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virginianurse-blog reblogged
➝ // wcrdcddy .
‘ MA’AM – it is REALLY not that bad. I’m a big boy and can deal with this shit ma self. ‘
@virginianurse || starter call : accepting
❛ i didn’t say that y’couldn’t , just that you didn’t have to . at LEAST let me finish what i started ? it’d be rude to up and leave now that i’ve got the bandages all ready , see . ❜
➝ // virginiamedic
PRAY MORE , WORRY LESS , OUR FAITH MOVE MOUNTAINS ! ; ( you brought him home , by the pow’r of god. ) how sleep , when death & destruction seen , when responsible to save , but hundreds die at YOUR hand ! weeks of being home , of physician lay he down to sleep. of fingers moving rhythmically ‘gainst sore & raw , wounded , bruised back . where is belief in lord when loved comes back half - dead ? quick moments , mere minutes of sleep surround him , but he’s deep in dreamland now , near hour rounding , & nerves feel her small frame’s touch ! ❛ sm - smitty … ❜ & relive best friend’s death , convince yourself that your instinct wrong , that your god incorrect , that VIOLENCE was the answer ! he twists , he turns , restless , sweat collecting bare back , felt as if blood wound fresh . body perceives GENTLE pat of kindness as enemy . & as if possessed , sudden jolt , eyes close , he’s back in okinawa ! FORGIVE ME , FATHER ! ; bruised fingers inch upwards , felt along bird - like arms , ‘tween elbows , gripping when shoulders reached . he pushes hard , sweat drips across forehead , nails digging into flesh. something PRIMAL & man exhales , in agony , as if it might keep comrade from demise. knee rolls over , atop her thigh , pushing down , to keep minimal movement. press tighter ,& @virginianurse !
QUESTION : WHAT DOES SHAME TASTE OF ? ANSWER : NOT THIS , LORD . NOT THIS . see , dorothy has a first hand look at what the WAR does to you . how it don’t matter if you come home — you don’t leave it behind . it creeps into your nightmares , your skull . getting rid of the war is a slow process . dorothy wants to BE there with him , for every step of the way . so there is no shame in being here , with him . nothing that ought to be PUNISHED . this is what you DO when you care for someone .
sleep finds her , eventually , ( she’d been so nervous about sleeping next to him the first time , but it’s WELCOMED , now ) but not for long . waking up tastes like this : pressure , confusion . at first , she doesn’t UNDERSTAND what’s going on : he hovers over her , nails so DEEP into the soft flesh of her arms that dorothy thinks she might bleed . oh , OH . the war drips from his sweaty forehead , lives in the ANGRY , scared line of his mouth .
❛ desmond — ❜ it is a HALF - panicked exhale , pain blossoming like a thorn’d rose along her arms , her neck . she can FEEL the bruises , the strong weight of him . there is SLEEP in his shut eyes , and she UNDERSTANDS this . a soldier’s curse . dorothy tries to breathe . ❛ des — desmond , you’re SAFE , you’re not — you’re just dreamin’ , desmond , please — ❜ she can’t get her ARMS free , gasps in an inhale . needs to wake him up . ❛ it’s DOROTHY , desmond , y’gotta wake up , okay , you’re — ❜ a wince , the swell of tears . it hurts . ❛ desmond ! ❜
virginianurse-blog reblogged
@virginiamedic loves me
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' i love you. ' !!!!!!!
the clock reads 11 : 45 . in the SAFETY of her dimly - lit home , there is an comfort dorothy knows will not BE there , come morning light . she UNDERSTANDS this , comprehends this . but it doesn’t make it ANY easier , does not lessen the knot in her chest .
i love you , he says , and dorothy is so OVERCOME she could weep , could fall to her knees , PRAY to god , to an angel , to desmond if she had to , just to convince him to stay . i love you , he says , and dorothy nearly responds : then why would you LEAVE me ?
but that’s not fair , that’s not fair at all . she knows this , too . the war calls to him like a HUNGRY tide , desperate to swallow just a little more land . i love you , he says , and dorothy wants to say THE WORLD DON’T DESERVE YOUR HEART , but she keeps her mouth shut for a few moments longer , lets the silence after his sweetness warm her cold shoulders , the nape of her neck . how lucky is she , to be loved by such a SOFT boy , with his soft drawl , his soft heart . how lucky she is to have him at ALL . should be fine with that .
dorothy knows being greedy ain’t what the lord preaches , but she is only HUMAN . humans ache .
i love you , he says , and her laughter is sadness - soaked but sweet . she reaches for him , touches the smooth of his cheek with the gentlest of fingers . holds him there , for a second — he’s by her window , ready to go for the night . they’ve only got a few left . ❛ get home safe , y’hear ? i’ll be by in the mornin’ with breakfast before my shift . ❜
- ̗̀ toni owns my ass → @virginiamedic ! ̖́-
are you alright ?? oh no , that’s not mine — i’m fine . thank you for askin’ though , ma’am . what do you need ? m’belt . i lent it to the boy who had the — had the accident . my pants don’t hold up so good without it . well uh — i don’t have your belt . no i know that ma’am it’s out there , it’s right out there with the boy still . okay — i’m just here to take blood . i’ll give you mine .
not sure how i’m Feeling™ about my psd : ///
