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Who: Kitty Pryde and Selena Wingrave, human nurse
When: 7/20
Where: Salem Center Hospital
What:A meet-cute. Sorta. ( Pt. 1 of Kitty Tries to Date a Normie)
Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, hospitals, Kitty Talks to a Girl
“You know I have to ask how this happened.”
It's a normal enough question, with only embarrassing explanations. Kitty arrived in the emergency room with a distinctly weird but deep cut from the bottom of her thumb across her inner wrist. The nurse cleaning her wound has the deepest dark brown eyes she’s ever seen, warm in what seems like genuine concern. A laugh threatens to bubble in the pit of Kitty’s stomach from this misplaced worry, but that would be so sincerely bizarre. Not everyone knows she’ll be okay, no matter what. There’s no record of all the shit she’d been through before in her public medical record. Kitty swallows and tempers her face to something nonchalant. Or constipated. Really she can’t imagine what her face must look like right now, and thinking about it for too long is even more stressful, so she stops.
“I was rescuing…a kid. Got caught with his hand in a pipe, so I had to reach in, and make my hand solid on the other side. That’s…” Kitty demonstrates her power, but it does nothing to distract from her incredibly stupid lie.
“You were rescuing a kid from a pipe.”
Those eyes grow incredulous. Maybe amused. Kitty finds she cannot meet them in all good faith, and her eyes drift down. Her name is Selena W. and she’s wearing baby blue scrubs and really cute pink sneakers. She's Kitty’s age, maybe a little younger. Kitty can tell her honey blonde hair is a touch wavy, but it's captured in a supernaturally neat bun. Okay. Staring isn’t polite, either. She’s caught for a second between feeling queasy from looking at her wound, and feeling dizzy from looking into Selena W.’s eyes. She wills herself to focus, cursing her brain’s sheer level of gay for not the first time in her life, or even today. Chances are, Selena wouldn't even reciprocate. She probably looks at everyone like this. Kitty still can’t help her smile turning into something cocky and hopeful.
“Yeah. I save people all the time.”
That is ostensibly true, but not relevant in this case. There wasn’t a pipe, but an ill-timed fall that had hurtled her cell phone in between two rusty pieces of metal. She’d had to pull it out quickly, to ensure the data she’d been working on all night didn’t get erased, and that did result in a phasing-to-solid mess. She’d been distracted. She should probably sleep more. Luckily, all of this just makes Selena W. laugh, which is a soft, twinkling sound that Kitty can’t help but echo, quietly.
“Is that what you guys do in that big school?” Asks the nurse, expertly rinsing the arm with saline. “Rescue kids from pipes all the time?”
“Pipes, among other things.” Kitty contests, but she’s much more interested in the fact that she thinks she has caught Selena W. in something. “How do you know I live in the school?”
“Looked in your file.” She answers, matter of fact. “I couldn’t help it, when I saw your name. I’ve always wondered what Katherine Pryde and all her superhero friends do up there.”
Which is so unabashed and so charming that Kitty’s brain is rendered a void empty of anything but a bright fog, full of promise but absolutely no sense. “Kitty. It's Kitty. And I could show you, sometime. Want a tour?”
The gauze stops halfway to Kitty’s arm. “Wait, really?” Says Selena, clearly more taken aback than flirty.
The word splutters is not necessarily one Kitty would like attributed to her. She’s usually a very adept conversationalist, but it’s definitely more splutter than not, the noise that comes out right now.
“No. I mean. Probably not. I’d like to, but there are security protocols, and it’s sorta dangerous, and…”
Luckily, there’s cool gauze on her arm and that laugh again, mercifully interrupting the words that are not getting more coherent anytime soon.
“I understand.How about you just describe it. When you take me out for drinks tomorrow.”
“When I…” Kitty’s face goes instantly from warm to ashen, but in a good way. “Yeah. That sounds good.” She grins so wide, that fog so heavy she blurts out, “If you’re sure that’d be. Like. Ethical.”
“Ethical?”
This time, Selena’s laughter is clear, uninhibited, probably in shock. Kitty’s head begins shaking so fast she’d be dizzy even without the blood loss. “Like is it fine for nurses to date…I’m not saying that you’re…I’m sure you’re incredibly…” She exhales, swift, ordering herself to become exactly three ounces cooler than this. “Okay. Forget it. Start over. Should I pick you up here?"
“Oh. That'd be even more unethical, probably. Just text me.” Selena ties gauze in place over Kitty’s arm, and enters what is hopefully her number into her phone. "The doctor should be in next. I should leave. Before they find cause to fire me."
She exits the room still grinning in the way someone does when they know they have the upper hand.
Kitty lies back on the gurney, placing the very flat pillow over her face in the hope it smothers her. Of course it doesn’t do anything but make her nose itch from the antiseptic smell and rough case, so she lets it flop on to the floor. Possibly, she should text one of her friends to pick her up. Probably, she should just leave. Instead, she hesitates, then texts the number she’s just been given.
To her very real surprise, she immediately receives a yellow heart emoji and a message that says, Hey. I'm done at 7. Talk then? I have kids to save from pipes in the meantime, too."
Which, Kitty considers, as she picks up the itchy pillow and places it back over her face, is much more than she deserves, in fact.
