Shadows || Tombstone

starofthemorning:

Lucas nodded, assuming that was the end of that particular vein of conversation.  “Of course I’ve been exercising, kinda hard not to when ya run a saloon.”  The tables and the bar all needed wiped once in a while, someone needed to cook and keep the other workers in order.  “Plus, with all the bandits sometimes I’ve gotta make a run for booze myself.”  Of course, horseback riding would not be considered strenuous activity for one born in the saddle.

"Protocol, but I just had t’ ask."

The doctor turned away once again, rummaging through a medicine cabinet to her left. Bottles and vials were discarded with little fragility as she searched, mumbling her “no”s and “that’s not it” phrases. After one look at one particular jar, she returned her attention to Lucas.

"Here. These oughta help," Griffon stated, handing it to him. "Take one before you sleep."

Shadows || Tombstone

starofthemorning:

"Kinda, but that’s nothing new."  They all had their little quirks and nuances and Lucas would fault them for none of them.  "It’s the western frontier,"  Lucas pointed out, "something is always going wrong, nothing you can do about it ‘cept make sure your shot is true."  If you could shoot someone then you were practically gold but some people seemed to not have picked that up yet and their holsters remained empty to Lucas’s disatisfaction.

"I just came in to get somethin’ ta help me sleep.  Been real restless lately and it ain’t doin’ me any favors."  He needed to be well rested to deal with his more persistent customers, especially when the sheriff had another bad night.

"Tch," the doctor snickered, still facing away from him. "So true. Ain’t gonna lie, it’s almost like a doc’s dream, t’have lotsa work…"

Griff swiveled around in her chair to face Lucas, hopping up onto her feet again. “Sleeping problems, hm?” she questioned, staring at him intently. “Okay. I think I just got some new supplements in. But per protocol, I gotta ask—you been keepin’ up lately? An’ by that I mean have you been exercising?” Circular glasses slid out of her coat pocket and onto the bridge of her nose, clipboard in hand. “Sometimes restlessness can be caused by lack of, or too much activity.”

"I see you’ve met our boy, Frankie. Sad, hnn? Feel bad, he’s…sad. Makes me sad. Poor guy."

Shadows || Tombstone

starofthemorning:

Lucas picked up the discarded paper and put it on the table, not bothering to look at it, he probably would not be able to read it anyways.  “What’s up, Griffon?”  Which kind of led to his other question, “And what are we waiting for?”

"Am I speaking aloud again, Luke?" she asked, turning back to her desk. Medical jargon filled papers covered the surface, from pain pills to gurneys to transfusion bags.

Typhus… Dysentery… Small pox…

"Hmm. Some sort of…spectre, I suppose," Griffon tried to explain. "Something’s amiss, Lucas. Of that much I am sure."

"Oi. Remember me?"

drunktective-deactivated2014022:

"How could I forget, ya loser?" She grinned at her old friend. One of her best friends at that.

"I ain’t a loser!" she barked. A moment after her feigned anger, a grin broke out on her face, slugging a playful punch onto the taller girl’s arm. "I know. Good t’see ya, pally."

Behind the coloured glass of her shades, the universe spun in the back of her eyes. Emel was the last piece of home that had survived, and the only family member still standing.

Shadows || Tombstone

"…hnn. Curious."

The doctor sighed as she let the paper fall to the floor. Perhaps this meant work, regardless of whether it was on the field or in the office. Then again, it could mean having to go out alone to fetch the wounded, and probably dying in the process.

"…I’ll wait."

Tumbleweeds || Tombstone

shinyblackchevrolet:

Im shoved her hands in the back pockets of her denim trousers, sidling up to the doctor. “We’ve got an outlaw or two hidin’ near Tombstone, a few of us are gonna ride up and try and nab ‘em.” Kicking the dirt around with the toe of her boot, she sighed.

"Would appreciate it if you came with us. We could use a doc up there, n’case they decide to get nasty." She laughed slightly, shaking her head. "Almost always do." Pausing, she waited for an answer.

Need a doc for a criminal chase?

Griffon sighed, gunshots and sirens echoing in the back of her mind. “Really? You guys really want me to accompany you? Me, of all people?” She snorted as a bit of dust was inhaled into her lungs, then turning with a smile to the black haired woman. 

"Count me in."

Tumbleweeds || Tombstone

The hot air is dusty and dry. The young girl coughed, her horse whinnying as the two stood motionless, not far from the buildings of town. Griffon wiped her face clear of sweat, staring into the desert hills.

“I didn’t expect you,” she murmured. The quiet footsteps were barely audible, but the doctor never misses a thing. “So. What is it that you want?”
bestimmt-wertlos:

what have i done

we all go to hell

bestimmt-wertlos:

what have i done

we all go to hell

bestimmt-wertlos:

welcome to a new age

bestimmt-wertlos:

welcome to a new age