𝒆𝐦𝐦𝐚.

like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.

what am i? / you're alive.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀☤⠀⠀⠀forgive⠀⠀⠀me. ⠀

that looks amazing !

oh my god , emma , sweetie don’t make me roll my eyes . c’mon now , there’s few homemade sandwiches i brought here . get something better than sweets this earning the morning .

grilled cheese sandwich.ᐣ i haven’t had one in years so if you’re really offering, i’ll gladly take one off your hands.ᐟ

⠀i wish i could be more .

you gotta remember that lunch can get easily missed with the job we have , it can be quiet and then in another moment you can’t stop running around the hospital .

a little of each, bad and good. and yours?

aw sweetie … that’s not enough at all . c’mon , i left something nicer in the break room .

thank you, thank you! make sure you sneak out two of them instead of one. consider it a gift for your kindness!

i brought a box of donuts for my fellow doctors and nurses! go get some before we run out of stock!