#yvonnesrespite

[zayne-snowman]

Professionalism; That’s what the staff at Akso are known for. Always efficient, careful with their patients, and mindful of whatever situations or circumstances are thrown at them. They’re held in high regard, especially Dr. Zayne. Many would be intimidated by him. Even those who’ve known him for a while can be a bit spooked by the guy on occasion. Then there’s a few that have the “guts” to mess with him without the fear of facing his wrath.

Because there isn’t really much wrath there. Though that’s only known by a certain “inner circle” at Akso. Dr. Zayne, Greyson, and Yvonne. They’re very well respected and admired, but they’ll be damned if there’s a day where any of them are working together and there aren’t at least some form of workplace shenanigans. Sure, a little random rubber duck on a desk can bring a laugh in most workplaces, but there’s a bit of a, erm, unique sparkle to whatever the hell happens between these three. Though, Yvonne is usually going a liiiiittle beyond with her jokes. In harmless ways.

Mostly harmless.

Today she has the perfect plan. Poor Zayne. She’d usually give Greyson the worst of it but he’s out and busy. So she decided to poke the polar bear, aka “Zayne the Terrifying.” Not terrifying. Just has a real bad case of resting bitch face but honestly, who wouldn’t have that after the grueling and tedious years of med school? 

On this glorious, g l o r i o u s day, Yvonne walks down the hall and sees Zayne headed in the opposite direction to pass her. As they pass each other, she greets him with a casual “Good day, Slim Zaynie!”

And she just keeps walking to wherever her duties called her, as if the nickname wasn’t out of the blue (of Astra’s left t-).

With all the time Zayne has spent in the hospital with Yvonne around, he can say that he's used to her random mischief and general silliness, which is welcome in an environment that can get quite heavy.

The first time they interacted, he wasn't sure if he could ever get along with her, but by now, he finds it strange and sort of empty whenever she doesn't have a shift. He could say she's a friend.

That doesn't mean her antics have become any less impactful, if anything, since now she knows him better, she can mess with him more effectively.

He heads towards his office, seeing Yvonne walking in the opposite direction. He nods as a greeting. Then hears her.

He furrows his brow, turning around.

"Pardon? What did you say?" He doesn't ask in an angry way, but in an extremely confused way.

If he heard correctly, what does that nickname even mean? Slim? He hasn't been skipping his workouts. Or is she trying to 'gaslight' him (a word Greyson had to explain to him) like that one time when Yvonne made him believe his tie was blue instead of green?

[talia-sings]

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@yvonnesrespite

Talia listened intently to Yvonne’s words, her heart a mix of relief and lingering anxiety. The nurse’s understanding and empathy were palpable, and it eased some of the tension that had been coiled within her. She nodded in acknowledgment, grateful for the thorough examination and the care Yvonne had shown.

Taking the notes from Yvonne, Talia read through the recommendations carefully. The idea of home remedies and vocal rest seemed manageable, and she appreciated the practical advice. Honey citrus tea and lemon water—simple yet effective. She could almost taste the soothing warmth already.

With a small, appreciative smile, Talia gave Yvonne a nod, indicating her understanding and agreement with the plan. She scribbled a quick note on the paper, her handwriting neat and precise despite the slight tremor in her hand:

Thank you for your kindness and understanding. I’ll follow your advice and take good care of my voice. Hopefully, I’ll be back to singing soon.

She handed the note back to Yvonne, her eyes conveying the gratitude she couldn’t voice. The nurse’s reassurance had given her a glimmer of hope, a reminder that this was just a temporary setback. Talia resolved to follow the instructions diligently, knowing that her voice was her most precious gift.

[hellions-haunt]

“Hm.”

Yvonne ended up downtown late at night after one absolute doozy of a shift. And now she’s awkwardly bumped into this white haired edgelord in a certainly musty trench coat. He looks greasy to her. Maybe that’s blood from a fresh murder but she’s too tired and assumes he’s a greaseball.

“Man, Hot Topic should start selling shampoo.” She mutters to herself. Would he hear it? Most likely. Does she care? Nah. Not in this state. Girlie’s gonna continue to walk like she didn’t just smack talk the lord of crime all alone. Just another day in Linkon.

