ajar so that it smacks against the pillaring wall of the hospital. ❛ -----fine---- i’m fine! i just need some air. ❜ he snaps, keeping his line of perception in front of him as he continues. houston, we have a problem------ this powder keg is going to blow. best of luck, robin.

#* / ❛ sʟᴜʀᴘᴇᴇ ᴍᴄsʟᴜʀᴘ ᴘᴀɴᴛs! —— robinbckley #robinbckley #* season four tag tbd.#i uh......... hey #this is.........#gonna leave a mark