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wicked games (l.m.) - chapter fourteen

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pairing: lee minho x reader genre: academic rivals to lovers wc: 5.2k words

i still don't know where everything went

it was practically possible to hear the sound of the clock hands moving second by second in the silent room, filling the environment with a constant tick-tock. the pen's weight was tangible in her palm, as if it were made of lead, and the rhythm of its heavy strain fed the up and down movement of her chest, drenched in nervousness that didn't seem to have disappeared.

the minutes continued to pass, and the questions on the physics test in front of y/n were answered one by one, with absolute caution, as if she was following a fragile surgery, as if at any moment some bogeyman might appear out of nowhere in the room if she wasn't delicate.

she was well aware that her decision to go to work had significantly reduced the time she would put into her academic performance, but she was never someone who allowed herself to be easily shaken.

now, it was no longer her who taught hyunjin, but studied with him, keeping an eye out for the materials he reviewed when there weren't any in the cafe so that she could take advantage of even the free seconds she had, which became scarcer with the pass the days.

she knew she was being left behind in the eternal competition that was her and minho's relationship, and despite all the hate that many viewers would consider "uncalled for", she found herself a little scarred by an anger that burned her chest like a forrest. fire whenever she saw him in the hallways, backs against lockers laughing out loud at silly things with his friends without a care in the world. the poster child for the aristocratic lifestyle of today's society, a boy with the world in his hands and people who worked for him cleaning his shoes kneeling on the floor of the huge mansion he lived in.

it was nothing more than a raw and genuine hatred inside y/n when all the paths her mind went through when thinking about minho came to the inevitable conclusion that this, all of this was a sport for him. studying was a sport, getting good grades was a sport, excelling, being popular, winking at dumb girls across the cafeteria like you were television's newest heartthrob. it was all one big joke and when she looked at how she led her life, the lack of jokes was almost suffocating, a snake around her neck all the time just waiting for the right time to coil completely against her flesh.

when she felt pathetic, she tried to imagine him cleaning the cafeteria bathrooms using only a toilet brush, or having to listen to customers throwing tantrums over a cup of coffee with a smile on his face, not being able to retort or shout back. these thoughts brought her out of her own exasperated situation and made her laugh. she couldn't tell if it was because of the strangeness of minho's presence in these scenarios, how he would look wearing the uniform she has to wear every day, or if it was because, greater than this hatred was the restless desire that maybe, just maybe, lee minho wasn't exactly how she imagined he was.

but she knew it was impossible for that to be real. it was impossible because minho had only shown her his true personality, so she knew her like no one else.

the anger heats up until it cools down and settles in the throat like a stone, accompanied by a feeling of disgust. despite the considerable efforts she had made, her second-place name on the huge ranking list at the entrance to the school screamed in her face that they hadn't been enough. and the damn name of minho was above hers. she could only feel disgust. disgusted because of him? it was no longer a surprise to anyone. however, the disgust she felt was mostly directed at herself. she should have studied harder, spent more late nights studying until her hand ached and her eyes burned with exhaustion.

but now it was too late, and his failure was exposed to all who walked those halls. the feeling of dismay followed her, like a constant shadow, reminding her that her expectations were not met and that she had lost the opportunity to win.

as soon as she turned to flee to the classroom for her first class of the day, she saw minho walking towards the panel, eyes glazed over the top to see who had won, who had gotten the best grade.

she didn't wait long to witness the look of satisfaction on his stupid face and soon she was stomping against the floor, a red fury circling her entire body and she didn't even consider taking a step to the side to avoid him, and she certainly didn't feel pity when she bumped into him with her shoulder, knocking him off balance slightly.

she only heard a scoff behind her but didn't even bother to turn around, however much she felt like it when she heard him whisper “you need to be tamed, jesus”

but, contrary to what one might imagine, no ghost of a smile appeared on minho's lips when he saw his name at the top. all he could think about was what it meant to have his name on top of all those others, a hierarchy. he imagined his father's satisfaction at seeing him do exactly what he'd demanded, a silent submission, a reminder that minho was just the son and that no matter how much he kicked and rebelled, his father would always win.

he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

“minho" yongbok appeared beside him magically, as if he had materialized there. “i met professor choi on his way here and he asked me to give you your test and congratulated you on first place”

the sheet of paper that yongbok held out to minho made a wave of discomfort run down his spine, but he took it from his best friend's hand none the less.

he looks down at the sheet and looks at the shoulder where the girl had bumped into it on purpose for a few seconds, before the urge to rip the test in half takes over him. ripped it into a thousand pieces and threw it in the nearest garbage, leaving yongbok with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

he pointed at minho, then at the trash can, then at minho, then at the trash can.

“but… why?” he asked.

“it’s just a stupid test, yongie” he shrugged putting his hands in the pocket of his uniform pants and walking unbothered while some people congratulated him on his performance in the hall.

but yongbok didn't understand, so he chose to ask more.

“stupid? i thought you cared about that kind of thing”

“no, at least not now. i have other things keeping me up all night”

“i wonder who that is…” yongbok whispers and pushes the big glasses back into place with his finger.

“what was that?” minho asks suspiciously, having just heard rumbles coming from the friend. minho still can't quite catch the things he whispers when he doesn't want him to hear. it's a normal thing to happen within their friendship, yongbok doesn't know how to shut up and minho can't mature enough to leave his nosy lifestyle behind.

“do you want to go with me to the varsity basketball game on friday?” yongbok asks him as they walk through the noisy halls. minho never went to a basketball game with him in all their years of friendship because when minho didn't want to do something, nothing could make him do it, it didn't matter how much he loved his best friend.

but this time, unlike previous opportunities, minho had a real and concrete reason for not wanting to go. a person, to be precise. as he dragged his steps down the hall, he could see the blond boy approaching, standing out among the other bustling and noisy football players. a feeling of disgust that rose from his feet to his head in a matter of seconds took over his entire body, while yongbok, beside him, seemed mesmerized by the presence of the school's basketball team.

minho's eyes locked on the approaching figure. he had never noticed hwang hyunjin until he bloomed in his field of vision like a very insistent weed. apparently he was the only one who hadn't fallen into the hands of the undeniable charisma he didn't care to hide. for minho, beneath that charming smile and effortless charm, there's something about hyunjin that rubbed him the wrong way. he couldn't explain if it was a gratuitous animosity that resided in the back of his mind, but it was strong enough to make his breath get heavier every time he saw him.

his friend turns to him so quickly, minho wonders if he had a whiplash.

“please minhoooo” for a second he thinks that yongbok, the shy and withdrawn boy who never raised his hand to ask a classroom question in his life was going to kneel on the floor of the packed hallway and beg.

the group of basketball players passes by the two and the air in the hallway disappears for minho. hyunjin smiles at his friends without a care in the world as he hears one of them saying “hyunjin, your pitch was great! i've never seen anyone score that far from the basket!”, cheeks reddening a little at the cheers of his teammates.

minho's eyes travel between him and his friend a few times, until his expression suddenly darkens and he turns to yongbok. “calm down” he says, seeing his best friend's anxious expression. “no need to make a scandal out of it, i’ll go with you”

the words are bitter in his throat but yongbok opens a huge smile and it seems once again that he is going to throw himself on his knees in the corridor, this time to thank him, but minho doesn't give him time to do that and soon starts walking towards the classroom for their first class, lip between teeth and head away from where his feet were taking him.

y/n has never had an easy time functioning in crowded places, a bonus is when those (many) people are screaming like animals and squirming in their seats as if they were trying to keep from flying off their chairs.

her constant hesitation to enter the large gymnasium in the midst of all the revelry and excitement was constant throughout his journey from the cafe to school, under the slowly darkening sky, leaving a gentle farewell to the brightness of the day and giving way to night. her journey was longer than she thought it was going to be, partly because her shift had been increased by a few minutes and her insecurity forced her feet to walk more slowly, needless to say, she was obviously late.

but all roads lead to rome or whatever, and she's been staring at the entrance to the gym for the last few minutes as if, if she walked in, she would be consumed by it.

the screams that rang out to her from the other side, outside the party, were wild and just made her want to get as far away as she could and go seek comfort in the dark and lonely cubicle that was her home, but her feet remained rooted to the ground, neither going in nor leaving.

she just found the courage to put her hand on the doorknob because she remembered the message that hyunjin had sent her earlier: a photo of the place he had reserved specifically for her. it was a front row seat, the most privileged and coveted by those who genuinely enjoy that spectacle of sweaty men hitting each other and running like dogs after a ball.

the seat was the most apparent and she was late, hyunjin must have noticed. she just opened the door because of that. she didn't want to upset him and destabilize him in his most important game, and he really wanted her to be there, for some reason.

sea of screams and cheers hit her full on as soon as the door was opened and the exasperated sound of tennis shoes against the polished wood of the court floor showed that the game was already close. y/n walked quickly to the only empty seat right in front of the court, where there was a yellow sticky note with the word “RESERVED” written in large, shaky letters, staining the paper black.

she sat quickly, taking in every detail of what was going on around her. hyunjin's team was dressed in vibrant orange jerseys, while the rival school's team sported uniforms in a deep shade of dark blue. the players on hyunjin's team moved around the court with an almost choreographed precision, like roots in a perfectly rehearsed dance.

the ball did not remain for more than five seconds in the hands of a single player, passing quickly from one side to the other. it was a frenzy of intense contests, a relentless battle for control of the element that dictates the game. every possession was a source of palpable tension.

it wasn't hard to find hyunjin in the middle, the hair gave it away, vibrating as if it wanted to be seen, to draw attention. he had a focused look on his face, his feet moving him across the court with mastery, and for the first time, she could understand why he wanted so badly to devote his life to this. she definitely hadn't seen him with the same full of life eyes looking at the endless math worksheets.

the court came alive with every jump, every dribble and every accurate shot. energy pulsed through the air, enveloping everyone present, as excited fans applauded and cheered with each play behind her back. it was as if the game itself was a living entity with a life of its own.

in the blink of an eye the ball stops in hyunjin's hands. his eyes quickly scanned the opposing defense, looking for an opening, and with a dribble he was already heading towards the basket. his purposeful stride, hard against the floor, stopped abruptly and morphed into a jump, and at the apex of his rise, he reached out, releasing the ball in a perfect arc.

