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/  anxious 

@canniluvs  
            
               ** concerned :)

(   PLS CURIOUS  !!  )

I have so much thoughts on them but so little time to put all of them into a doc, why can’t I just dump everything here n call it done!!!!!

*  /      annoyance or confusion please!! you’re gonna do great  :)

@canniluvs  
            
            ** gimme  ( you will do fine , good luck )

I’m in the midst of exams…. Pardon me…

(     @heisaloser ;
            
            Under the light touch of the other—they cannot help but tense before relaxing.  A weak laugh emerges from their throat,  trying to find some hope in this situation.  Yet,  the way their chest constricts at the prospect of losing another patient,  it leaves scars deeper than others can imagine.  If they had the answers to everything;  perhaps it would be easier.  Though,  this is the life they have to live with.
            
            “They are alive—breathing.  I have done all I can for their physical state;  all they have to do is show bravery and strength in the face of death [if] they come face—to—face with it.”   Silence falls upon them,  eyes staring at the person lying still as can be in the hospital bed,  they ask that the All—Father guides them in their journey to come back to the moral world;  Valhalla shall not take this one yet.  “Do not worry,  I will keep you updated on their status.  You can rest now if you wish,  I do not anticipate anything happening today.”

@canniluvs,     life would have been a lot easier if we did,  right?    [    an awkward,  but light—hearted joke escapes.  in hopes to settle the atmosphere into something less tense.  he wasn't good with this,  usually speeches take time to flesh out and procure.  however,  thinking of anything to ail immediately was a struggle.  not as articulate as he was in the lab,  rambling off lists of numbers and theories.  his jaw flexes,  and the tension connecting both shoulders loosen.  hesitantly,  but still confident enough he presses a palm to the doctor's shoulder.  offering some semblance of comfort,    ]    you don't have to apologize.    /hey/,  you did all that you could.  keep me updated,  they're still alive right now so it's better to not give up.  alright?  

(     @heisaloser ;
            
            It is my duty to answer one’s call for help;   but I’m afraid I do not have all the answers.  (   There’s a grim look in their eyes—concealed by intricate layers their mask is made up of.  They cannot bear to tell the truth,  or provide false hope.  )   Only time will tell,  as I do not know myself  ..  I’m sorry.   I wish I had more answers for you.

YOUR HEART THUMPS AGAINST MINE, @canniluvs.
            
            
                          and to think some fancy doctor working from topside would think those things of a chembaron... what a lucky soul i am, huh? know that i love you in every life, for eons, until the end of time. it extends beyond the practical.  
            
            [ A SMALL, LIGHT HEARTED HUFF ESCAPES PAST HIS NOSE. REVNA IS CHEESY, AND HE CANNOT HELP BUT CRINGE A LITTLE AS THEY SAY THEIR LITTLE SPEECH. THOUGH, THIS IS THE WARMEST HE HAS EVER FELT. ABADDON REFUSES TO LET THIS DIE. ]
            
                          god, i love you. so much. 

(    I meant dear but whatever autocorrect ….

(     @chooseIife ;
            
            Blessings are upon me as I am with you,  and you are with me;   I have never felt so [loved] by anyone until I met you.  My life feels much more [alive] when I am with you—the future no longer scares me when I have you by my side,  dead Abaddon.  (   With ungloved hands,  their coarse,  and scarred hands reach to cup his face;   a smile gracing their rough features.  Though,  here with Abaddon,  they feel like the world’s most [wonderful] person alive.   )

(     @heraldedtech ; let’s take ibuprofen together meme just popped into my head.
            
            Bile rises in their throat,   they swallow it down along with their thoughts;   TO HEAL—TO CURE?  Changing one’s innate biology;  the very essence of who they were was not healing.  There’s an even worse thought circling in their head,  a way to finally free their body and soul from the deliberating injuries of their past.  A life without the need of a respirator,  a mask,  freedom of sight. 
            
            “You will not sway me easily,  Viktor.   This is not a cure,  this is not healing;   Greed in your endeavours to provide this “cure” will eat at your mortal soul.  Or what is left of it.”  The words come out sharp,  standing their ground on their beliefs.  The call of freedom is strong,  but they will not falter;  there is honour in death,  adorned in their scars.  There is none with Viktor’s way.

(     @buryhimgone ;
            
            Do not let your wounds end your destined fate;  it would be a shame if an infection prevented you from reaching your potential.  (   They ignore the tweezer comment,  making a point to push it towards them.  Seems like they are truly starting to believe the stubborn comment;  it is all for the greater good,   is what they repeat in their head.  )   Just [please] use the tweezers,  or,  you could let me do it and you could do the rest.  The way it is embedded will be painful to remove,  and time consuming with just your [hands].  So,  if you wish to swallow your pride for a few minutes,  I can do it quickly.  Or I simply watch you do it with the tweezers.  (   It was clear they were getting tired of this back and forth;  fingers itching to take over the medical care,  yet,  respecting his personal wishes and space.  )

@canniluvs,     [    vlayd keeps any other comment buried in his throat.  stuck in—between his lips and his esophagus,  but his stomach sinks slightly as perhaps he was a bit harsh.  except regret is better left to fools,  if he were to mistake himself as a saint that would be worse.  this was more fitting for him anyways,  he sucks in the right side of his cheek as he thinks.  purple irises,  originally blue,  would stare down at the other with a light scoff unable to contain itself and escape.    ]    no,    [    a compliant reply,  much more docile then the savage mutt silco had made him out to be.    ]    i don't need tweezers,  i can take it out with my hands.

(     @buryhimgone ;
            
            (   If it was possible—and professional,  Revna would have [sighed] in retaliation to the stubborn comment;   (though is he wrong?).  Rather than stoop to petty jabs,   they keep their word and keep their hands off the arm.  The subtle sound of clicking is heard as the magnifier built into their goggles,  zooms in on the wound.   )   Looks like it [should] heal on its own   ..   I see some glass shards embedded,  other pieces that could delay healing.   Does it hurt at all?   (   While they wait for an answer,   they dig around their bag for some supplies to pass over.  Medicinal salve,  clean bandages,   tweezers for the foreign objects.  )

(     @piltcversprcmise ;
            
            I’m fine.   My family is  (  …  )  rather dramatic when I leave for long periods of time.  They take my disappearance as either I am dead,  or I ran away.  (   Distain hidden in their voice at the mention of their family.   Rather than take it on her,  they turn their attention to their tools,  kneeling down to retrieve them from the ground.  )  is that what you are here for—to bring me back to them because you found me—or can I keep working.

ID.  CANNILUVS
            
            *  caitlyn's face turned stony ,  hands to her side rather than the rifle at her back .  she knew what it meant to have a uniform in the undercity .  she was proud of her uniform ,  of its' colors && what hope it brought to the people of piltover but in zaun it only stirred unrest .  the corruption within the force before her didn't add to things .  *
            
            . . .  are you alright ?  we thought you went missing .  they sent search parties .  

(     @piltcversprcmise ;
            
            If you think I came down [here] unarmed;  you would sorely be mistaken.  ( A quick flash of their pistol hidden behind their coat,  along with their House’s heirloom axe.  )  It is [dangerous] but I am fine.  You being next to me with [that uniform] is gonna put me in danger so,  keep it down.