When: 7/20
Where: Salem Center Hospital
What:A meet-cute. Sorta. ( Pt. 1 of Kitty Tries to Date a Normie)
Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, hospitals, Kitty Talks to a Girl
“You know I have to ask how this happened.”
It's a normal enough question, with only embarrassing explanations. Kitty arrived in the emergency room with a distinctly weird but deep cut from the bottom of her thumb across her inner wrist. The nurse cleaning her wound has the deepest dark brown eyes she’s ever seen, warm in what seems like genuine concern. A laugh threatens to bubble in the pit of Kitty’s stomach from this misplaced worry, but that would be so sincerely bizarre. Not everyone knows she’ll be okay, no matter what. There’s no record of all the shit she’d been through before in her public medical record. Kitty swallows and tempers her face to something nonchalant. Or constipated. Really she can’t imagine what her face must look like right now, and thinking about it for too long is even more stressful, so she stops.
“I was rescuing…a kid. Got caught with his hand in a pipe, so I had to reach in, and make my hand solid on the other side. That’s…” Kitty demonstrates her power, but it does nothing to distract from her incredibly stupid lie.
“You were rescuing a kid from a pipe.”
Those eyes grow incredulous. Maybe amused. Kitty finds she cannot meet them in all good faith, and her eyes drift down. Her name is Selena W. and she’s wearing baby blue scrubs and really cute pink sneakers. She's Kitty’s age, maybe a little younger. Kitty can tell her honey blonde hair is a touch wavy, but it's captured in a supernaturally neat bun. Okay. Staring isn’t polite, either. She’s caught for a second between feeling queasy from looking at her wound, and feeling dizzy from looking into Selena W.’s eyes. She wills herself to focus, cursing her brain’s sheer level of gay for not the first time in her life, or even today. Chances are, Selena wouldn't even reciprocate. She probably looks at everyone like this. Kitty still can’t help her smile turning into something cocky and hopeful.
“Yeah. I save people all the time.”
That is ostensibly true, but not relevant in this case. There wasn’t a pipe, but an ill-timed fall that had hurtled her cell phone in between two rusty pieces of metal. She’d had to pull it out quickly, to ensure the data she’d been working on all night didn’t get erased, and that did result in a phasing-to-solid mess. She’d been distracted. She should probably sleep more. Luckily, all of this just makes Selena W. laugh, which is a soft, twinkling sound that Kitty can’t help but echo, quietly.
“Is that what you guys do in that big school?” Asks the nurse, expertly rinsing the arm with saline. “Rescue kids from pipes all the time?”
“Pipes, among other things.” Kitty contests, but she’s much more interested in the fact that she thinks she has caught Selena W. in something. “How do you know I live in the school?”
“Looked in your file.” She answers, matter of fact. “I couldn’t help it, when I saw your name. I’ve always wondered what Katherine Pryde and all her superhero friends do up there.”
Which is so unabashed and so charming that Kitty’s brain is rendered a void empty of anything but a bright fog, full of promise but absolutely no sense. “Kitty. It's Kitty. And I could show you, sometime. Want a tour?”
The gauze stops halfway to Kitty’s arm. “Wait, really?” Says Selena, clearly more taken aback than flirty.
The word splutters is not necessarily one Kitty would like attributed to her. She’s usually a very adept conversationalist, but it’s definitely more splutter than not, the noise that comes out right now.
“No. I mean. Probably not. I’d like to, but there are security protocols, and it’s sorta dangerous, and…”
Luckily, there’s cool gauze on her arm and that laugh again, mercifully interrupting the words that are not getting more coherent anytime soon.
“I understand.How about you just describe it. When you take me out for drinks tomorrow.”
“When I…” Kitty’s face goes instantly from warm to ashen, but in a good way. “Yeah. That sounds good.” She grins so wide, that fog so heavy she blurts out, “If you’re sure that’d be. Like. Ethical.”
“Ethical?”
This time, Selena’s laughter is clear, uninhibited, probably in shock. Kitty’s head begins shaking so fast she’d be dizzy even without the blood loss. “Like is it fine for nurses to date…I’m not saying that you’re…I’m sure you’re incredibly…” She exhales, swift, ordering herself to become exactly three ounces cooler than this. “Okay. Forget it. Start over. Should I pick you up here?"
“Oh. That'd be even more unethical, probably. Just text me.” Selena ties gauze in place over Kitty’s arm, and enters what is hopefully her number into her phone. "The doctor should be in next. I should leave. Before they find cause to fire me."
She exits the room still grinning in the way someone does when they know they have the upper hand.
Kitty lies back on the gurney, placing the very flat pillow over her face in the hope it smothers her. Of course it doesn’t do anything but make her nose itch from the antiseptic smell and rough case, so she lets it flop on to the floor. Possibly, she should text one of her friends to pick her up. Probably, she should just leave. Instead, she hesitates, then texts the number she’s just been given.
To her very real surprise, she immediately receives a yellow heart emoji and a message that says, Hey. I'm done at 7. Talk then? I have kids to save from pipes in the meantime, too."
Which, Kitty considers, as she picks up the itchy pillow and places it back over her face, is much more than she deserves, in fact.
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