the entire gym exploded with joy as soon as the ball went into the basket. hyunjin returned to the floor with a smile and a heavy breath, and his gaze went directly to her chair, regretting y/n not having seen his move.

but she had already arrived and was right there.

y/n didn't scream or jump, but a discreet smirk and slow clapping was her celebration for her friend's point, and he was happy because that was the most he could get out of her in that situation. she found herself silently rooting for hyunjin and his team, even though she didn't want to admit it. she didn't want to budge on something she considered so silly, but they were friends now, weren't they? hyunjin had said they were, but his words that could very well be empty didn't make her discover what it was like to be friends with someone overnight, and as much as she imagined that the normal thing within a friendship was to share that kind of joy, the idea of opening herself up to someone still made her body tingle and her breath hitch.

but at that moment, where his teammates were ruffling her hair and congratulating him, she couldn't stop herself from clapping louder, only stopping when the game had returned to normal and the frantic rushing back and forth across the street square will return.

her attention, however, was stolen when her phone started to vibrate inside her purse, which was an unusual occurrence, giving that she almost never received messages.

she reached down to retrieve it from the bag that was on the floor beside her chair, and her breath caught in her throat when she saw the “ignore” contact texting.

ignore:

i need to talk to you

ignore:

it's about the study groups thing we have to prepare

her gaze goes up once more to the game, but the magic was gone, which was normal with anything that lee minho got into; for her, ruined. a wave of anger crept up her spine like a parasite. why did he have to send a message right now? it wasn't like she expected minho not to be an inconvenience in general, but she wasn't going to stop being irritated with him no matter how much his antics were awaited.

y/n:

i can't, i'm busy

the message was written with exasperated fingers, and quickly sent. but realized she had forgotten to add something.

y/n:

and don't text me anymore, i'll talk to you tomorrow morning

when she was about to put the phone back in her purse, the screen lit up again, revealing yet another message. she couldn't fight the instinct to ignore it and soon brought it close to her face once more.

ignore:

own, you'd rather i call than text and you're too embarrassed to admit it?

ignore:

if you want to hear my voice so badly, let's meet in the schoolyard to talk about what we have to do

her face heated with anger and embarrassment, even though she was never going to admit that he elicited any reaction from her that wasn't just hatred and disgust.

y/n:

i already told you i'm busy, minho, i know you can't help but be a pain in the ass 24/7 but now is not a good time, you'll have a lot of time to bother me tomorrow

her attention was snapped back to the game once more as the crowd roared, and apparently hyunjin had scored yet another point. he was smiling as he looked at her in the crowd and gave her a thumbs up, which she instinctively returned without thinking.

the messages stopped for a few minutes and she thought he had left her alone once and for all, but the shy vibration that indicated a new message made her huff and quickly bring the phone closer.

ignore:

i thought you really wanted to be student president, but i guess you just wanted the win, my mistake

ignore:

i'll have to do all of it by myself…

and now he was teasing her pride at his fingertips, and the anger she knew so well every time she interacted with or thought about him came on like a lightswitch.

minho knew he was pushing all the right buttons to piss her off, partly because of years of practice with everything to do with her and partly because he was looking at her, higher up in the bleachers, with a hawk's stare.

from the moment she had entered the court, his eyes had been irrevocably drawn to her, as if she were a walking magnet, and there they remained fixed for a long time. not even when Yongbok grabbed him by the arm, anticipating the basket the player was about to make, could he look away. it was so impossible to even imagine seeing her there, at a high school basketball game. however, what made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up was his theory about why she was there. the motive for that was inside the court, moving majestically across the polished floor with a cockiness that minho thought was all he could take in about him. y/n's eyes were glued to hyunjin's figure, and somewhere in his chest he swore that she was playing with his ego somehow, even though he didn't fully understand what that meant.

he was overcome by a brutally suffocating feeling and felt an unchanging urge that he needed to do something soon to break the gaze she was extending towards hyunjin. he needed it, it was almost vital, but if someone asked him why he would have nothing to answer, but he wasn't worried about his lack of motives, much less his thoughts about what it said about him and what he possibly felt for her instead of the insignificance and disdain he so pledged to feel.

he took the cell phone in a swift motion from the pocket of his uniform blazer and went straight to the contact list.

minho had lied the last time they'd seen each other, during the incident of sooyound locking them in the file room. he'd had her number for years, since begining of high school. it had been very difficult to get it and it really was a long journey, but when he got an idea in his head, he didn't give up easily. what if he wanted to start pestering through her on her phone too? what if she disappeared out of nowhere and never went to class again? what if he just wanted to talk to her? it was always good to be prepared, he told himself during the nights when he had trouble sleeping and he checked the list of contacts just to prove to himself that she was still there, that the contact hadn't been magically erased.

one day he had called her in the middle of the night, a year before, just to test if that number really belonged to her. it was two in the morning and the night was silent, so silent it was too loud for me, and sleep would not come to him at all, no matter how many times he tossed and turned in bed. the cell phone magically appeared in his hand and the contact was already open, curiosity bubbled in his chest and he didn't fight against it for a long time, pressing on top of the phone icon and quickly touching the cell phone to his ear.

the ringing noise seemed to go on forever, and minho was starting to get anxious. for a second, he was afraid that she would know he was the one calling and his fingers itched to hang up the call, but as soon as he moved the phone an inch away from his ear, the noise ceased and was replaced by silence.

"hello?" her voice is hoarse on the other end of the line, showing that she had just woken up.

minho's mouth opened slightly, wondering what to reply, but he stopped himself from letting any words escape his lips. perhaps, if he spoke, everything would be ruined, and a giant inexplicable fear rose in his chest.

“it’s 2 in the morning, what the hell...” he could hear her scoff, but it was in a different way from the scoffs she gave in his presence. she sounded more vulnerable, there was a fragility that seemed to echo in her very core. he was also vulnerable. he didn't know if it was the nocturnal silence that stripped him of his usual mask, the games and teasing that used to mark their interactions, but he did know that it was very different from anything he'd ever been through together with her.

“say something” she whispered on the other end of the line like an impatient but gentle plea. gentle was never a word he thought he could use with her, but all the others he could say fled his mind. the sound of her breathing echoed free as he held his to make as little sound as possible on his end of the line. “say something or i will hang up” she says, more determined but still nowhere near her usual attitude.

minho didn't say anything, he just took his hand slowly until it reached his face and covered his own mouth, pressing it. he knew he wouldn't say anything, but even so, he found it necessary to physically forbid himself, as if something was taking over him and he opened his mouth and said something he shouldn't.

she remained for a few more seconds that seemed eternal, only the sound of her breathing and some groans of tiredness for being woken up reached minho's ears, but he waited patiently to see what she would do.

“well, have a good night then” she said softly and minho brought his legs closer to his chest, curling up. “since you decided to call someone at 2 in the morning and not say anything…” she was stubborn no matter the situation. “don’t wake up anyone else with prank calls like you did right now” was the last thing he heard before the call was disconnected. if he was no longer able to sleep, the rest of his night was spent awake trying to imagine if what had happened had just been a hallucination in his head and, after that, he never dared to look at her contact again.

that is, until that moment.

he opened her contact and started sending her messages, messages where he feigned disdain but gulped as he wrote. when she looked away from the phone to look at hyunjin and give him a thumbs up that's when his patience was cut short and he let out a huff through his nose and sat on the edge of his seat, gripping his phone tightly.

“nice shot!” yongbok exclaimed, clapping his hands wildly to celebrate the school's lead in the game. it was only then that he realized that minho's body was turned sideways towards the court, not even watching the game, and after whispering a "what are you doing?" softly, his eyes followed the direction where his best friend was looking, and noticed the scene, where hyunjin was looking at her right after scoring his point and minho's knuckles turning white around the cell phone, which was open in a chat with a contact with the name “y/n”.

“what are you doing?” yongbok repeated it louder this time so that minho could hear. he didn't turn around to answer his friend, he just lowered his head and went back to looking at his cell phone and typing quickly.

“solving something” he answered simply.

minho, now without self-restraint, opted to openly tease her, joking about the fact that she won the election just to get a rise out of her. and he knew it had worked, because her shoulders hunched as she read what he'd written.

the typing symbol appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again and disappeared from view again. minho waited for her answer, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

y/n:

you have 1 minute and that's it

and her answer made a smile appear on his face, and when she started to rise discreetly from her chair, he quickly got to his feet and started to dodge the people sitting next to him, trying to get to her as quickly as possible.

y/n waited to get out of her chair in the middle of a play, while hyunjin wasn't looking, and made sure to leave her purse on top of the chair so he knew she didn't just leave. she walked discreetly to the entrance of the gym, and when she had passed through the door and was closing it, it was opened on the other side, where minho appeared right in front of her.

her breath shook as soon as she saw him, and he was panting as if he'd hurried to get to her. the realization that he too was watching the game and yet pestering her to talk to her made her even more uncomfortable, and she just took a step back to put distance between them and crossed her arms.

“1 minute, and don't abuse it” she turns around until she leans her back against the wall next to the door and looks at him with her head up and her nose in the air.

minho just took short steps until he stood in front of her, regaining the closeness she broke off, a huge gratification in getting her out of the gym that he couldn't explain.

“sooyoung spoke to me today, she said that we need to do full reports with all students who are interested in joining the tutoring group. i'll do one part and you'll do the other, then we'll put it all together when it's ready,” he says, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that he can't quite control.

"is that it?" she asked in disbelief. “is that the only reason you were bugging me nonstop?”

"me?" he chuckled and also crossed his arms, mimicking her. “bugging you? what are you talking about, y/n? i was just talking to you, it's not my fault you get so rilled up every time you talk to me"

she rolled her eyes and stepped away from the wall, taking a small step towards him and looking him in the eyes.

"is that it?"

the proximity made minho stop for a few seconds, just looking back at her, thinking of something to reply to her. time passed slowly and he only awoke from his trance and looked away when a wave of cheers erupted in the gym and escaped through the thin door beside them. he swallows hard and takes a micro step back, backing up slightly.

“that was it” he whispers without any jokes or comebacks, because during all that time nothing came to his mind except the memory of the day he called her in the middle of the night, as if that memory that had been kept for so long had been unlocked into his brain without further ado.

she snorts with a know-it-all look and tries to circle him to make her way back to the gym, but an anxiety creeps up his spine and he unconsciously steps to the side and places himself in front of her once more. she stops in her step so she doesn't bump into him and looks up at him again, confused by his sudden movement.

