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(Female) (Seventeen) (Straight) (Second In Command/Slicer) ( Med Room) (Tags: Emma) (Mentions: tags)
Bree watched as her friend stared at her as if she was a stranger, making her body feel like a weight. It was an uneasy feeling, nothing the girl had ever felt before. When the girls first met in the Glade, it was an instant connection between them, almost as if the girls already had a relationship beforehand. But this now? This was different. This time it felt like Bree was being judged, but not opinionated, almost like a hard test. A military exam. It made her feel like she was standing on eggshells, but instead of eggshells they were shards of glass. Any movement at all would cause them to break even more, and dig into her skin. But those broken pieces of glass represented something. Their friendship. The girl felt a dramatic shift of chemistry change between them, and it wasn’t for the better. Bree wasn’t sure if it was because of what had happened to them both involving their escape, or if it was something much bigger than them. Whatever it was, she needed to find out because the girl did not want to lose her friendship.
She watched as her friend’s tears rolled down her cheeks, and Bree so badly wanted to hold her and comfort her, but there was a heavy barrier between them. Not physically, but emotionally. The poor girl couldn’t get herself to move, afraid of what her friend’s reaction would be. She was already anxious, Bree could easily tell but there was something else there that the blonde didn’t recognize, and that scared her. Did Emma not want her close? Her movements and expression seemed like she was rather uncomfortable as if she was forced beyond her will. But maybe that was just in Bree’s head. She was having a hard time figuring out what was real and not anymore, especially at this moment. Hearing her friend repeat her question once more confused her, it wasn’t often Emma repeated herself, almost never even. So why now? “I was trying to find you,” she said simply answering her question again, but this time with a hint of confusion. She wasn’t judging this girl, she was just a bit concerned and confused is all. Maybe she didn’t hear her answer in the first place? Ya, that could’ve been it, Bree was having the same problem with focusing on what people were saying around it. They all sounded like echoes in the wind to her. So maybe her best friend was in the same boat? The girl heard faintly what she said, and to be honest, she had no idea. The blonde was sure no one would be purposely avoiding sweet Emma, but Bree didn’t want to lie to her again. “I-I’m not too sure. I-I don’t think they are,” she answered quietly as well.
What happened next felt like a stab to the heart. And what hurts the most to the girl was she could hear the sincerity in the girl's voice, she was telling the truth. “How do you know you can trust them Em? You don’t know them.” Her tone came out a bit louder than before with her hurt clearly showing. Bree turned her head towards the nurse, who she guessed was Deanna by the way the auburn looked at her and caused a knot in her stomach. She didn’t trust this girl one bit, and it wasn’t just because Draco’s last words to her were to not just WCKD, something just felt off about her. “I don’t think you should trust them. Listen, I’m really glad you feel safe with them but something about this place seems too familiar. And not in a good way, so there’s no way I’m ever finding things to do here, especially for THEM.” She said firmly, making the last word sound disgusted. There was no way Emma was actually believing them right? She wouldn’t choose some stranger over her best friend, right? Right?!
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kellybelly1403 wrote:Cassie
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(Female) (Fourteen) (Straight) (WCKD employee) (WCKD medical room) (Tags: Hunter) (Mentions: Tags)
Cassie could see the sadness in the boy's face, she couldn’t even imagine how he’s processing this. The poor guy blacked out knowing and being right beside his friends, and now some of those guys are gone. She felt awful for him. She carefully placed her hand on his in comfort. She never did physical touch, in fact, it scared her and made her uncomfortable, but the amount of people she has seen over the past few weeks that have gone through all this makes her feel something she hasn’t felt in a very long time. Compassion. Yes, she felt bad for them over the years but she never fully understood it. But hearing these people's stories and seeing their pain brought that out of her.
She jotted down his pains in a neatly organized chart and listened to him carefully. What he was saying made complete sense. “I’m going to give you something for the pain, okay?” She said grabbing a syringe and filling it up with medication. “You’re going to feel a quick pinch”, she rolled up his sleeves, cleaned over the area with an alcohol wipe and carefully injected him, making sure to keep it as comfortable as possible. “What happened between you and your father?” She asked, noting everything he said. “I’m sorry, it’s too early to make that diagnosis. But hopefully, you will.”



