sometimes i really think you have a death wish . @rbnvtch
there's a break in every human being, a line of resiliency, of ENDURANCE. outside of medicine, she'd be trained to find that point and push past it, to crawl beneath wire with broken limbs and keep going. it's wired into her, vigilance kept home from spine to gaze. her smile is still warm, the chuff of laughter like a breeze of life. a spark of intimacy behind the weariness of honey— maybe she was starting to lose her edge, exhaustion seeping into her bones like that. maybe that's the most tragic part about it, was how she could still soldier on for another double if someone asked her to.
❛ death hides when he sees me coming. ❜ god, she wished. she'd BEGGED AND BEGGED so many times, screamed into an empty sky, bled herself dry and still kept fighting. she tucked the iPad under her arm to give him her undivided attention. perhaps, too much as she reaches for his coffee cup ( he brews it better than anything around here ), and takes a sip. not too tired to mess with him. ❛ working two doubles in seven days isn't that bad, michael. i'm almost done. unless you're going to drag me out kicking and screaming. ❜ a playful glint, another sip and her index points in silent accusation.