“what the hell, minh-” before she could finish the sentence, the door next to them bursts open, and hwang hyunjin, breathing quickly for air, appears in their field of vision.

hyunjin looks at y/n and opens a smile the size of the universe and doesn't even notice minho's presence, and even after noticing, he doesn't care.

“y/n!” he exclaims, walking up to the two. "where have you been? you missed the endgame!”

he grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her out of minho's way.

“oh…” she starts to say, shame rising in her chest. she gives minho an angry look, before turning her attention to her friend once more. “i’m sorry, i…”

“we won!” hyunjin exclaims and the hands on her shoulders yanked her forward as he led her back into the gym. “let's go celebrate! you left your bag in there too, didn't you?"

the door closes, leaving minho alone in the night breeze. he gives in to the uncontrollable urge to bring his hands to his face and press them hard against his eyes, wondering what the fuck has been wrong with him lately, and why the shoulders that were relaxed before in her brief presence are tense, once again.

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whats-wild-to-you · 1 year

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Dr. Daredevil (Jay Park AU)

Chaeyeon

The obnoxious sound of my alarm clock pierced through my ears as I stretched out an arm from under the blanket, tapping air until I finally hit the snooze button.

I was grateful to be employed as soon as I graduated med school. I was in my fourth year of residency but already an irreplaceable surgeon in the hospital I was working in. I got to do intricate procedures and perform surgeries 4th-year residents shouldn’t be able to perform yet.

There was just one downside.

As soon as I got out of the shower I got dressed, hastily chewing on a piece of bread I grabbed off my desk. The first rays of sun pierced through the horizon. It was promising to be a lovely and warm spring day so I decided to put on a dress with flower patterns all over it, put my hair in a high ponytail and spritz some perfume on.

As soon as I opened the door my mood shifted, like the wind, who suddenly blew from the east, carrying with it the distinct smell of farm animals.

“You’re not in Seoul anymore!” I would then tell myself before walking the short distance to the bus stop. A shuttle bus picked up all the nurses, doctors and medical staff from the surrounding villages and drove them every morning to the hospital.

And every morning I stood a good five minutes in front of the old and shabby building and asked myself if that was the best I could do.

I was never a greedy person and was genuinely happy to be working in my hometown. But if I had options, I would’ve tried to get a job in Seoul.

‘Don’t skip steps!’ Dad had always said. ‘No matter if you’re in a hurry, you must take one step at a time.’

Back then I thought about his words and although I knew he was right, I also knew he wanted me to come back home for different reasons.

My mother had become very ill, and my dad, who wasn’t in his best form either, struggled to take care of her. While I was studying in Seoul they would often call, but never visit, saying they were too busy with work. The whole time they kept me in the dark about my mother’s health.

At my graduation, my father visited me, spoke to me. I knew what I wanted to do, stay in Seoul and hustle my way through, but in the end I did what needed to be done. I did the right thing. I packed my stuff and moved back home. Soon after, I was hired by the only hospital within a 150km radius. The medical staff, nurses and doctors had been working there for a long time and I felt uncomfortable being the only new member on the staff. But they made sure to welcome me and make me feel appreciated. My dad would always brag about me, about how talented I was. It always left a bittersweet aftertaste in my mouth.

If I was so talented, why was I wasting my talent here?

I never voiced these thoughts out loud though, too ashamed of even thinking them in the first place. Instead of being grateful, I was envying those who had it better than me.

Like Soojung, my best friend since med school. Although she never practiced medicine and married a rich husband after graduating, she now lived the life I always dreamt of.

“Are you not going in?”

“Soon.”

Lee Kangmin was a 4th-year resident, just like me. He would often ask for my help during a tricky procedure and we would have lunch together almost every day. There were no romantic feelings involved, although many colleagues would wish otherwise. Kangmin was like family to me, and the only reason I didn’t dread working in the countryside.

I was immediately bombarded with questions as soon as I entered the building. Nurses and medical staff wanted to know all kinds of stuff from me, making me feel more important than I actually was.

“I have to see the director, but I’ll be right back soon. In the meantime, try not to kill anyone!” It was my catchphrase and people around me hollered, before going back to their posts.

I had raised an eyebrow when I received the director’s text late last night.

Come see me first thing in the morning.

I racked my brain but couldn’t come up with a good enough reason for why he would want to see me.

Did I do something wrong? Did I mess up?

Sweating for no good reason, I turned the doorknob and entered the director’s office.

“Good morning!”

Hwang Inseok was a good-natured man in his early seventies. A cardio-thoracic surgeon in his prime himself, he now took over administrative work. He hired me on the spot, saying I was the doctor he’d been waiting for.

“I have good news. But I also have something to discuss with you.”

Hwang Inseok was always very cautious when talking to me, a mere resident. He said that excluding the attendings and the chief himself, I was the one who kept the business running, so in his eyes I was an essential part of the medical staff.

“What is it?” I didn’t like the tone of his voice. Immediately I prepared for the worst.

“As you know, we have yet to name a new chief resident. So I talked to the chief and brought up your name.”

I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it again. Hwang chuckled and got up off his swivel chair, walking up to me.

“But there’s more.”

“More good news?”

“Depends on how you look at it.” This caught my attention. He pointed to the couch and we both sat down facing each other.

“Over the weekend I visited a friend in Seoul. Kim Donghyun.”

When Hwang realized I had no idea who Kim Donghyun was, he let out a sharp breath, smiling mischievously.

“He’s the director at SNUH.”

“Seoul National University Hospital?”

Hwang nodded, pleased by my amazement and awe.

“We talked about lots of things and somehow we ended up talking about you!”

“Me? Why?”

“Well, he kept bragging about this young, hotshot doctor of his, and I wanted to one-up him.”

“So? Who won?”

“That’s the thing. The more I bragged about you the more I realized how unchallenged you must be. I felt bad for holding back such a bright surgeon, for letting such talent go to waste!”

“Hwang daepyonim!”

“It’s true! And my friend agreed. Also, he seemed very interested in you, so I asked him for a favor.”

“What?!”

“I asked him to hire you!”

“Ah, daepyonim!”

“He agreed to interview you. I think you should go.”

A million thoughts went through my head. There it was. My chance to rise. But was I ready?

“Hwa-”

“Before you say no, think about all the sacrifices you’ve made to become a doctor, think about how good you are and how much better you could be if guided by the excellent doctors at SNUH.”

“I know all that but-”

“Nothing’s keeping you here!”

He was right. After my parents died, I was living alone. And the truth was that since then I thought about moving to Seoul more than once. But living and working in the countryside also had its upsides. I didn’t have to worry about finding an apartment or making enough money to pay rent and be able to feed myself. I was saving a lot of money by living in my parents’ house.

“Promise me you’ll go! It’s just an interview. If you end up not getting in, you have the chief resident post waiting here for you!”

But that was it. I wanted to work at SNUH. As soon as I heard Hwang’s words, greed rose in me.

Hwang kept staring, waiting for a response. I blinked and nodded, watching his smile getting bigger.

“Though I must say I’m hurt thinking that you’re willing to let me go that easily. What will you do here without me?” It was meant as a joke but I watched as Hwang sighed, looking into the distance. Then he focused his eyes back on me.

“I’d rather struggle here to find good doctors than keep you from reaching your full potential.”

Especially after my parents’ death, I often found myself seeking Hwang’s help and expertise. If I really had a shot at SNUH I knew it was him I would miss the most.

“What did Hwang want from you?” Kangmin asked, when we sat down to eat a quick lunch later that day.

He was literally the only person I wanted to share the good news with, but as nothing was set in stone yet, I weighed my options and decided to let him know after my interview in Seoul.

Shaking my head, I replied with a full mouth. “Oh, you know, the usual!”

After a grueling shift, I headed back home, took a shower and heated up some leftover dinner from the night before. My thoughts were racing, and as much as I didn’t want to think about Seoul, it was the only thing on my mind.

Sighing, I pulled out my phone, my thumb hovering over one particular name.

‘Chaeyeon! It’s so good to hear your voice!’ Lim Soojung chirped into the phone. She sounded out of breath.

“Am I interrupting?”

‘Nonsense. I’m in the gym. On the treadmill. What’s up?’

Suddenly I regretted calling. It had been months since Soojung and I last spoke. After our graduation, our lifestyles could not have been any more different. While she married a rich business man who was 10 years older than her and told her that her only job was to be a wife and a mother, I was slaving away each day in the hospital.

“Nothing. I just called. Actually, I th-”

‘Who are you kidding? I can tell by your voice that there’s something on your mind. C’mon, spit it out!’

“I have an interview scheduled at SNUH.”

Soojung squealed, then I heard a loud thud.

“Are you okay?”

‘I almost fell off the treadmill, from jumping too much. Chaeyeon, that’s what you always wanted! I’m so happy for you!’

“I didn’t get the job yet!”

‘If you’re as good as you say, it’s practically yours. When is the interview?’

“In a week from tomorrow.”

‘Prefect! My husband is on a business trip next week. You should come a day early, sleep at my place. That way you’d be well rested and look fabulous for your interview!’

“We’ll see!”

‘Oh, please, say yes!’

Sighing, I rolled my eyes, even though Soojung couldn’t see me.

“Fine. If you insist.”

‘It’ll be the best slumber party ever!’

I hung up and ate the rest of my now cold dinner. Trying to suppress any emotions, I told myself that SNUH was a long shot and my chances of becoming chief resident here were much bigger.

Still, that night I went to sleep, dreaming about me living in Seoul again.

Nervously, I sat in front of Kim Donghyun, SNUH’s director. He wasn’t as good-natured as Hwang Inseok, but not as intimidating as I imagined him to be.

“Inseok already talked my ears off about you, but I want to hear directly from you. Why didn’t you apply for a residency here?”

“Ah, I had a situation at home, and it seemed right to work there.”

“I see. But now you’d be willing to move?”

“Yes!”

“I see here you’re in your fourth year of residency and you’ve already performed some impressive surgeries. Inseok was not wrong when he called you a genius.”

“I-” His hand shot up and my voice faltered.

“No. Take the compliment. You absolutely deserve it.”