(Hhhhheeeyyyyy ggGgGiiRlllLlLLLIiiieeeeE, cmMMMerRE girliEEEE~ Mun)

The 'greaseball' in question does in fact catch the nurse's mutterings, at first willing to let the accidental bump go until he heard what she'd said. He raises an eyebrow as he turns around to take a better look at who it was that bumped him.

Ah. It was that nurse.

Interesting.

"Do you have any recommendations?" he asks out loud, very clearly to her, in a sincere tone. His arms are crossed and he stares her down with a curious, waiting expression. "I just happened to be on my way there. Care to join me?"

[zayne-snowman]

Yvonne, please, refrain yourself from bringing more cursed objects into Akso. If you want something pink, I'll buy you some pink pens, there's no need for this.

If she goes through with this, Greyson, I expect you to get rid of it.

[jeremiahofphilo]

Walking into the flower shop with a look of pure, unadulterated rage on her face was none other than one of Akso's finest nurses (let her gloat, she needs it), Yvonne. Her lanyard swung wildly from her neck. She probably forgot to remove it in her rage.

SLAM.

She slaps down a rather generous tip and looks Jeremiah dead in the eyes. While the woman doesn't have an Evol, her gaze sure could burn holes into someone's skull if she tried hard enough. A bit of a contrast to her usually bubbly and respectful nature.

"I just worked a long, exhausting night shift, the bags under my eyes are designer, and I JUST found that this guy I went on a date with actually has a girlfriend. So..."

She slides the bill to Jeremiah.

"While I swore the hippocratic oath, that doesn't stop me from asking you to help me say a big, juicy, scathing 'fuck you' in flower. Whatever the cost, my wallet is ready."

(hE HAD IT COMING, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME)

Jeremiah perks up at the sudden aggressive entrance to the shop, half expecting an angry bride upset about some florals. A nurse in uniform isn't what he expects, especially not in the nature she's speaking.

He's struggling to maintain professionalism as she is speaking, mostly because he finds the outburst just a tinge hilarious, maybe even adorable. Still he feels bad. It's not the first time he's attended to broken hearts requesting such things.

"Ma'am, firstly, I'm sorry about that. I have a few things that may help. You've come to the right place."

He doesn't take the money, immediately and slides it back. "Let me grab some things, you can hold on to that for now."

For a few minutes he draws away to the back room, then returns with a few varied bouquets of flowers. Today's less urgent orders, maybe even the urgent ones, could wait. He lived for this stuff.

"If you don't mind waiting I have an idea. I can whip something up."

For now he pulled a rose stem from the bouquet he kept at the front desk for kids, hunters, elderly, and situations like this, and handed it to her. "On me."

[just-a-normal-crow]

Honestly, these last few shifts have Yvonne tired as hell. Eight cups of coffee and maybe a sacrifice of her very soul later she finds herself standing in the courtyard. Usually it’s occupied by at least a few others, but it’s empty for now. The nurse spots her bird friend hanging out on a tree nearby and approaches it while reaching into her pocket.

Nobody’s around so they CANNOT call her a nut. She’s gotta stay at the top of the food chain here after all.

She takes something shiny from her pocket; a pin of a crow napping in a heart shaped nest. “Got it at a farmer’s market during my lunch break the other day. It reminded me of you, lil birdie.” She lets out a tired but tender giggle and stands on her toes to give the crow a little smooch on the top of its head, then the tip of its beak.

“Why can’t my dates be as sweet as you? You always listen, you bring me shiny stuff too, and like, your feathers are really soft.” Aw, she’s attached to her bird friend! “Maybe I can "princess and the frog" it up in here. If I give you another kiss, would you turn into a pretty royal and sweep me away?”

Another tired laugh leaves her at the thought of such a far-fetched scenario. “Who am I kidding, I’m not a princess. But I know that I would love to take a nap right now.”

At this point, the crow has made a habit of hanging around this part of the courtyard whenever it has some downtime. It's an unexpected twist to its routine, but ever since one of the nurses struck up a friendship with it and started treating it like a somewhat more interactive sounding board for hospital gossip and exhausted rants, it's found that 'socializing' like this wasn't that bad.

