As she leaned her head back against the wall, Charis felt the wave of exhaustion come over her entire body. Sitting in the surgical wing of the hospital, Charis let out a breath. Blood stained the front of her scrubs, not to mention the sweat stains from being under pressure for god only knows how many hours. Being busy was something the prided herself in. She found ways to keep busy, whether it was because she was on a hunt with her father, patching up people from a hunt or well in a surgery. Today she was in a surgery. Being covered in blood and other bodily fluids was something that she was beyond used to. And today, she had to treat a hunter that got himself into a bit of a pickle.

God, she had never seen so many broken bones, or bones sticking out of the body. Charis hadn’t ever seen someone with that much damage to the body still alive. He was a fighter and that much Charis knew. Taking in a deep breath, she pushed herself up off of the floor and felt the aches and pains run through her body. After spending at least seven hours, if not more, trying to repair what she could, she wouldn’t know much more until he woke up. Charis told the people that brought him in what the damage was and of course, hospital protocol meant that they couldn’t see him until he was stable and wasn’t in ICU. They didn’t like it and of course, tried to argue with Charis, but she was done. So done with the day. She told them that was that and walked away.

After a quick change of scrubs and pulling her white coat back on, Charis made her way back to where the guy, Raymond, was. She was starving and could probably use a nap, but she needed to stay with him. Charis let out a small sigh as she tucked her hair behind her ear, well the hair that was falling out of her pony tail anyways. Charis bit her lip as she lingered in the doorway to his room. The poor guy, different IVs going into his arms, hooked up to different machines, gauze still trying to stop some of the bleeding. As she walked towards him, she felt connected in a way. As if, maybe in some other universe or life, they knew each other.

As carefully as she could, she gently pulled back the blanket to reveal his bare, yet very banged chest. Charis was trying to busy herself again, and that lead her to checking his stitches, making sure nothing was bleeding. It was something that she always felt like she needed to do, check to make sure that any post-op incisions weren’t getting infected or had opened. She checked his stats and a few other things, but Charis was pretty sure he was going to make it. He had a hell of a recovery, but he was going to make it. She did want to move him to where she could have more one on one time with him once he was able to be transported. Charis hopefully would be able to take him back to her father’s home, keeping an eye on him and a few others, in the medical type wing her father had built in his well, mansion.

Who was she trying to kid, her father had turned a beautiful home into a base for hunters. Charis didn’t mind it too much, but she did mind being woken from a dead sleep to patch up a hunter’s bite wound, gunshot wound or any other kind of wound. Sometimes, Charis felt like they took her for advantage and didn’t appreciate that she did stay there to help out. Some of them still treated her like a little girl who didn’t know her ass from the butt of a gun. Time after time, Charis proved that she was strong and could do it. And yet, she never felt like she was good enough to be there, or to even be a hunter. There had been so many times when Charis was ready to leave, to give it all up and go somewhere else. She never did though, she always stayed close and stayed for the people who needed her.

Sitting somewhat close to his bedside, Charis was going through some other paperwork and charts. She briefly glanced up, not sure if she did hear him moan or if she saw his eyes open, but she decided to talk to him. She set down her charts and stood up so that she was standing next to his bedside. “Hey there, Raymond,” her southern accent was sort of thick, “You're gonna be just fine. We've got you well looked after.” she asked as her voice softened a little bit. Charis was well taught in her bedside manner, placing her hand very carefully on his not as injured arm, “Ray?”

And who knew, perhaps this exact moment would be a moment that they would remember for years to come.

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tags; RAYMOND KENG
lyrics; christina perri
words; 844
notes; i'm so excited to play these two out from the beginning!