Half an hour later I walked out of the hospital, walking through the streets like I had just seen a ghost. Fortunately, Soojung, who drove me there, was waiting for me in a nearby café. As soon as she saw me walking up to her, she got up embracing me in her arms.

“It’s oka-”

“I got it.”

“What?!” She was holding me at an arm’s length, studying my face to see if I was joking.

“I got the job.”

“Oh my God! Yes! I knew it!”

I giggled, wanting to remind her that she was ready to comfort me just moments ago.

“Ah, that? Oh, I was just confused because you looked so gloomy. Why the long face? Aren’t you happy?”

“I should be happy, right? It’s just ... I feel like I’m betraying Hwang Inseok.”

“He was the one who told you to go! I bet he’ll be thrilled to hear the good news!”

Anxiously biting on my bottom lip, I dialed his number, silently praying that he would be too busy to pick up my call.

When he picked up after the fourth ring, I cussed under my breath.

‘How did it go?’

“I got the job.”

‘Of course you did. Congratulations! I knew you would succeed. We must celebrate!’

“Well, I’ll be back tomorrow, so don’t tell anyone just yet.”

‘You got it! See you tomorrow!’

“Why don’t you want him to announce it?”

“Hmm? No reason. I’d just like to do it myself.”

The first thing I thought when Kim Donghyun offered me the job was Lee Kangmin. I did refuse to tell him about it earlier and was regretting it now.

“Is there someone you don’t want to leave behind?” Soojung asked cautiously, but when our eyes met, hers grew big.

“There is? Tell me everything!”

“It’s not like that! He’s a cherished colleague, that’s all!”

“Uh huh, sure!”

I smiled involuntarily, amused by Soojung’s carefree demeanor. Only then I realized how miserable I have been all this time.

“Ha! You’re smiling. It means I’m right! Tell me, what’s his name?”

Lee Kangmin was of course excited to hear the good news. Everyone was. And even though they congratulated me, throwing me a farewell party, I could see the sadness in their eyes. Especially in those of Lee Kangmin.

That night I asked him if he wanted to come to my house for coffee.

“Are you having second thoughts?” He asked, casually plopping down on the sofa.

My silence was an even stronger answer than any denial.

“I feel like I’m letting everybody down!”

“You’re just too nice, Chae! Every attending knows this. They take advantage of you. They’re only disappointed because from now on they’ll have to do their own procedures.” Kangmin stated, shrugging.

“So, you’re not mad?”

“Me? Why would I be mad? Because you didn’t put in a good word for me as well? Nooo!”

“Wait. Maybe I should!”

“Now that would definitely piss off Hwang. He may be fine losing you but if I leave as well, the place will crumble.”

I laughed wholeheartedly, glad that Kangmin understood and supported me. “Yeah, you’re right. We can’t let that happen!”

A week later I had packed all my belongings and had loaded them up in a moving truck.

Soojung was busy hunting down an apartment for me. So far all the suggestions she sent me were outside my budget.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll help you get an apartment that’s close to the hospital and also spacious enough.’

In the end she decided more or less for me. The apartment looked big, and expensive. But when I asked her about the price she said it was within the budget.

When I arrived there, she was already waiting for me.

“So? Did I promise too much?”

“There’s no way this apartment is only 1.000.000krw! Where’s the catch? What did you do?”

“What do you mean? I did nothing. I negotiated. Also, my husband knows the building owner and he got a special deal.”

“Ya! Lim Soojung!”

“It’s Yoon now! Besides, I wanted to make sure nothing would get in the way of you moving here.”

I sighed, but started unpacking my things anyway. Soojung helped along and we were able to finish setting up everything.

“I already booked us in for a full day at the spa on Sunday, and tomorrow we’re going shopping!”

After a relaxing weekend, I stood in front of my chief resident I was supposed to shadow for a week. I knew nothing about her, but her appearance told me she must’ve been a nerd in school. Just like me.

“… and this is the break room. Usually it’s empty, so if you need a couple minutes of quiet, you can come here during the day.” She offered, repositioning the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Not too long ago I looked like her, wearing horn-rimmed glasses. Until I decided to get Lasik.

“Thanks.” I beamed at her, grateful that she offered to show me around.

“Any questions?” She stammered while struggling to balance the patients’ folders in her arms. I shook my head.

“Okay, then. Follow me. We’ll start with rounds. But first we need to gather our interns. They’re an odd bunch and still wet behind the ears but they’re eager to impress you so they’ll do everything you tell them to.”

Nodding, I took notes, walking down the aisle next to Ahn So Hee.

“Don’t worry! In a few days it’ll feel like you’ve been with us forever.”

“I hope so.” I released a desperate sigh. “Switching workplaces makes me nervous. I’m confident in my skills, but no one here knows that yet, so in their eyes I look inexperienced.”

“I’ve read your resume, trust me, soon they’ll find out what a great surgeon you are.”

Ahn So Hee’s reassuring words calmed my tense nerves and allowed me to relax my muscles. My shoulders dropped and I puffed up my chest, walking more confidently.

“Oh, and here’s a little insider tip. The vending machines by the elevators have the best coffee!”

Smiling, she ushered me towards them and bought me a cup of the steaming beverage. It was pretty decent for vending machine coffee and a welcomed remedy for my oncoming headache.

“Ugh, I almost forgot about him.” I heard So Hee mumble next to me, her head turned to the side, eyes glued on a bunch of doctors coming down the stairs.

I followed her gaze curiously. I saw the doctors walking next to a guy, as if they were protecting him, shielding him from any unwanted interactions. Despite having his back turned towards me, he looked very familiar.

When he turned around, walking towards us, I gasped audibly, quickly raising a hand to cover my mouth.

“Park Jaebeom?”

“You know him?” I heard So Hee’s incredulous voice, but she sounded very far away.

He walked with quick steps towards us, the mostly older doctors walking with him struggling to keep up with his pace. My breath caught in my throat as he approached me. A million questions ran through my mind. I was about to open my mouth and greet him when I realized he wasn’t even looking at me, just passed by without acknowledging my presence and got in the elevator.

What in the fresh hell is Park Jaebeom doing here?

-> next chapter

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alpaca-md · 5 days

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Dead on the table

Enji x Toshinori kinda??

Two of the best surgeons, both working at the best hospital in Japan. Their (one sided) rivalry burning red hot since Med school. Toshinori however was always there to lend a shoulder to Enji, despite his many issues with the other man. This time… was different somehow.

Masterlist

(DISCLAIMER!! I don’t know anything about medicine, do NOT take anything is this as accurate or reflective of reality. I did like no research lol)

1:17 AM.

Toshinori had just arrived at the hospital after being paged, he didn’t have much to attend to outside of his hospital duties, so his availability was flexible.

He practically ran through the doors of the ER, still out of breath from running all the way from the metro station. Most of the other on-call staff were busy attending to recent injuries. Burn victims flooded the floor, he had to suit up quick…

On his way to the locker room he briefly passed Dr. Todoroki, his colleague and fellow surgeon. He knew they’d both be swamped, Todoroki especially. He smiled in confidence knowing he could rely on the trauma surgeon to do his best. The other man was wheeling a patient down to the OR, his burns seemed so severe… now wasn’t the time however. He’d asses the situation once he was properly dressed and signed in.

***

5:34 AM.

Toshinori sighed, watching another gurney being wheeled to the morgue. The burn unit staff had done an excellent job keeping as many people alive as they could. He’d even performed an emergency surgery on one of the firefighters at the scene, that man was lucky he was alive and he still had a long healing journey ahead of him. But he couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope and pride that he’d been able to save his life. His heart even stopped at one point!

He smiled with fondness, knowing for sure there was someone who’d be overjoyed to know he was alive.

That smile quickly dropped when Todoroki walked in, a look on his face that sent shivers down the spine of everyone in the room. A look he was sure could flatline a patient just by looking at the monitor… Yet he still waved at him, knowing how tired he must be.

“Don’t.” He spat, shoving past the taller man. Toshinori was used to his antics, he knew how Todoroki could be when he was having a bad day. Though usually he only got like this when family was involved, on the rare occasions his daughter or one of his sons decided to visit or give him a call. This was strange.

He frowned as well, thinking of what could possibly be troubling him.

Technically he was free to head home now that the emergency was over and most patients were in stable condition…

In the lobby, he passed by 3 ambulance workers he was friendly with.

“Ah, Yamada-san! Quite the night you’ve had, huh?” He patted his hand on the blond man’s shoulder, a friendly gesture they’d shared before.

“Dr. Toshinori! No kidding… Our shift was just about over too…!” He groaned, resting his head on the other man’s hand.

“Quit whining Hizashi, we’re going home soon. Just have to finish this paperwork and clock out.” Aizawa grumbled, his nose deep in papers.

Nemuri waltzed in with a tray of coffee in her hands, 5 all together. “Hey guys!! Who wants coffee!?” She exclaimed, quickly handing them out to her coworkers. She extended a hand to Toshinori as well, a warm smile on her face.

“Got one for you too, Dr! I had a feeling they’d page you~ It’s like I’m psychic! I even predicted that something crazy would happen tonight!”

“Come on… you say that every night. It was bound to happen eventually.” Aizawa grumbled, handling all the paperwork himself.

“Thank you, Kayama-san. I see you have an extra, anyone In mind?” Toshinori chuckled, taking the warm coffee from her. On a cold morning like this he really needed that…

“Nah, I just won a free one! Some thing they were doing or something. How fun is that!?” Hizashi nodded along with her, a large grin on his face as he took a sip.

“Say, what even happened? A fire in the winter? I know it’s possible, just thought it was odd.” Toshinori asked, hand in his pocket.

Her smile suddenly disappeared, talking about their work usually had that effect.

“Some guy set alight a propane tank right outside a gas station, it was brutal.” Nemuri’s voice had a cold air to it. An apathy that was necessary in her position.

“I see… well, thank you again. You mind if I have the extra…?”

Toshinori bid the trio farewell, paying back Nemuri despite her many protests. He held paramedics and first responders in very high regard, he’d never be able to do their jobs the way they do… working out in the field is a tough and often stressful job. He made sure to befriend those who worked on the same shifts he did!

Two coffee’s in hand, he searched the hospital hallways. Looking for someone specific.

***

6:23 AM.

