mercy mei {{ nine . finished

life slips through your fingertips, a hitched breath escapes your lips. there were always the patients you couldn't save, and it just adds another one to the tally. their death wasn't even the worst part. seeing the hopeful faces of family turn into chocked sobs was the part that knocked the wind out of you. life was a delicate thing, you tried to mend it back with your nimble fingers. sometimes you slipped and death clawed itself into their heart, sometimes the sun shined and life continue to run through their veins. you did your best to make the latter happen, but it wasn't all up to you. after all you were just a small girl with small hands.

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you are a quiet soul, talkativity generally gets on your nerves. you work better when the room is silent, oddly enough, you also work the best in a group. you aren't the best people person, your reticent nature makes sure of that, but people appeal to you. you have a loyal heart, not afraid to stand up for your friends. your close friend one had a boyfriend who kept on harassing her and you punched him square in the face. everyone underestimated you before that point, they thought of you as the quiet girl who tries to save people. nothing more than healer.

you work in a tight group of three, you, your mother, and your brother. father wasn't someone who you have ever met. your mother said that he died before you were born. she said he was a gifted healer, like you were. you always wanted to meet your dad. your mother told you that he once had a garden, and you decided to keep that alive, a way to get closer to him. you started when you were 13, small plants and vegetables were what you started with, but it grew to more complex plants as you aged. Ginseng, katniss, and aloe vera were some of the stuff you grew. gardening and botany were some of your favorite hobbies.

you once caught a cat snooping through your garden. it was a hot day, sweat starting to drip off of your brow and onto your full lips. a watering can was in your hands, the weight of water pulling you down a bit. a glimpse of orange in the corner of your eye stole your attention. the cat was right behind you, hissing with its scrunched face. you tried to make it go away, but that only made it angrier. it lunged at you, it claws digging into your leg. blood was seeping down your leg. the cat dragged its claws down your leg, creating a long gash. you wrestled with the cat before you threw it off of you. your mother did your best to treat it, she cleared up most of the bleeding, but a scar was left.

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you always suppressed the bit of you that was a hopeless romantic. love was something you never thought of you finding, but that didn't stop you from wanting it. you could get someone if you could, but you want genuine love. you are a pretty girl, silky black hair and wide brown-doe eyes. mother found love but it was taken away from her, you don't want that happening to you. so you think it would be better for you, no matter how hard it hurts, to stay away from love. love was something you want, but like a drug, you shouldn't take it. life could go on without love, a heartache would eventually fade away, but a broken heart would be forever.

life was a delicate thing. you had a heart of gold, a friendly soul. mending broken souls was hard, but possible, but stitching a broken heart together was harder, and impossible.