(It certainly wasn't because both the man and the intern occasionally handing the crow have both become invested in hospital gossip and were eager for me, no ma'am. Hospital gossip has certainly not become some kind of communal interest at Onychinus HQ.)

It snaps out of power saving mode upon Yvonne's arrival, perking up and stretching out its wings. It's interest is piqued by whatever it was she was searching her pockets for. It hops down to a lower branch, curious, and hoping it wasn't more seeds. The engineers were starting to get annoyed by its chassis always being full of food.

The design of the pin catches it by surprise. It moves its head down to take a better look, and there was a visible temptation in its eyes for it to take the shiny thing.

But it doesn't--the kisses take it by surprise, and it turns its attention fully onto Yvonne as she laments and muses about dream scenarios and wishful thinking.

(Both the man and the nosy intern sit at the desk. They'd love to ask about Yvonne's day because surely there's a reason why she's talking about all this, but it wasn't as though they the means to without arousing suspicion or alarm.)

There isn't much that the crow can do to help Yvonna get some rest. At most it flies off briefly, making haste because it knows she doesn't have that much time for a break, before returning with a little something in its beak.

It's a small prepacked cookie, still sealed, like the ones little kids get as treats. It offers it to her, a little hopeful.

(There's a small heated discussion breaking out between the man and the intern. Don't mind them, they both just think they're right.)

[luk3nk13r4n]

Heyyyy Dark Mode Team Rocket! Yv’s mun here and I got an important question:

Whose turn is it with the Xbox?

That’s all. Don’t perceive me anymore after this 💕 I’ll 💕 🐛combust 💕💕 and 💕 shrivel 🐛

K: It's my turn. Luke played last. L: It's literally not. I won the last match, which means I get to play first today. K: Precisely because I lost, you should let me go first. (¬_¬) L: In your dreams! Gimme the controller! (•`ᴖ´•)

Kieran raises the controller above his head and palms Luke's face away from him. Luke, in retaliation, kicks him off balance. Kieran grabs his sleeve in the last moment and they both fall to the floor. The controller skids out of their reach, but they're too busy fighting to care. Looks like no one will be playing the Xbox today.

[talia-sings]

Talia’s heart fluttered like a trapped bird as Yvonne led her into the small examination room. The sterile white walls seemed to close in, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzed in her ears. She perched on the edge of the examination table, which offered little comfort. The room smelled of disinfectant and uncertainty.

Her voice, once a velvet ribbon weaving tales of love and longing, now lay dormant within her. The cold had stolen it, leaving her with a raspy whisper that mocked her. Talia glanced at Yvonne, who sat at the desk, fingers dancing across the keyboard. The nurse’s eyes held a mix of empathy and clinical detachment—a tightrope walk between compassion and duty.

Assess what damage I can, Yvonne had said. Talia wondered if the nurse understood the magnitude of those words. Her vocal cords, delicate as harp strings, had betrayed her. The divorce had been a tempest, tearing through her life like a cyclone, and now this—a voiceless mermaid seeking solace in a sterile room.

Talia opened her mouth obediently, revealing the raw edges of her throat. Yvonne’s gloved hands probed gently, tracing the contours of her throat. The tools—innocuous in appearance—held the promise of answers.

She met Yvonne’s gaze, willing the nurse to read her silent plea. Please, let it be nothing. The room seemed to hold its breath as Yvonne continued her examination. Talia’s eyes wandered to the window, where sunlight filtered through blinds, casting a fractured pattern on the floor. She longed for the stage, the warmth of the spotlight, the swell of music enveloping her.

But here, in this sterile cocoon, she faced a different aria—one of vulnerability. Talia clung to hope, her spirit unyielding even as her voice faltered. Maybe Yvonne held the key to her redemption, a bridge back to the songs that defined her soul. Or perhaps this was her final encore—a whispered farewell to a life she loved.

As Yvonne’s fingers withdrew, Talia closed her eyes, willing the universe to be kind. The nurse’s next words would shape her destiny. For now, she surrendered, a diva stripped of her song, waiting for the verdict that would echo through her fractured heart.

