❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“Ugh what are you my mother? ‘Stop Moving Arizona’”. she mimicked playfully before chuckling. Why did she feel so high? Maybe she was high from the pain she was in. “I was only thrown from the van because I was trying to save some people, I tried as hard as I could and I think I saved them”. she replied lightly with a small smile at Teddy. “Hey Teds, I’m super hungry. Do we have any food?”.
“Well, you’re a goddamn superhero, aren’t you? Judge me all you like, but I’d rather have my friend.” This, of course, wasn’t true — as a healer first and foremost, Teddy always put the lives of her patients before hers. It was her duty as an army surgeon to serve her country, but the human in her wished their line of work wasn’t quite so dangerous; she’d lost many a friend to the war in her time, and she couldn’t stand to lose another.