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❝ so much for the big, bad lone wanderer, ❞ she says, eyes glimmering with amusement. she pulls her hand away from the scratch, frowning as fresh blood rises sluggishly at the deepest parts of the cut. more gingerly this time, june presses the alcohol-soaked cloth against it. ❝ give me a chance to stop the bleeding. i don't want to use more gauze than we have to, and you don't want bacteria in your bloodstream. ❞
@nuclearbinds sent: [ patch ] - sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds // june -> charlie
![@nuclearbinds Sent: [ Patch ] - Sender Carefully Patches One Of Receiver's Wounds // June -> Charlie](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c0ac949431af3b4cac886f07a5486a5b/a8d5e9f78add43d2-e0/s250x400/3901f15aae11c08230a50b330d3464964a976788.png)
Teeth grit, Charlie was trying her best to sit still amidst June patching up a nasty scratch on her forearm, attention focused elsewhere. It wasn’t the sight of the wound or the blood that bothered her — she had been used to helping her dad and Jonas back in the Vault’s clinic and although there was never anything seriously bad, the girl often patched up the others whenever they came in — but rather the ache in her arm. “Ow.” She drew a sharp breath, nearly moving away out of instinct. “Are you almost done there?”
goodneighbor draws her in like a moth to flame; it promises a place for misfits, and heaven help her, catherine certainly feels like a misfit these days. a faint guilt gnaws at her, though it's been a couple weeks, now, since she left madison and escaped the institute.
the railroad told her of a place called the memory den, suggested she go there to have her memory wiped and start a new life, free of the bonds of the institute and the real catherine's life before it.
tempting as it is, she can't go through with it, can't erase what little identity she has. she passes the business right by.
it's when she's looking for a semi-friendly face to act as a guide that a shock of red hair, not entirely unlike her own, catches her eye.
she turns, eyes widening. she knows that face, once saw it through the static of the gene projector.

her girl. her baby girl.
❝ charlie? ❞ she blurts out the name before she can help herself. her fingers rise to her mouth, as if she can usher the name back between her lips. / @arcanumsolitude