we are all broken
Finn can’t help but laugh in her presence, weary even though he is, and he’s working is fingers into the thick ruff of fur around her neck when the voice shatters the moment between them, dragging him back into fevered reality. His eyes open slowly, Finn turning his head to gaze across at the nurse as if surprised to see her. Hard working as October is, he’s rarely seen anyone else in the clinic.
And while the nurse might be right in some of her assumptions - Finn is most certainly burning up under the additional body heat - there is no added stress (mental stress, at least), and he’s pretty sure his hygiene in this state is the questionable one. Of course, he absolutely can’t articulate any of this, so he settles on the obvious.
”She’s October today. Doctor Hart isn’t here, sorry.”
And while the nurse might be right in some of her assumptions - Finn is most certainly burning up under the additional body heat - there is no added stress (mental stress, at least), and he’s pretty sure his hygiene in this state is the questionable one. Of course, he absolutely can’t articulate any of this, so he settles on the obvious.
”She’s October today. Doctor Hart isn’t here, sorry.”
that’s how the light gets in
