[for Lexie]

[hasnobullets]

Pain blossoms across my forehead and blood runs thick and sticky down my skin. Times like these, I do have to wonder: what am I doing with my life? If the same injury came from a fight, I might be able to forgive myself the mistake (though even then, it's unlikely -- I am something of a perfectionist). But that it came instead from something as

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[lexiepedia]

Most of the time, Lexie considers herself lucky (or something like it, anyway; it's not like she actually wishes ill on anyone) if she gets one patient during a clinic shift. Rare as that is, it's even more unexpected to find herself with one, or a potential one, before she even gets to the Compound. There's a half-second where, at the sight of Matt, she starts to smile, but then she takes in the whole picture, and immediately starts frowning in concern. For all she knows, it could be nothing, but it might not be, either, and at least she's well-suited for this sort of thing.

"Oh my God, Matt," she says, making her way to his side so she can fall into step beside him, at least while he's still walking. "Are you okay? What happened?"

[hasnobullets]

Lexie. I could smile at my luck for running into a doctor, but I don't bring myself to bother. The cotton t-shirt I've grabbed from inside and pressed to the wound is cracked with drying blood, and while I have lived through worse injuries than those caused by my own stupidity (which might very well be every injury I've encountered), I feel as though I shouldn't try to oversell just how fine I am.

This isn't to say I'm about to complain, either. I stop walking when I sense her getting nearer, and turn in the direction of her voice.

"Slipped."

[lexiepedia]

"Please tell me you were coming to get that looked at," Lexie says, and this time, it's not just because she's so desperate for something to do. Matt seems to be doing well enough, but the shirt held to his head seems to have a good deal of blood on it and she really, really wouldn't want anything to happen to him (and not just because of her admitted interest). "Are you sure you're alright?"

[hasnobullets]

Let it never be said that I lack in people concerned for my well-being. Lexie, at least, seems less interested in chiding me than others might be. (Natasha comes to mind, though Natalya has had a knack for running into me after my little accidents since almost the day we meet.)

"I'm walking, aren't I?" I point out, tapping my cane once against the ground as though in demonstration. I let the quip sit a moment, then add, "...in the right direction?"