rawounds

..   happy for you ..   [   the words are meaningless,   the room filled with anger and sadness.   their chest feels heavy—   restricting their ability to breathe well.    ]   really—   really happy for you igor.

@medicares,     [     the gravity of his words or situation really hits him.     consumed in menial anger.     wiping fat tears that threaten to leave his eyes.     ]      ...    i think im sober now.

[   a lump forms deep in their chest,   tearing their insides apart at igor's words.   ]   that's not wh—   okay.   yeah,   that's fine.    it's ..   [   it's better this way—   echoes in their head.   though the words never come out,   getting lost on their tongue.   ]

*   /   /    WHOOP

*       YAS plsspls

*   /   LMAOOOO YES PLEASE 

with a grateful smile,   they scribble down one more thing.   a small heart before they put down the paper and pen,   slowly moving into a more comfortable position so they can fall asleep once they get their mask.   ]   cпасибо.   [   dakoda whispers,   slightly butchering ..   the russian word.   ]

@CDNSPEC,      [    he squints at the page,    state of stupor makes it harder for him to understand the simple task.    letting quill's hand slip from his as he stands.    ]     Я не понимаю,    зачем тебе эта чертова штука.      but anything you desire,     quill.

[   feigning sleepiness;   dakoda rubs their eyes with their free hand,   discreetly swiping the tears away before taking the paper.   their scribbling isn't the best as they use their non dominant hand but they manage to write down ..   mask,   then i rest.   insecurity hitting them as they realize that they haven't had a mask on ..   at all.   ]

/   rubs hands together

@CDNSPEC    #    yes......    yesss. he's (unfortunately) high and let's out a few tears

do be more careful,   as much as i like your company ..   i'd rather it be when you're not sitting and receiving medical attention from me.   [   they laugh,   beginning to clean up their station.   ]

@CDNSPEC,     [    flexing his arm as he inspects it,    flashes of pain coming with the movement.    ]      thank you.     i suppose i should be more careful.

yes,   i've noticed.   [   amusement glints in their eyes when they look up,   finishing the wrapping of the bandage.   ]   you're all fixed.

and i thought i was supposed to be the babysitter.   [   they lean back in their chair,   a laugh escaping from their mouth as they eye igor.   ]   have you ever tried melatonin?   i should have some ..   somewhere.   don't worry,   they are mine.

@CDNSPEC,     i will make sure to hokd you to that.     [    the sight distracts him,    mind imagines tracing the darkened skin with his skin.    he yawns the thought away.    ]       just trying to is a chore in itself    ...    

of course.   i wouldn't let myself purposely get bad ..   i have a job to do.   [   tired eyes look up at igor,   dark circles underneath their eyes a little more prominent in the dim lighting.   ]   shouldn't you be sleeping?

[   the soothing feeling of their hair being stroked nearly lulls them into sleep—    fortunately,   they do not fall asleep and instead respond with a simple mhm.   sitting there in silence before lifting their head.   ]   mind helping me back to my room?   i don't feeling like ..   being here any longer.

@CDNSPEC,     [    wiping grease stained  palms on his shirt.    making sure it's clean enough before he moves to stroke at dakoda's hair.    ]      my   [ мать ]   always gave me this drink when i complained about headache.     it was carbonated and never helped.    but it was sweet.

[   a few minutes pass before a voice calls out,   hidden beneath their jacket.   ]   'm heads pounding so bad ..   god ..   i need a second before i ..   get up.   [   there's a strain in their voice,   head pounding at every small sound.   it's slightly disorienting and annoying.   ]

,̲,̲   @rawounds   ;   i feel as if i'm not easy to communicate with sometimes but thank you for saying that.   means a lot.

@CDNSPEC      that comes with the territory,     no ?      i believe its just the way you explain things.      plus you're easy to communicate with.

it's funny,   a lot of people say that but i feel ..   awkward in a way.   teaching people how to do medical stuff.   so much to say,   so little time.

okay,   okay.   thank you for letting me know igor ..   for telling me before i heard it from someone else.   [   in one swift motion,   they pull their mask down.   it's easier to hide their emotions behind the mask.   ]   do you ..   want a cup of tea?

@CDNSPEC       [     he stares down at the floor,     and shame file him.     along with anger,     its the first thing he hears after a confession.     'help'.      ]       no,     nothing that won't put you in danger.      i just    —     wanted to be honest.      because we're friends.

[   there's a hard pause—   filled with the sound of dakoda choking on their drink before "calming" down.   wide eyes staring at him ..   concerned.   ]   ..   is there anyway i can help?   as a friend ..   not your medic,   of course.   

terribly picker eater.    prefers vegetables over meat or any snack.    but his main lunch consists of milk and a cigarette.

puncture wound in his lower stomach,    the flesh is mangled and discolored.    it's one of the few things he's self conscious about.

mild backne he's had since high school.