@talia-sings:

In the muted light of the hospital room, the diva of the opera world sat in silence. The woman, whose voice once commanded the stages of the grandest theaters, now found herself grappling with a silence that was not chosen but imposed. She had woken up one day with her voice completely gone, muting the soaring arias and the delicate melodies that were her life's work.

From her perspective, the hospital was a world away from the velvet-draped backstage and the spotlight's warm embrace. Here, the sterile white walls were her only audience. She has never been a fan of hospitals, at all.

Still, however, Talia looked at the young nurse running the reception desk and smiled charmingly at her, keeping her fear at bay. She was here to get her throat checked up, just to find out why she had lost her voice.

Copy, paste, save. Copy, paste, save. Click, drag, shift and ugh, why are spreadsheets so mind numbing?! A scrutinizing gaze befalls the paper in the nurse’s hand at the reception desk. Anyone walking by would instantly clock this young lady as the mean girl type. Ironically she’s more commonly known as one of the sweeter nurses there. Her – for a lack of better words – resting bitch face tends to emerge when she’s handling spreadsheets.

A spectral tickle on the back of her neck draws Yvonne’s attention from her personal spreadsheet purgatory. No, not purgatory. It’s just a new circle of Hell that Dante’s Inferno didn’t cover. Honestly, spreadsheets are the worst sometimes! Her gaze moves upwards to the source of the prickling sensation on the back of her neck. The source happens to be the gaze of a kind-looking woman. The intimidating furrow of Yvonne’s brows and disgruntled frown on her face are replaced with a much warmer and welcoming expression.

“Hm, you’ve been waiting for a bit, haven’t you? One moment.”

The nurse turns around and casually grabs the phone. The conversation seems intense. A haughty sigh heaves forth from her glossy lips and the phone is put down with only a little bit of spite. Oooonly a little bit. Yeah.

Yvonne’s dazzlingly sweet demeanor returns as she stands up. A younger nurse – perhaps an intern – rushes to the reception desk, bows in a hasty apology, and takes her place. Whatever transpired in that call probably put the poor kid’s internship on the line. Maybe this nurse looks sweet but it seems she has this air of authority with how she carries herself. She walks over to Talia with a clipboard and tilts her head. “Your situation needs to be bumped up on our priorities. The sooner it’s looked at, the easier the recovery! Come along and please don’t push yourself to speak much. Even if it doesn’t hurt.”

[taraandtarot]

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[evelientimes]

[src] i need answers tf??? akso staff??? @zayne-snowman @drgreysonmd @yvonnesrespite ????

[zayne-snowman]

Oh, heavens above, Yvonne wishes she wasn’t so impulsive and cocky sometimes. She got like, a solid twenty bucks to do this but the risk sure doesn’t feel worth the reward right now. Maybe she can go and try petting a wanderer.

Before she can head off on that wildly stupid idea, she finds herself at the door of Zayne’s office. She knows for a fact that he saw her. She can’t just walk off now. Ugh. The guy has eagle eyes! He sees all! Zayne the terrifying! Zayne the…fuck it she needed that twenty bucks and so she’ll make sure it’s secured.

She walks into his office.

“If anyone asks, this did not happen.”

She’s standing by his desk. Oh. Oh no she’s hesitating. She’s literally just staring at him with…is she pale? Not even blushing. Girlie’s fearing for her life right now. Messing around with Zayne through practical pranks around the hospital was one thing. THIS is another. She groans and goes for a last ditch solution.

Yvonne kisses her fingertips, and slowly reaches out to Zayne’s cheek. Slowly. Even recoiling every now and then. Like a cat sloooowly pawing at something it’s trying to steal or get a gauge on.

At the last minute she moves her hand and taps his forehead. One could swear the woman shriveled in on herself as she bolted out of his office. Absolute worst twenty bucks she’s earned. She's pretty sure she knocked his glasses off of his face when her hand spontaneously changed paths.

Next thing you know, she's texting a certain florist the flowers she wants at her funeral, and for all of her social media posts to be turned into a book. Oh Yvonne, you dumpster fire queen!

~ (Are you there Zayne, its me-) Yvonne <3

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Zayne's eyes catch Yvonne through his office door. He stops typing in his computer, expecting her to tell him about a patient who's just arrived, or news about one of his hospitalized patients. Then again, sometimes Yvonne just passes by his office with gossip or intending to mess with him.

