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✯ Raccoon Catcher ✯
She was all high heels, red lips, blue eyes, and swinging hips. No one would question her romantic life if they thought she was pining after every man that would give her a second look. Despite her appearance and flirtatious mannerisms, somebody had already captured her heart. Therein, the problem lied.
Nurse Downing, Lillian Downing. She was timid and kind, so damn naturally beautiful that she didn’t need a lick of makeup. Lucy could’ve sworn she was a goddamn angel that had fallen from the sky, wandered into the hospital, and just felt so bad for the patients that she couldn’t bring herself to leave. There had been more than one occasion where they worked the graveyard shift together and Lucy couldn’t help herself from dropping a couple of hints.
It wasn’t long before the two were sharing knowing glances and whispered exchanges in the moonlit hospital ward. Sometimes, in the earliest hours of the morning when the patients were still dead asleep and the other nurses had yet to arrive, Lucy and Lillian would just sit and talk and hold hands. The moonlight had a funny habit of lighting up Lillian’s face in just the right way. A goddamn angel.
Therein, the problem lied. One night, they got a little over eager and Lill was all too quick to put the blame on Lucy. In retrospect, she didn’t blame Lillian, though. It was a scary time to be a woman in love with another woman. At the time, boy, was she fuming. And that didn’t exactly help her case. Needless to say, she didn’t see Lillian again until Lillian couldn’t see her anymore.
64 years later and Lucy was still in the same damn hospital. She could’ve moved on to bigger and better things. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She couldn’t bring herself to “move on” to whatever the hell it was to move on to. She justified it to herself by claiming that there were people that needed her help, dead and alive. And, while she wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t the reason she didn’t – couldn’t – move on.
So here she was. In the year 2016 and, while a whole helluva lot had changed, a lot had stayed the same. She was still the most capable nurse on the ward, even if all the others didn’t think so. She didn’t blame ‘em. She was dead, after all.
Nurse Downing, Lillian Downing. She was timid and kind, so damn naturally beautiful that she didn’t need a lick of makeup. Lucy could’ve sworn she was a goddamn angel that had fallen from the sky, wandered into the hospital, and just felt so bad for the patients that she couldn’t bring herself to leave. There had been more than one occasion where they worked the graveyard shift together and Lucy couldn’t help herself from dropping a couple of hints.
It wasn’t long before the two were sharing knowing glances and whispered exchanges in the moonlit hospital ward. Sometimes, in the earliest hours of the morning when the patients were still dead asleep and the other nurses had yet to arrive, Lucy and Lillian would just sit and talk and hold hands. The moonlight had a funny habit of lighting up Lillian’s face in just the right way. A goddamn angel.
Therein, the problem lied. One night, they got a little over eager and Lill was all too quick to put the blame on Lucy. In retrospect, she didn’t blame Lillian, though. It was a scary time to be a woman in love with another woman. At the time, boy, was she fuming. And that didn’t exactly help her case. Needless to say, she didn’t see Lillian again until Lillian couldn’t see her anymore.
64 years later and Lucy was still in the same damn hospital. She could’ve moved on to bigger and better things. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She couldn’t bring herself to “move on” to whatever the hell it was to move on to. She justified it to herself by claiming that there were people that needed her help, dead and alive. And, while she wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t the reason she didn’t – couldn’t – move on.
So here she was. In the year 2016 and, while a whole helluva lot had changed, a lot had stayed the same. She was still the most capable nurse on the ward, even if all the others didn’t think so. She didn’t blame ‘em. She was dead, after all.
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