Enji sat alone, on a bench in front of a large window. He sighed deeply, elbows on his knees and head held low. He’d always been a fan of winter he supposed… the cold air and snow covering the ground. This night was different, he couldn’t care less that the harsh weather barely affected him. Its soothing effect totally negated.

The echo of heavy footsteps made him straighten his posture, and crane his neck to identify the source.

That man… his smiling face and golden hair. He’d be able to spot him in a crowd of thousands without trouble. He had an aura to him, like radiant light.

He scrunched up his nose and scoffed.

“What is it? I’m busy.” Beside him was some papers and a clipboard, but it was clear they hadn’t been touched in some time.

“Some friends brought me some coffee, thought you’d want one.” He offered him the large cup. Enji eyed it with a glare, but relented. On any other day he would refuse, scoff and leave without another word. But not tonight.

“So… what’s got you so shaken up there? I’ve never seen you do down!” Toshinori sat down beside him, he had a smile on his face but there was something else behind it. An emotion he’d never seen in the other man, something he hid very well, even better than himself. Worry.

When it came to patients he never seemed worried, not in the slightest. He’d tell them good and bad news, do surgeries that he himself had turned down. And he did it all with such a naive confidence that seemed to be rewarded over and over again.

“I’m not down.” He spat, his eyes shifting between Toshinori and the papers in between them.

He noticed, and extended his hand with some hesitance. When he found no opposition he placed them in his lap and read them, eyes going wide at the words.

“Patient name: Touya Todoroki. Extensive 4th degree burns all across the body, concentrated in the chest and lower jaw area.”

Toshinori read over the words, he almost couldn’t believe it.

“Is… is he yours? I thought he died years ago.” He said, his tone awkward and unsure. Getting even this far with Dr. Todoroki was new for him. The man usually wanted nothing at all to do with him.

Enji nodded, solemn yet there was no emotion on his face. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

“He left, and led a life of crime. I had basically disowned him, and I still stand by that.”

Toshinori listened intently, trying to understand the other man’s feelings and maybe help him in some way? He’d dealt with the families of countless patients, always able to do something, anything at all when a loved one passed. But this all felt so foreign. He hadn’t the slightest idea what to say, so he said nothing.

“I…” he sighed, “I didn’t speak to him for ten years.” Toshinori’s eyes went wide, he ran away at thirteen years old!?

“Did you at least get to talk to him before he died…?” He asked with hesitation, totally unable to gage his emotions.

“No. I didn’t. He was unconscious when he came in, and died on the table while under anesthesia. I don’t think he felt any pain.” Enji looked away, his muscular shoulders slumped and lax.

Toshinori frowned, “It wasn’t your fault he died. I have confidence that you did everything you could.” He placed a hand on his back, and the touch wasn’t met with resistance. So he decided to push his luck.

“I don’t know your situation, Todoroki. But what I do know is that there is nothing that can be done now, the past is past now. All you can do is push forward.” He smiled weakly, leaning down to look Enji in the eyes.

“Damn you… damn you and your damned smile.” Enji sat up with an intense look on his face, brows furrowed together. “Don’t use those methods on me, we went to the same med school. I know them all. I don’t want to hear any of it, especially from you.” His voice dripped with spite and resentment. A feeling he held onto for his entire career.

Toshinori huffed, confusion twisting inside his mind.

“You have a problem with me, I get that. But I only want to help you, I hate seeing my fellow colleagues in this state.” He looked in his eyes with earnest, hoping it got through to him.

Enji stood up, picking up his clipboard and slipping his white coat back on. The bench creaked from the weight no longer pressing down on it, breaking the silence in the hallway. Toshinori followed, and now they both faced each other.

“Your pity is wasted on me, Yagi. Don’t even bother. And don’t question my judgment either, I’ll be just fine.” And with that he turned and walked away, not sparing him another word.

Toshinori stood there, with only one coffee in his hand. The first sliver of the sun was finally coming up, and bathed the hallway in pinkish yellow light. He nodded, knowing he trusted him and believed him when he said his judgment wouldn’t be compromised. If he knew anything about Dr. Todoroki it was that nothing phased him, perhaps not even the death of his own son.

Snow fell outside the window, as sirens rung out outside. An ambulance pulling up to the hospitals emergency room caught his eye as he looked out. His pager started to buzz in his hand, no doubt him having got it as well… he turned on his heel and headed in the opposite direction. The elevator dinged, and he entered. Followed not long after by Enji.

There was a heavy silence in the elevator, soon to be broken by another emergency.

#mha #bnha #mha fanfic #fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #Surgeon AU #enji todoroki #yagi toshinori #all might #endeavor #Enji x Toshinori

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bonky-n-steeb · 3 years

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𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

My previous account was deleted so I’ll be posting the stories again. I’ll be changing this one, so yeah.

Inform me if y’all wanna be tagged!

You stared at the ticking clock, counting the seconds for his return, while Iris played with her stuffed tiger that her dada had bought for her. Her father was finally coming home after serving for a really long time in the military. Bucky was everything you had wanted and more.

Though you both had a small and cute wedding when you were way too young, it still was one of the best days of your life. Since the day you had met him, he had been hell bent on joining the army as he somehow felt the need to protect people after what had happened to his father. So, after serving his first term, while you were still a second-year graduate student, he had proposed and you had accepted without wasting a second.

Soon you had found yourself pregnant, during your pregnancy, he had been there for your every beck and call. You still remembered his face when Iris was born; it was filled with such adoration and love, you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Iris was literally the female version of her dad, her cute nose, her lips and most importantly her blue eyes; her eyes had played a small role in naming her.

Having a kid and completing your medical residency had been tough, but whenever Bucky was home, he took care of all the housework and kept Iris busy for as long as possible. Just one thing which you didn’t like was all this time he spent away from home and the immense risk that came along with being on active duty. But he wasn’t just your Bucky, was he, he was Sgt. Barnes, too.

But now as you sat staring at the clock, you feared that when he returned, Bucky wouldn't be the same man he was. While on duty, there had been an explosion and he had lost his arm. Hearing his voice on the phone was enough to tell you that he was broken. You were waiting to take him in your arms and tell him that it would be fine.

Just then the bell rang and you quickly got up and unlocked the door. And there he was, his eyes without their usual luster, filled with unshed tears. As Iris ran towards him, he quickly scooped her up in his right arm. “dada! I missed you s’much” she said kissing his face. You wondered whether she didn’t notice or was simply ignoring his missing arm after you gave her a little ‘talk’ about it. “I missed you too Rissie! I love you my little princess!” he said smothering her with kisses. “I'm a Queen!” she exclaimed. “Alright your majesty. Now may I enter your palace and meet my wife?” Iris pretended to think and then exclaimed a yes.

“Hey, don’t cry” he said as he dropped Iris down. You hadn't even noticed that you were crying. You quickly wrapped him in your arms and he held you tight, fearing that you might slip away. You both didn’t speak for a long time, you were too busy being buried in each other's neck, but then you felt the moisture collect on your shoulder. As you let go, you realized his dam had broken and he was crying too.

“I love you Bucky bunny” you said playfully. Somehow long back, you had come up with this nickname while watching Looney Tunes; your magnificent brain had somehow morphed Bugs Bunny into Bucky bunny. He pretended to hate it saying it sounded like some porn stars name, and therefore you teased him even more. “I love you too.” he replied staring deep into your soul.

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As you both retired to your bedroom after ensuring Iris was fast asleep, you simply laid in bed without talking. Your hands were quietly exploring the same planes of his body you had travelled a million times over. You hesitated to touch his arm at first, fearing whether he was comfortable with it or not. But as you slowly began to trace the scars, he let out a long breath.

You wished he didn’t have to suffer this; you wished all went to the way it was previously; you wished that his eyes shone just as brightly as they did before. But that didn’t mean you loved him any less now. Though throughout the day he pretended to be just fine, you knew he wasn’t even close to being fine.

“Are you going to leave me?” he finally broke the silence. You couldn’t help but give him a confused expression, why would he ask that? “You don’t have to pretend. Not with me. Just say and I'll go. I don’t want to be a burden to you... ” you shut him up by kissing him. “I am not leaving you Buck. I’m gonna stick with you like an octopus.” you said chuckling. “Buck, we’ll go through everything and anything if we are together. I just want you to be happy. We'll make it work; we will find a way. And trust me when I say I love you more than anything.”

You spent the entire night, tangled in each other, telling him how much you loved and cherished him.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

You were tired and your back was aching after performing a long surgery. As you opened the door, you were greeted with the smell if your favorite dish being cooked in the house. As you walked straight to the kitchen you were stunned to see Bucky somehow managing to cook with Iris sitting on the kitchen counter. Though the kitchen was a mess, you weren't going to complaint, all you could see was the blinding happiness on his face.

“Look who is back! Guess what mama bear?” Bucky said joyously. You wondered what was the reason behind his joy. “Daddy is gonna get his arm back!” Rissie exclaimed happily. This wasn’t news to you though. You had talked to Bucky about getting a prosthetic arm and he hadn't been half this excited. Seeing your confusion Bucky responded “Well, I got a call this morning. They are not only giving me my job back but giving me a cool new arm. I'll be on duty again!”

You weren't sure whether to be happy or sad. You were euphoric about Bucky’s job and arm but at the same time you were worried for his life. “That’s amazing Buck!” you hugged him tightly as Iris slipped between you two. Your eyes were filled with happy tears. He was happy and that’s all that mattered right now.

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FOUR YEARS LATER

You finally had a holiday from your hectic schedule as a surgeon. Iris was off to school and after some pushing you had persuaded Bucky to go get groceries. You wondered what had happened to Bucky. Something had changed after he got that arm, rather everything had changed. He wasn’t lively anymore, he got irritated at small things, stared off absently into space not responding to anything, he constantly looked behind his back, nor did he laugh at any of your jokes, you missed his laughter and that's what hurt you the most.

Not to mention the horrid dead blank stare he gave you some days, intently looking at your every move like a predator, that thing scared the shit out of you. In the past two years not once you and Bucky had accepted Thor’s dinner invitations. You didn’t have many friends, you just had one, Thor. He was with you since your residency and you both worked together as trauma surgeons. Bucky and Thor had become quick friends too and the three of you went on many double dates. But that was a thing of the past. Now, whenever Thor invited you, Bucky simply came up with a stupid reason to not go. Bucky had become so closed off; he wasn’t the thoughtful and jolly Bucky you fell in love with.

