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message 1: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 445 comments a place to cure some all woes and wounds.


message 2: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 366 comments
Sorin would have prided herself in putting people in the infirmary, not the other way around. A fact that she would definitely have to rectify and pay Will back for. Plus, hobbling around was downright embarrassing. The awkward walk did not do anything for her glutes or her legs at any angle and she was not a big fan of it. On the upside, at least she didn't have to go through a shitty punishment — literally. All she had to do was shove food into a trough and move on. Not too bad a punishment, as far as they go.

She was seated, waiting to get her ankle rewrapped. Lord knows she couldn't do it herself. The last time she'd attempted to, the wrapping had been too loose and she'd nearly sprained her ankle again.



Me, Myself, and I | 168 comments
Linc wasn't quite sure what he was doing, to be completely honest. Which was probably an accurate statement for ninety-four percent of his time alive, but at the Academy, that shit was especially true. He didn't have the booze to keep him going, didn't have his sweet baby girl's face to remind him what the actual shit his purpose was. Though that last part wasn't completely true - her picture burned a hole in his pocket every minute of every goddamn hour, but he'd yet to bring himself to look at it. Mostly because? He was a fucking failure who was struggling to keep his shaking hands concealed from everyone around him, though it wouldn't be hard to smell the withdrawal from a mile away. Linc sure as hell didn't deserve to touch her picture, not right now, not like this. Not when he was a mess barely being held together.

Walking into the infirmary, all Linc knew was he needed whatever kind of painkiller they had to keep him going, keep his mind from getting too hazy with need. Preferably something strong, but he'd take whatever he could get his hands on. And of fucking course, who else would be sitting there but Sorin? Like he needed this bullshit right now. Raking a hand through his hair, he took a seat as far from her as physically possible considering they were confined in the same room. "Well, that's a great way to start out, huh?" He didn't even know why he was trying to be semi-civil with her. Maybe it was just the hope that one day, her and her family would come to accept him? Probably not. Hope was for assholes.



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