rosewand:

♕ @prikza ･:*:･ﾟprompt.

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^{he’s hurt— and all she can think is well, it was only a matter of time. you don’t busy yourself with work like his and escape every time. at least she has a bit more experience with patching people up, even if she never set foot in france years ago. she tried, and now the nurse training might finally pay off.} 

^{❝    i’m gonna need to remove the bullet, it’s not gonna heal right if i don’t.    ❞}

^{try as she might there isn’t a hint of emotion in her voice. she’s a sweet girl, she shouldn’t ever have blood under her fingernails and yet she sounds so ready for it. queenie seems focused, determined. her steely resolve cracks only for a minute. she puts her hand on his and gives him an affectionate squeeze.}

^{❝    i got whiskey, you want some ??    ❞}

^{ADRENALINE  FADED ;    pain  dancing  along  his  chest  &&  shoulder ,  circling  where  bullet  lay  buried  in  pale  flesh.    the  italians  were  better  prepared  than  they  thought.   four  casualties  on  their  end.   thankfully  his  boy  wasn’t  among  them.   he  didn’t  want  to  drag  his  ass  to  queenie’s  house ,   but  he  didn’t  want  to  cause  his  girls  any  UNNECESSARY  WORRY.   it  was  hardly  the  first  time  he’d  been  shot ,   &&  he  knew  it  wouldn’t  be  the  last.}

^{shirt  had  been  removed ,   used  to  stop  the  flow  of  blood  from  the  gash  above  his  eye.   once  white  vest  stained  crimson  down  left  side.   HISS  slipped  through  clenched  teeth  as  pain  blossomed  after  an  attempt  to  roll  his  shoulder  back.          ‘     then  stop  talking  &&  get  it  over  with.   forget  about  the  whiskey  &&  get  me  a  belt.     ’}