Now that you finally had the house to yourself, you had decided to go on a cleaning spree. Currently you were in your bathroom; busy cleaning with your mop, when you accidentally slipped on some spilt soap water and ended up falling right beside the bathtub, your mop flew up and hit the ceiling tiles, thus displacing them. Suddenly a small diary fell right on your head. Placing your right hand on the ledge of the bath tub, you waited for everything to settle down and cursed loudly. “Fuck you, you goddamning son of a bitch! Everything had to fall on my head! Pathetic!”.

You saw that you mop as now dangling on the bath tub and that stupid diary which had apparently fallen from heaven knows where was laying right beside you. As you looked up, you noticed the displaced tiles and realized that’s where this must have fallen from. As you picked up the diary you noticed there wasn't any dust on it, so there wasn't a chance that the previous owners might have left something in the false ceiling above. And it definitely wasn’t you, Iris was too small to keep something there; that only left Bucky. But why did he never mention this diary before. What exactly was he hiding?

As you opened the diary, you realized that you couldn’t understand a single word written. It felt as it was written in some highly complex code language. You were sure it wasn’t any language spoken everyday by sane humans. As you flipped through the pages you realized that every page was written in the same format. At the top was presumably some names written in the code and the rest was probably the information of that person.

You wondered how did Bucky know this language? And why didn’t he ever tell you about anything, heck, he didn’t even mention it. And whose names had he written like it was the most confidential file? You got up and quickly closed the lid on the toilet and climbed up on it. You stuck your hand inside the hollow ceiling above to check if he was hiding something more.

Your hand caught something and you pulled it out, only to realize it was a laptop. You wondered why he needed a second laptop when he already had one for work purposes in the home office. You took the laptop and the diary and sat down in the bathroom itself, so that if you when you would hear Bucky come you would simply put everything back up in the ceiling. You opened the laptop and saw it was password protected. You decided you would have two tries at unlocking the laptop and if you didn’t crack it, you would simply confront him.

You first tried out typing Iris's name and her date of birth. But it was denied access. You thought for a minute more and entered your own name and your birthdate. And access was granted to you. You didn’t know whether to be happy that he had kept your name as his password or angry that he had been lying to you about whatever this was. As the laptop opened, you saw various files in it. You tapped on one and it seemed to open on a person’s resume. No, it wasn’t a resume, it was that person’s entire life history. It was like those files the assassins carried in movies with all the information about their target. You wondered what Jason Bourne shit this was.

As you read his name and saw the photos attached with it, you felt as if you had seen this person before. As you scrolled further, it finally clicked. A year before this person, who held a high position in the United Nations, was all over the news due to his untimely death caused by a heart attack. You had absolutely no interest in worldly matters, you already had a million problems on your head so you hadn't paid much attention and had not given a flying fuck. But now suddenly sweat was covering your forehead. You were worried sick as to why Bucky had all this information stored in a secret computer.

As you scrolled further, you almost reached the end of the file and that’s when you saw the video. With shaky hands you opened it. It seemed to be the security footage of that man’s bedroom and its resolution was pretty shitty. For the first few minutes all you saw was the man sleeping peacefully but as the video continued, you noticed it. The window in his room was slowly lifted as a man entered. He seemed to be dressed in tactical gear, his face was covered by a mask, but he was given away by one tell-tale sign. His arm. The metal arm with a red star on it glinted in the moonlight and you knew it was Bucky.

You watched as Bucky quietly walked towards the sleeping man. As he stood near the bed, he produced something from his pocket and bent down. As you strained your eyes, you saw that it was an injection. Your eyes widened as you clapped your hand around your mouth. That man hadn't died due to a heart attack, at least not natural. He was murdered by Bucky!

You opened another file, then another, they all were the same. In the beginning it was the information about the person, then a report as to how they died and then a video. All of them were well known figures; and all of them had been assassinated by Bucky. In one of the videos, you saw him choking the life out of a man with his metal arm and your mind wandered to the many times you would playfully tell him to choke you with the metal arm while fucking you; your hand unconsciously went to your throat at the thought.

Then you opened a file titled: The Winter Soldier. That was weird you thought, the other files were given numbers but not names. As you opened the file, you realized it was Bucky’s own. Apparently, his codename was The Winter Soldier. Everything about him was stated in that file systematically. His background, his education, his military career and the worst of all, there were your and Iris’s photos too. As you continued to read, you realized he wasn’t working in the military anymore. Four years before, the people who had called him were from an organization named Hydra. The name and symbol itself sent chills down your spine. God, was Bucky so stupid, the octopus symbol itself screamed that Hydra was up to no good.

In the beginning, you couldn’t believe Bucky had gotten such a fancy and technological advanced arm. Looking at it you wondered how much it cost, the material and the functions would make it no less than a few million dollars. Now why would the government spend so much money on a sergeant, not that Bucky didn’t deserve it but you were curious.

It felt as if he was hiding something from you. But you didn’t as ask as you knew he’d come around and tell you soon anyway. He needed time and you had plenty to give. But he never did. You had asked so many times whether the star was a tattoo of some sort and he had always deflected your questions. But now after reading this, you knew what all this was for. The arm, the pay raise, the irregular schedule, it was all Hydra. And Bucky was a professional assassin, and that too a deadly one.

Your eyes watered and bile rose to your throat as you saw a list, it was all the people he had killed, and the list was pretty big. You quickly placed the laptop besides you and began to puke your guts out in the toilet. In all the panic you failed to notice that a person was holding back your hair and soothingly rubbing your back.

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starryeyedrookie · 3 years

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Before It’s Too Late (Ethan x MC)

Book: Set during book 2 ch. 11.

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Evelyn Long)

Word count: 1,996

Rating: General

Category: Angst

Summary: An attack scene rewrite when Ethan spends the night with MC.

A/N: Characters and some dialogue owned by Pizelberry.

I finally decided how I was going to write this rewrite. Initially I was trying to do a full chapter rewrite but half way through, I was already at 3k+ words so it would be waaaay to long. Thankfully, I managed to summarize it but also give it a ton of angst. (This was my first time writing angst btw.) I hope you enjoy!

8:30 pm

It's been exactly five hours since the attack. Five excruciatingly long hours since Evelyn’s world was turned upside down.

Travis, Senator Ed’s assistant, had slowly been poisoning him with lead. When they went to confront him, he pulled out a can and sprayed everyone in the room with a deadly unknown substance.

The Senator managed to escape and Travis was dead. But so was Bobby, with Danny fighting for his life.

Evelyn begins to cry again as she thinks about Bobby’s wife and two kids that he left behind. They would now have to grow up without their dad. He would miss so many big milestones in their lives all because of two selfish people.

“E-Evelyn…?” a weak voice calls from across the room.

She walks over to the bed where Raf is lying down, a light sheen of sweat covering his pale face.

The team had come a little while ago with a shot that they had hoped would slow the progression of their symptoms, but Raf’s still seemed to be getting worse.

“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly, gently wiping the tears from her face.

“I was just… thinking about Bobby’s family and… everything that he… would miss. He was… just telling me… this morning that… his oldest daughter is turning sixteen this year…”

“I know… life isn’t fair. They didn’t deserve any of this.”

“You didn’t either, Raf.”

“But I saved you from having to suffer so much… and that’s what matters.”

“Raf…”

“Shh… listen, I feel… like I’m… getting worse. Will you… do me a favour?”

“Of course. Anything you need.”

“Please help me call my vovo.”

Evelyn hands Raf his phone to unlock, then scrolls through his contacts until she sees his grandmother’s name, tapping it, she places the phone to his ear.

“Olá, vovo.”

“No… I’m not well. There was an attack at the hospital today and the Senator’s assistant tried to kill him. A few people were in the room when it happened. The Senator escaped, but his assistant and one person that works here died and the other is in critical condition. Evelyn and I are in quarantine right now.”

“I just wanted to let you know… that if I… don’t make it… I love you with all my heart.”

“Alright, take care. I love you too.”

“Thank you, Evelyn.” he takes a shaky breath, his heart rate slowing and growing more shallow.

“Evelyn… I think you should… call the team… I'm sorry I couldn't save you… that this… might be the way it ends…” he murmurs, eyes meeting hers, as warm and kind as the day they met.

Taking his hand, she can barely see him through her tears.

“You'll make it through this Raf… I know you will…”

He smiles up at her before his eyes flutter closed and his hand falls away.

Moments later Ethan and June rush into the room.

“I’d hoped that the treatment would buy us more time,” Ethan says sadly.

“We don’t know that it didn’t.” Evelyn tries reassuring him.

He nods as June’s eyes fill with sympathy.

“We’ll get him to the support suite. There’s still a chance that we could fix this Evelyn.” June tells her, as she prepares Rafael for transport.

Evelyn’s almost too scared to ask, but she needs to know. “How’s Danny?”

“We… we lost him.” Ethan’s voice comes out in a whisper.

“No…”

“Before he died he… he asked to be autopsied. To help the two of you.”

As Ethan turns to help June, Evelyn reports Raf’s most recent symptom of hot cold reversal.

“Stay strong, Evelyn. We’ll know more soon.” June tells her reassuringly as she and Ethan slowly push Raf out of the room.

Now she’s all alone, curled up on her bed, the pressure in her head becoming almost too much to bear.

Her mind drifts to Danny. She remembers her first day when he was the one that told her that she had just performed a thoracotomy with Ethan Ramsey. The night of the party her roommates had when he and Sienna talked all night until they fell asleep together on the couch.

Sienna. All Evelyn wanted to do was rush to her side and hold her. She and Danny were supposed to be together. They were meant for each other. But how he was gone, and Sienna would have to live with that loss. She probably never even got to say goodbye.

Goodbye. Evelyn had to be prepared.

Picking up her phone, she sees that she has several missed calls and messages.

Calling her mom, she picks up immediately.

“Evelyn sweetie! Are you okay?! Oh my goodness, we saw what happened on the news and I thought we lost you!”

Hearing her mom’s voice, her tears start falling again.

“I’m hanging in there right now mom. It’s just me in the room now. Rafael just got taken to the support suite.”

“Oh, sweetie…”

“Mom… is everyone there?”

