Work Text:
“Anything interesting?”
“Dad’s beside himself - my last letter home arrived with blood all over it.”
“Oh, God.”
“I don’t know where- who- how didn’t I notice?”
“Let’s try put a call through, reassure him it wasn’t yours-”
“… ‘letter of December 5th’, when was that?”
“I don’t even know today’s date, what does it matter? You know it wasn’t your blood, you just need to tell him.”
“But how-”
“Hawk, you eat in your scrubs, sleep in your gown, shove letters in your jacket during triage, it’s more surprising this hasn’t happened before.”
“It’s in my home” he whispered.