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lovinglefthand) wrote2024-01-16 08:04 pm
lovinglefthand) wrote2024-01-16 08:04 pm
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Inbox: Pumpkin Hollow
An In-Character inbox for First Aid, chief clinician and surgeon at the Winterbottom clinic.
"I'm pretty sure there are stubborn old people and uncooperative patients in every time period," First Aid points out with a gentle laugh. "You can't make people accept care, you can only offer them options and education. Isn't there a human saying about that, 'you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink?'"
He gently rubs Bart's back, accepting some of his weight when he slumps in place. "Touya's interested in accepting help, so let's focus on him for now, okay? It's so noble of you to want to help everyone, but sometimes the best thing to do is to put your head down and focus on the steps right in front of you, you know?"
He gently rubs Bart's back, accepting some of his weight when he slumps in place. "Touya's interested in accepting help, so let's focus on him for now, okay? It's so noble of you to want to help everyone, but sometimes the best thing to do is to put your head down and focus on the steps right in front of you, you know?"
Bart huffs a small laugh, not quite managing a smile at First Aid's apropos assessment. When he opens his mouth again, it's with a curled lip and a thick Scottish accent, recounting one of the logs that his fathrr had left behind:
"I turned 80 years old last week. I thought I had another 80 in me, but marooned on this planet there's nae swappin' out of my liver when the old one fails. Here, I'm mortal."
Then he lapses back into his own normal, gentle speech pattern . "I have been. As much as I want to be useful, I seem to be failing more than I'm accomplishing. If I focus on just this one thing for a bit, then...then it should be better."
"I turned 80 years old last week. I thought I had another 80 in me, but marooned on this planet there's nae swappin' out of my liver when the old one fails. Here, I'm mortal."
Then he lapses back into his own normal, gentle speech pattern . "I have been. As much as I want to be useful, I seem to be failing more than I'm accomplishing. If I focus on just this one thing for a bit, then...then it should be better."
Edited 2024-07-21 21:29 (UTC)
First Aid sighs quietly. "I don't have the highest opinion of your father," Understatement, "But that's still a terrible way to go. He must have been so scared before the end, whether he admitted to it or not."
He probably didn't. Personalities like that think showing vulnerability is the worst thing ever. But that doesn't mean he wasn't feeling it.
He probably didn't. Personalities like that think showing vulnerability is the worst thing ever. But that doesn't mean he wasn't feeling it.
Bart's hand curls against First Aid's forearm, his shoulder against the other's side. "He'd never been truly vulnerable before. He tried to maintain this absolute death grip on control in spite of his rank meaning nothing at all and his orders making no sense. He was terrified, and bad at not showing it. I...I don't know if he ever really loved me, but it was hard, watching him spiral out. I want to hope that he didn't suffer when the leviathan attacked. Drowning is such a terrible way to die..."
First Aid gently strokes his back. "You feel that way because you're a better person than he was," he points out. "You cared, whether or not he did. That's a noble thing, Bart."
He sighs quietly. "I wish it hadn't happened that way, but I'm glad you got away from him. You deserve so much better."
He sighs quietly. "I wish it hadn't happened that way, but I'm glad you got away from him. You deserve so much better."
Bart laughs quietly, hollowly. "That may be so, but it feels bloody terrible."
The gentle gust of warmth from the sighed exhaust at least earns a small tilt of a smile. "I'm making better for myself here than I think I would have been able to back there. I would have made a lot of money, and almost certainly been deeply unhappy. I'm not a corporate sort of person."
The gentle gust of warmth from the sighed exhaust at least earns a small tilt of a smile. "I'm making better for myself here than I think I would have been able to back there. I would have made a lot of money, and almost certainly been deeply unhappy. I'm not a corporate sort of person."
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