“Yes, honey. We’re all here.”

“Can you put me on speaker please?”

“Hey Evey.” she hears her dad’s voice say.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Hi Evelyn, do they know what it is yet?

“Hi Ben, no they don’t. We got a shot earlier that was supposed to slow the progression of the symptoms, but we don’t have a cure yet.”

“Oh.”

“Listen, guys… if I don’t make it…”

“No Evelyn! You can’t say that!” her heart breaks as she hears Ben crying through the phone.

“Wait… just listen to me. I’m preparing for the worst. I want you guys to know… that I love you all so much. And I want to thank you for everything that you’ve done to help me fulfill my dreams.”

Aside from the sound of soft cries, the line is silent.

Finally, her dad speaks up.

“We love you too sweetie. Stay strong and hang in there. You’ll be fine.”

“I’ll try… take care.”

“Bye.”

Later, her friends and the diagnostics team are gathered outside her window. Bryce looks at her with haunted eyes while a crying Sienna buries her face in Jackie’s shoulder.

“How’s Kyra? The surgery must be over by now…”

“She’s fine and resting. We haven’t told her what happened yet.”

“Good idea.”

“So, do you know what it is yet?”

Ethan explains to her that it’s a maitotoxin that he had never seen before. It was still present in Danny’s bony postmortem and on the surface of his skin.

Processing the information, the realization hits Evelyn like a ton of bricks.

“Maitotoxin… that’s derived from parasites in fish, isn’t it? But… there’s no antidote so… I’m going to die here…” her voice now barely a whisper. “I can’t believe this. Today was supposed to be happy. Kyra was supposed to have a successful surgery and everything was supposed to be fine… but now Danny’s dead, Raf is in a coma, and I’m… I’m…” Evelyn buries her face in her hands as she begins to cry.

“Now isn’t the time to give up hope Evelyn. Because of Raf’s actions, you didn’t get much in your system so your symptoms aren’t as advanced. There may not be an antidote as yet, but I promise you that we’ll be working round-the-clock to synthesize one.” Ethan tries to sound as confident as he can, his heart breaking to see Evelyn hurting.

“You won’t be alone.”

Everyone turns around to see that the statement had come from Tobias, as he, and several Mass Kenmore doctors approached them, all prepared to do whatever it takes.

As everyone heads down to the lab, Ethan lingers behind at the window.

“Are you okay, Ethan?”

“No, Evelyn, I’m not okay. But you don’t need to hear about that. You should try and get some rest. Have you slept at all?”

“No. I can’t stop thinking about Rafael. How long he can last… whether… whether it’s already…”

“…Do you want me to stay for a while?”

“Yes, please. If this is my last night alive, I want to spend it with you.”

“If I was in your position, I’d feel the same way about you.”

“Really?”

“Really, Evelyn.”

Suiting up and entering the room, he gently guides her to the bed.

“Now lie down. I know it sounds impossible, but I need you to relax and try to think about something happy.”

As she lies down, Ethan gently pulls up the covers around her.

“Something happy like what it would be like if we went on a date?”

“If that’s what makes you happy then sure.”

Her happiness leaves as quickly as it came.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just feel like there are so many things that I should have done.”

“Like what?”

“I should have loved more.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve spent the last decade focusing on college, med school, work, always guarding my heart because I might be in another city the next year. It makes me wonder… what could have been,” she confesses sadly.

Ethan is quiet for a long moment.

“Since we’re sharing regrets, do you mind if I share one of mine?”

“Go ahead.”

Reaching across, Ethan’s gloved hand finds hers.

“I wish I hadn’t asked you to stay away.”

“You do?” she asks surprised.

“We’ve wasted so much time. I’ve wasted so much time. I should have held you in my arms every day and told you how much I… how much I love you.”

“Ethan?”

“Shh… I just needed you to know… that no matter what happens… I love and care about you more than I can ever tell you.”

“I love you too, Ethan.”

“You do?”

“Of course! I thought you knew that already.”

“I did. It’s just so wonderful to hear you say it.”

“I wish I could kiss you.”

“Soon. You will soon.”

Joining her on the bed, he wraps his bulky arms around her as eyes begin to flutter closed.

“Evelyn? Can you please look at me?”

“Hmm?”

Forcing her eyes open, she looks at him through his helmet.

“Promise me that you’ll keep fighting. That you won’t give up. Oh, Evelyn… our story’s only just begun and it can’t end here. Please… please promise me.”

“…I… promise,” she whispers before falling asleep.

The next morning she wakes up to excruciating pain in her stomach. Doubling over, Ethan reaches across from the chair for her.

“It’s okay Evelyn, you’ll be alright!”

Feeling weaker than ever, she can barely make out the blurry figures running to her window.

“Evelyn! We did it!” Aurora shouts.

“Huh?”

Baz and June enter the room with the antidote as Tobias explains how they did it.

“What about Raf? He’s much sicker than I am…”

“We administered it to him, but too far there’s been no chance. It’s possible we’re already too late.” Sienna gloomily reveals.

“But he hasn’t gotten any worse, that has to mean something!” Elijah adds.

As Ethan gently injects the serum into her vein, he whispers into her ear.

“Hang in there, Evelyn.”

Over the next several anxious hours, June comes regularly to take her blood.

Slowly, her blood pressure stabilizes and the nausea begins to fade.

As Evelyn looks around, she realizes that the room no longer looks blurry.

“Get up.”

She turns around to see a hazmat suit free Ethan stroll into the room with a big smile on his face.

“You mean…”

“It worked. There’s no trace of toxin left in your bloodstream. Even if there are still traces in the room, we know now that we can-”

“Oh!”

Evelyn flies into Ethan's arms pulling him into a tight hug.

“…What you’re saying is I’m finally free to do this?”

“Yes. This too.”

He leans down capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as tears fall down both of their faces.

“Ethan, aren’t you worried that someone will see?”

“No. After almost losing you, I’ve decided that there are more important things to worry about than what people will think. I love you with all my heart, Evelyn Long.”

Through her tears, she smiles up at him.

“I love you too, Ethan.”

{Two Weeks Later}

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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BTS Reaction || You’re A Doctor [Request]

Seokjin:

You had applied for different hospitals, GP's and small hospices in the area where you and Jin lived together but no one had gotten back to you.

"I'm sure it'll be here soon," Jin said as he came into the living room to see you sitting on the window seat of your living room, staring out of the window for the mail lady but soon wasn't soon enough. You wanted the mail there and now.

"The more you look the longer it'll take." He said playfully earning a glare from you, you were clutching onto a coffee mug as you stared out of the window for the woman. As soon as she was at the bottom of the drive you threw yourself out of the seat, putting down the mug on a coffee table and waiting for the mailbox to be filled.

Jin stared down at all the rejection letters that were sitting on the table, all of them denying you coming to work for them, each with different reasons but it was all rejection at the end of the day.

"Jagi-" Jin couldn't finish because the doorbell rang, you got up from the floor and wiped your eyes as you walked over to answer it. You hadn't meant to start crying but it was disheartening being told that no one wanted you,

"I'm sorry, I left this one in my van and I thought I should deliver it." The lady handed you a bigger envelope and you said goodbye, walking into the house and throwing it onto the letter.

"You're not going to open it?" Jin asked but you shook your head, not being able to handle another 'We regret to inform you' letter.

"You do it, I can't." Jin ripped the letter open and read it through.

"Dear Dr Y/l/n, we would like to first thank you for your application to work at our hospital, below we have given a list of dates and times for interviews please get back-" Jin couldn't finish because you flung yourself in his direction staring at the letter and starting to scream happily. Not only was it one of the best hospitals in Seoul, but it was also your dream hospital. You only applied for the fun of it not thinking for even a second that they would actually accept someone who had just left medical school.

"I'M IN!" You screamed throwing yourself into Jin's arms and crying into his neck as he held you and kissed your face,

"I told you, baby."

Yoongi:

Four boys were standing anxiously in your office while another was sat on a wheelchair in front of you,

"Hi, I'm Doctor Y/l/n what seems to be the problem?" You asked looking through the chart to see the name of the one in the wheelchair. While you spoke to Namjoon about what happened to Jungkook's foot Yoongi stared at you the whole time, watching as you paid close attention to what Namjoon and Jungkook were saying before looking at his foot and trying to determine the best course of action.

"I'll need to do stitches, would anyone mind waiting with him while the rest left?" You questioned knowing the room was too small to do this with six people inside.

"I'll stay!" Yoong said rather quickly making Namjoon and Jungkook raise their eyebrows at him but Namjoon, Jimin and Jin left the room and you were left with Yoongi and Jungkook.

"You're a good friend." You said getting the tools ready for Jungkook who was watching you closely,

"He's like a brother to me," Yoongi said with a smile on his face then looking at the needle in your hand, Jungkook gulped making you laugh softly at his nervousness.

"You won't feel it, promise." You smiled at him and watched as Yoongi helped him up onto the bed.

He'd watched the whole time you stitched his foot back up and then calmly handed them notes and medication for Jungkook to take.

"How about dancing will I be able-"

"No, don't dance on it. Don't strain it, you need to rest it." You said in a rush turning to look at the younger boy who looked a little worried about what you had said,

"I understand performing is your life but if you don't rest you'll only make it worse, Yoongi-" You turned to look at him but he was already staring back at you.

"Make sure he rests." He nodded and you watched them load Jungkook back into the wheelchair,

"In case he pops them open...Shall I call you or the hospital?" You could see the red forming on Yoongi's cheeks as he asked you that, you bit down on your lip.

"I'm not really supposed to do this but here...For checkup purposes." You lied writing down your number and handing it to Yoongi,

"Thanks." He stuttered out wheeling Jungkook out of the office and over to the boys who were waiting anxiously for Jungkook to come out.

Hoseok:

"Hoseok? What did you do this time?!" You asked as he walked into the doctor's office, but he was smiling this time, unlike all the other times when he looked rather grim.

"It wasn't me this time." Someone walked into the room behind him and sat down on a chair closest to your desk, you'd known Hoseok for the better half a year. He was coming into the doctor's surgery to see you at least once a week sometimes twice if he really wanted to see you.