By what she just said and her expression, this time it might be none of those options.

"What do you mean?"

There is an uncomfortable silence while Zayne waits for her to do something, anything. He's starting to get nervous, though obviously to anyone looking he has the same neutral expression as always.

Whatever he was expecting, he could have never guessed what she did. The movement of her fingers towards his face is so awkward and slow that for a second he fears Yvonne might actually be pranking him and he's about to get slapped for her amusement. But then she gently touches his cheek, quickly tapping his forehead, and bolts out of his office.

Zayne picks up the glasses that got knocked off onto his desk, pushing them back onto his nose, staring at the wall for a solid minute in confusion. Per her request, and for his own sanity at the strange event, he doesn't bring it up again.

However, the next day, Yvonne receives a box of chocolates with a note attached saying:

I appreciate working with you. Thank you for making my job easier with your lively presence.

- Zayne

[wandererenthusiast1]

Checking his hunter’s association watch, his shift was ending pretty early today, on a Friday no less. “Luckily I get off my shift early today. So that’s in your favor.” What was that saying he heard before, a smile could hide so many feelings?

One look at Yvonne and a normal person would just think that she’s being overly friendly, nothing else. But if you’re keen on details, you could notice the sparkle in her eyes and the way she reacted whenever the word “challenge” was involved. Perhaps Nero was indeed fucked. In more ways than just one.

Oh, you must be Mr.Nero! Your colleagues visit the hospital quite often but I don't see you around much. Say, you look tired.

Sir I do hope you're getting enough rest. A healthy mind boosts the researching, I'm sure! Stop by if you're ever under the weather and need a little pick-me-up!

(OMG ITS OUR FAV REDDITOR-i mean...researcher ~mun)

o-oh, do I?

I've been busy staying up late researching new things about wanderers so that would probably explain the bags under my eyes but ill be careful not to pull any more all nighters I promise!

[abysswalkerss]

@yvonnesrespite

His day went on, each passing moment more grueling than the last—his back sinking into the hospital bed, feeling the stab of the wires beneath. They were rock solid compared to the comfy embrace of his couch, which he now longed for more than ever. Four hours had turned into five, and she was nowhere to be seen. Had she forgotten about him already? The thought pierced his heart, leaving him with a feeling of numbness. He had just gotten her back; he wasn’t ready to lose her just yet.

The door swung open abruptly, and his upper body jolted upright in sudden anticipation, adrenaline pumping through his chest as he forgot about his leg injury. A sharp pain surged through his lower leg, but he didn’t pay mind to it. His ombre blue and magenta hues flickered towards the door. Could it be her? he thought—his mind racing at the possibility—only to be left disappointed in the end. It was the nurse… ye… yv… yvon… he couldn’t remember her name, and at that moment, he didn’t really care for it.

With a heavy sigh, he flopped back against the stiff pillow, frustration washing over him like a cold wave. “Go away���” he muttered, his face buried in the stiff pillows. “I’m sleeping.”

[hellions-haunt]

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[deepspacexavier]

The registration settles into his mind, tucked where he kept other frivolous things like what year it was.

"Oh. I think..." He pauses to think and check his watch. "I don't know if she got discharged then. How can I check?"

Last he checked, she just had a few scrapes and bruises. He'd gone to wait. It was entirely possible she didn't see him and left, or, it was entirely possible she was still there after being fully examined.

Xavier has lost track of time in the hospital lobby after checking to make sure his partner was safely taken care of, and finally wakes up, rubbing his eyes and looking to find the next nurse. He's still half asleep.

"I'm sorry. What time is it?"

Finally, the cafeteria was serving those cute cat shaped cookies that would only come around once or twice a year. The buzz of a cell phone signifies the start of a much needed break. From check ups to minor procedures to staring at the computer screen, this particular nurse has done quite a lot during her shift so far.

As she stands up from the desk to go to the cafeteria, she has that weird spidey-sense of knowing someone needs help. Even before he speaks, Yvonne has already turned around and stopped a few feet away to hear his inquiry.

“It’s 11PM. You’re here because your partner was injured by a wanderer, right?”