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“Powder, have you seen my coat?” Vi shouted across the house. Powder answered, “Uh, no!”

Vi mumbled something to her as she looked down at her watch, her powder-blue eyes widening as she quickly brushed her messy hair. “Fuck, I'm already late.” Slipping her blue T-shirt over herself, Vi came downstairs, saying, “Morning, Dad, goodbye,” while stealing the last piece of toast from the plate as Powder was reaching for it. Vi hadn't eaten all morning; she was starving.

Powder scowled, dumbfounded, blinking. “Hey, food stealer!” she yelled.

Vander shook his head, chuckling at Powder's small crash out. “Bye, kiddo, stay safe today!” he called out.

Violet peeked from behind the door, smirking. “Can't make promises, comes with the job. Love you both, see you around 12ish!” She then slammed the door shut.

While eating the last bit of food left on her plate, Powder glanced over. “Oh There it is. Crazy bitch forgot her coat!”

“Well, hurry, go give it to her before she leaves!” Vander acknowledged, and Powder nodded, opening the front door and bolting to Vi's car as it started.

“Vi!” Powder called, knocking on her car window. Vi looked and jumped for a moment as she rolled it down. “Oh! Thank you,” she smiled, taking the coat. “No problem, sis. Hey, stay safe out there, please? Come home alive.”

“I'll try; you know I can't make promises,” Violet answered softly. “I'm late, bye. I love you, Pow-Pow.”

Powder waved goodbye as Vi pulled out of the driveway and called out, “Stay out of trouble, okay?”

Powder smirked, flinging her sister's words back at her. “Can't make promises!” Vi just laughed, shaking her head as she drove out of sight, and Powder headed back inside. “She's so easy to bother, hehe.”

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“Move, move!” a doctor shouted, rolling a bleeding patient into the surgical room. “What do we got?” a surgeon asked. “Young male, possible spinal injury,” she immediately replied without hesitation. He nodded, taking him back as the doctor just stood there and sighed.

“Rough week, Kiramman?” asked a blond, ginger-headed woman from her desk. “You have no idea,” she replied. "Hey, Maddie, did you check my schedule? Am I free for the week? I promised my dad I would take him out."

Maddie hummed. “Let me see,” she said, scrolling through her boss's schedule, then frowned. “Ugh, Caitlyn, you're busy all summer, Sunday through Friday. Sorry to disappoint you. But, you have Saturday off this week.”

“Perfect, I'll call him,” Cait smiled.

Maddie fell silent as Caitlyn picked up the phone, then spoke. “Speaking of your dad, how is he? You know, with the whole accident thing?” she asked softly.

Caitlyn looked over her shoulder briefly before putting the phone to her ear. “He's getting there. He isn't really a hundred percent.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Maddie sighed, casting her powder-blue gaze toward her computer screen. Caitlyn walked off, as her father's voice picked up.

𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒐, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

“I should be asking you the same thing,” Dr. Kiramman asserted.

Tobias laughed. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒖𝒍. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.

“That's a good problem to have,“ giggled Caitlyn, leaning against the wall of the storage room. “Hey, look, Thursday won't work like I thought it would, so how's Saturday?”

𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆?

“Probably noon.”

𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚?

“You will.”

𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚.

The indigo-blue-haired woman would laugh. “I will. I love you, Father. Don't overwork yourself.”

𝑯𝒎𝒎, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓! 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

And the phone hung up.

Caitlyn stood there for a bit until her patient monitor went off; that was her cue to get back to work.