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September 28, Tris
Sep. 26th, 2017 09:54 pmIt's been a long night. A long night and a long morning, and Hawkeye honestly can't remember the last time he slept properly. He's just finished a double shift at the hospital, and the nightmares had kept him up the night before that. He's had them since Korea, but it's been worse somehow lately, more real, too vivid. He doesn't know why and he doesn't want to think about it any more than he has to, so instead he throws himself into work.
It's early morning when he finally leaves the hospital, rubbing his hands over tired eyes. He hasn't bothered to change out of his scrubs, deciding instead that he'll stumble home and pass out face down on his bed instead. He's nearly at Bramford when he spots a girl on the street, seemingly headed the same way. At first he barely glances at her, more focused on successfully putting one foot in front of the other than anything else. But then he catches sight of the bruise clouding around one of her eyes, flicks his own eyes down to the broken tissue around her knuckles.
He stops and changes course before he can really think about it, moving to step into her path. It's probably none of his business, but she's just a kid and he's a doctor, and there's something in his DNA that won't let him walk away.
"Hey," he calls, gesturing her over, and when he gets a little closer he realises that he recognises her. He's seen her around Bramford a few times, and he's pretty sure he'd met her his first day here, though for the most part that whole day is a blur. Tris, his mind helpfully supplies eventually, and he's impressed he's managed that much in his sleep-deprived state. "You alright?"
It's early morning when he finally leaves the hospital, rubbing his hands over tired eyes. He hasn't bothered to change out of his scrubs, deciding instead that he'll stumble home and pass out face down on his bed instead. He's nearly at Bramford when he spots a girl on the street, seemingly headed the same way. At first he barely glances at her, more focused on successfully putting one foot in front of the other than anything else. But then he catches sight of the bruise clouding around one of her eyes, flicks his own eyes down to the broken tissue around her knuckles.
He stops and changes course before he can really think about it, moving to step into her path. It's probably none of his business, but she's just a kid and he's a doctor, and there's something in his DNA that won't let him walk away.
"Hey," he calls, gesturing her over, and when he gets a little closer he realises that he recognises her. He's seen her around Bramford a few times, and he's pretty sure he'd met her his first day here, though for the most part that whole day is a blur. Tris, his mind helpfully supplies eventually, and he's impressed he's managed that much in his sleep-deprived state. "You alright?"
