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her side is now lined with his work again, the scar will one day turn to faded white as a reminder of avoidable, of doing better, and paying more attention. for now, it will pull tight as she tries to put gauze over it. there will be minimal bleeding now but she can still hear the comments about infection and taking care of fresh wounds, said plenty of times before.

"one inch to the right and my intestines would have spilled." the sentence isn't meant to scare her, he's merely stating facts in the same way that he might have told her the weather. but she pushes against the discomfort with a fact of her own, reaching for the waterproof tape. "i don't think that's pertinent to the debrief."

"Correct." The simple word is a mouthful, makes use of the genioglossus, the mandible, the overlooked lips. One last suture to seal the wound to round out the headline of interrogation looming. There's nothing to hide. They've done nothing wrong. The fault isn't theirs. The task now is to ensure that's exactly what the report will indicate. There's no room for blurred lines, especially ones made of scar tissue.

"This was avoidable." Reminder. The gloves that are peeling off his hands are a testament to the facts. The best outcome occurred with what was given to them. The success of the result is due to him. The failure of the situation is due to Holly. Ivy is only the surviving patient if she remembers the proper order of the roles. "One second longer, you would've been on the operating table." But not DOA. He wouldn't have approved that.

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Basics

Full Name: Ivy Florence Emerson Birthday: February 14th Age: 31 Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Religion: Christian –Religious Level (1-10): 1 Birthplace: Mount Airy, North Carolina Current Residence: Undisclosed Temporal Bureau Location Height: 5’ 5" Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Hazel Sexuality: Bisexual Love/Romantic Preference: Commitment Issues  Relationship Status: Single Languages Known: Swedish, Danish, English

Details

Car: Dark Blue Subaru Outback Phone: Samsung Galaxy S21 5G Music Genres: Alternative, Indie, Cozy Cottage Vibes, Guitars and Yearning Singers Wardrobe: High necks, .  Estimated Net Worth: $40,000 Ransom Value: Such a good question! Accent: Eastern Coast, Hints of Appalachian Pronounciation

Bloodlines + Connections

Robert Emerson Sr. | Father, Brewery Owner Ellen Emerson | Mother, Deceased Robert Emerson Jr. | Brother, Deceased Theresa Emerson | Stepmother, Event Coordinator David Emerson | Stepbrother, Head Brewer Tobias Wexley | Partner, It's Complicated Margaret Wexley | Acquaintance, Vaguely

Levels (1-10)

Drinking: 4 Swearing: 2 Smoking status: 8 Drugs: 0 Cooking proficiency: 6 Intelligence: 8 Emotional/Social Intelligence: 6 Creativity: 7 Temper: 4

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the sting doesn’t fade away, whether by words or work. she should know better than to say anything about it. as though a watch it! would do anything to change the situation. bodily autonomy was a far away notion for people who chose their doctor, she had been assigned. thrown together by some grand design, meant to suffer just enough to remind that she was still human after all. she’s not the weak link, almost insulted by his insinuation. the only thing to do is keep her shirt pulled back, to pretend she hadn’t heard anything but the words themselves. you’re welcome almost escapes her lips, coated bitter with sarcasm and a lack of painkillers. but she keeps herself steady. 

“and we’ll do this all again.” because even if the research changes, if they sent out search parties that weren’t made up of more than young girls desperate to prove they belonged in the world of suits and secrets— someone would still cause this eventually. that was the human nature that medicine couldn’t quite solve. the variables, as it were. “information is only as good as it’s relayed.”

"The truth." Gloves are filled by the doctor's hands as their conversation cuts back and forth. Concise as always. There's no reason to deviate from what has proven to work in the past. Ivy's outline mirrors what he has already divulged, as it should. "The mission is under review," he relays, a piece of information that he has been given that is shared. It's not surprising. There will be no immediate answer without an inquiry performed. Just like the skin won't purse together without the proper stitching technique performed. A prick is given, acting like a period to his next sentence, "They'll find the weak link." Eyes meet for a second before the work begins. Don't let it be you.

They're bound by oaths and procedures. Some more than others. "The research is only as good as the information it's based on," he tells her within those parameters. Intel has multiple parts. Delphine's work is impeccable. He can't say the same for the one he patched up with a similar wound before their jump occurred.

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tobias wexley, medical doctor— here to make sure that she was well enough to continue her job. the annoyance in her expression does a poor job of hiding, etched across features that would otherwise be neutral.

"what did you say." they don't stray from the truth, there's nothing to hide in the job they're doing. but one of them usually writes these reports, and it is not the one prepping sutures. "target was armed." wild blades so rarely find their target, crimson so rarely left without a detailed response. but between the two of them, it was always obvious whose blood had to spill. "intel was bad."

"Debriefing." He looks at her pointedly, even if she doesn't match his eyes, too busy following his instructions to do so. There's a reason why she has that wound. It's the same reason why the Indigo team is being written up a summary of what to do next. They had a plan. They had contingencies. Improvisation gave way to consequences, some of them unnecessary.

The messenger bag against his side is opened. The suturing kit is easily found. "You'll be next once I clear you."

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it's rotten work. especially to me, especially if its you. i'll do it, but christ alive ( a celebration mix).

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the comment sets her on edge, a tension barely setting in her shoulder that only seemed to appear under the direct orders of those who were supposed to be equal. she doesn't let a comment leave her mouth, only turning towards the sink with a set expression.

she's gentle with the water, dabbing it against the ebbing blood on her side. the less said, the better. even saying she would stitch it herself was simply the same— prolonging the inevitable.

"where have you been?"

"Alcohol will delay the healing," he advises from what he's witnessed, stepping closer until he's past her, turning on the tap behind her. He tests the temperature of the water with his fingertips. Mild. Warm. Soap is next to the faucet. "Wash it, and I'll close it up. You're prolonging the inevitable."

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she's half-through sanitizing her wound, quick to turn away from him. "i'm not having this conversation with you. i will find you after i am done here."

"A first-aid kit doesn't include sutures in it," he informed, eyes drawn to the wound of the other.

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