☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It was unusually quiet.
Quiet for a morning in the homestead, at least.
The med-jack hut had been near empty, something quite odd in comparison to every other day, and the gladers could only wonder why it was so safe, for once. It was quite odd.
Tiredness often got the best of the gladers on earlier mornings, especially after nights drinking Gally's secret moonshine, and they would usually file into the hut, one after the other. Most of the time it would be a negligible injury — whether that be a cut or a scrape from the slicers, or a beaten thumb from the builders, or mud in a wound with the track-hoes; there was always someone or something to treat. Kennedy knew that incredibly well, by now. She had been a med-jack for around a year, and she knew how morning went. It was much like clockwork; routine.
However, that morning was different. Rather than being rushed off their feet, it had been remarkably quiet for the three healers of the glade. They were used to less work than the others physically, as they never exuded much muscle energy, but there would always be someone needing disinfectant, or a bandage. Even for the smallest of their injuries.