"Hi, I'm Namjoon." You looked at the towel that was wrapped around his hand,

"What happened?" You questioned moving closer to him and removing it, there was a small cut across his palm,

"He was trying to clean up the dorms and dropped a bowl." You groaned looking at the cut and determine it was an easy fix with some butterfly stitches,

"It won't hurt, it'll be like a giant plaster." You promised him going over to the medical side of your room and grabbing everything you needed to make Namjoon's hand better. Hoseok left the room and you continued your work on Namjoon,

"He never shuts up about you." You looked up for a second then back at his hand,

"Oh?"

"He's always talking about how nice a doctor you are, blushes when we tease him about his crush on you." You snorted and he looked at you,

"Hoseok doesn't have a crush on me."

"Then explain why he's always coming to see you." You knew there was a reason behind that but you figured it was for the receptionist at the front desk.

"It's against the rules for doctors to date their patients." You mumbled remembering your contract,

"But you would date him? If he wasn't your patient?" He asked trying to make sure he was understanding it right, you nodded and added a bandage around his hand.

"Done." You said with a smile, you called the receptionist to let Hoseok back inside and he walked back in with a smile on his face,

"Make sure he takes these every four hours for the next two weeks it'll stop any infections from happening, don't get your hand went for the next three days." You warned them both and they nodded before leaving the room. Namjoon went on to explain to Hoseok what you had said and Hoseok made plans to find a new doctor just so he could ask you on a date without the excuse of your work being in the way.

Namjoon:

The moment it happened and you'd gone to speak with the family you rushed to the changing rooms to breakdown, it was never easy losing someone over the operating table and people thought it was easy for doctors to deal with but it wasn't. You had to learn to deal with it behind closed doors to stay strong for the families and staff around you,

"Baby?" Namjoon asked, his voice full of concern as soon as he heard your broken sobs over the phone, he sat up in the bed and checked the clock. You were on shift for another 3 hours but he could tell by the sounds of your sobs you weren't going to make the night shift.

"I lost them Namjoon," He heard you whimper and he felt his heartbreak upon hearing the words leaving your mouth, he hurt for the family and then for you.

"Can you come get me? They're letting me go early." He hummed and began hunting around the apartment for some shoes and his car keys going.

You were curled up in bed with him now, he'd gone to get you from the hospital hours ago and you'd been laid together on the bed talking about how the surgery failed.

"It's not your fault Jagi." He whispered as you whimpered in his arms, he wrapped his arms tighter around you never wanting to let you go, he wanted to do everything he could to protect you from the feelings you were experiencing.

"Namjoon, they looked at-" He stopped you from talking by pushing your head against his chest and patted the back of your head, talking and thinking back on the detail was only going to make it harder for you.

"I'll run you a bath okay? Then I'll make you some breakfast." He let go of you but you clutched onto his arms already missing his touch even though it had barely left you for a second,

"Please don't let me go...Just-Just hold me." You begged, staring up at him, he stared down into your eyes and nodded cupping your face in his hands and giving you a quick kiss on the lips your body fighting the urge to sleep. You were scared if you closed your eyes for longer than a minute everything would come flooding back but you also knew you had to sleep,

"Sleep. I'll be right here baby," Namjoon whispered noticing how much you were trying to fight off closing your eyes, he shuffled down the bed and cradled you as close to his body as he could get you and then pulled a blanket over you both. Kissing the top of your head he started singingly softly in your ear, not the joking singing he would normally do to cheer you up, but the singing he did when he meant it. Singing sweet songs to calm you do and help you drift off into a peaceful nap.

Jimin:

You stared at Jimin through the screen, long distance was easy but this, this was something else.

"You alright?" He questioned as he noticed you nodding off, you hadn't seen him in four weeks. You were a doctor during quarantine which meant you couldn't be around him or your family because you couldn't put them at any risk,

"Sleepy." You whispered looking at the clock that was on the wall behind your laptop, you were beyond tired.

"When are you back?" He questioned knowing how much overtime you were putting into everything you had into looking after those who needed to be looked after right now. The hospital was understaffed with all the people that were being rushed in all the time,

"In another hour,"

"You should sleep." He whispered watching as you leaned back against the sofa, you were still in your uniform you didn't have time to change, you just wanted to see him for a little while before you went back.

"I wanted to see you," He sighed wanting nothing more than to go around to your apartment but he couldn't, he wasn't allowed to leave the house unless it was for work or for emergencies.

"I'll see you soon, get some sleep." You whined at him and looked at the screen to see him staring at you, you teared up at the sight of him. Being able to see him once again was the only thing keeping you motivated to take the extra shifts and to keep pushing despite being beyond tired.

"I have tomorrow off, I'll catch up on sleep." You had only just finished a 12-hour shift and going after a three-hour break for a 5-hour shift was probably going to tire you out more but it was important. He blew you a kiss through the phone and you hummed, laying your head down on the arm of the sofa to try and rest your eyes for a little,

"Wake me up in half an hour Jimine," He agreed and watched as you laid down and finally and got a little sleep, he continued to stay there just watching as you slept but not in a creepy way.

Taehyung:

The surgery you worked in was only small and it didn't have much funding but the funding it did get came from your boyfriend Taehyung who was also donating towards it, raising money or throwing events with the intention for money going towards your surgery.

"You alright?" He asked when you walked into the shared apartment that night, you nodded and flopped your body down onto the sofa and mumbled against the cushions.

"Liar." You sighed and rolled onto your back looking over at him on the other sofa, he was staring at you when he closed the book he was writing in. Probably working on more lyrics he was always working hard but he saw it as nothing compared to what you were doing he admired how hard you worked.

"Come on," He helped you up from the sofa and walked you towards the bathroom where he started running you a bubble bath and then went to get you a set of clean clothes.

"Have a bath, then by the time you're out you'll have something to eat with me." You kissed him lovingly as he came back with one of his shirts and a pair of shorts for you to wear. Taehyung had been with you since you were in medical school supporting you in everything you did, helping you study whenever you needed help and was there when you graduated and supported you when you decided to run your own surgery. He was always going to be there because of how much loved you.

Jungkook:

"Thank you Mr Fishbache, yes. It was lovely to see you too." You said to your eldest patient walking him out of the room and watching him leave before going back to your desk and laying your head down on the desk wanting to take a ten-hour nap as soon as you got home and resisting the urge to cancel the final appointment of the day,

"Last one." Your receptionist said through the door, you sat back up and straightened your jacket trying to look presentable, you were a doctor and being tired wasn't going to stop you from looking after people that needed your care.

"Ready." The door opened and you were too busy looking through the computer to find who it was to look around,

"Sorry, I'm just trying to find you in my system." There was no answer and you grumbled about not being able to find anything,

"You won't find me in there." You slowly turned around on the chair to see you boyfriend Jungkook standing there holding flowers with a suitcase behind him.

"KOOKIE!" You screamed pushing the chair out from under your legs and rushing over to him, your arms wrapped around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist drawing your body closer to him. He'd been on tour with his friends for the last four months and you hadn't been able to go and see him because of work,

"Holy shit, when did you-" He cut you off by kissing you passionately pushing you in the direction of the bed and pushed you down against it,

"Kookie what are you doing?" You giggled watching as he rushed to lock the door and sprinted towards you once again,

"I missed you." He whispered seductively in your ear kissing down your neck and back up to your lips,

"I missed you too." You whimpered out looking into his eyes as he pulled away from you to discard the flowers he was still holding and then began to strip out of his shirt, stopping you from removing the doctor's jacket you were wearing,

"It looks hot on you." He mumbled kissing you once again and pushing you to lay back on the bed.

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Zine Care Packages (Antiquated Future Spring Newsletter)

What a challenging time. Things have felt pretty bleak and I debated about whether to send this spring newsletter a lot, but friends convinced me we're all in need of good news. If nothing else, I want to say two things: 1) We'll still be shipping orders (with plenty of hand-washing and sanitizing) several times a week. 2) While we always appreciate and need your financial support, we'd also like to offer the resources we have to any of you who are having a hard time.

In short: We're offering free zines (and tapes and books) to anyone who's currently struggling financially, mentally, or physically right now. No need to tell us details, just email and say "I'd like a package," and we'll send one your way. Let it be a surprise or make a list of what you'd like and we'll send you what we can. Feel free to spread the word to your friends and community through our Facebook or Twitter posts. It's not much, admittedly, but hopefully it's something.

In more general distro news: we have a few more calendars & planners in stock (and very very on sale), we’ve been restocking things as much as we can, and we accidentally left up our temporary store-wide cassette sale (that also includes a decent handful of LPs and CDs) as well as our zine sale on select titles. We also just posted a newsletter from the record label side of Antiquated Future. We're currently lending some small financial assistance to Portland writer Martha Grover as she recovers from a brain surgery by selling a fundraiser pack of her Somnambulist zine. And if you're in the Portland area, we're helping do porch deliveries of food, baby supplies, and various resources. Please reach out if you'd like one or you know someone in need.

NEW ZINES Antonia- A rare, almost-sublime zine about place, memory, and lost history. About the ways things change and stay the same. About how the place you're from shapes who you become. About growing up in a small Midwestern town without a zip code, a place not on most maps. ($5) Behind the Zines #9: A Zine About Zines- The latest issue of newest best zine about zines around. Within: the evolution of DIY comics culture, zine-fest history, imagined zines, One Punk's Guide to collaborative zines, a history of that one Crimethinc poster, The Most Unwanted Zine, confessions of a sex-zine zinester. Contributions from our own Gina Sarti, as well as John Porcellino and so many others. ($3) Brainscan #34: A Dabbler's Week of DIY Witchery- In the wake of the controversy surrounding a recent viral article about spending a week "becoming a witch," Alex considers what her guide to a witchcraft practice would look like. The results are a day-by-day guide to trying out her particular variety of secular witchcraft (that she lovingly refers to as "DIY witchery"). ($4)

Caboose #12: Jury Duty- A personal story of serving as a juror on a medical malpractice suit. As usual, Liz Mason's playful, endlessly curious take on the world makes this a ride worth taking. A peek into the court system through the eyes of this long-running zine-star. ($4) Clock Tower Nine #15- One of our favorite Seattle zines is back with tales from the record store counter, long walks in various locales, dangerous doppelgängers, and 8-track tapes. As Clock Tower Nine ringleader Danny Noonan describes it in the introduction: "This fanzine is like a bunch of people sitting around a fire in late fall, all taking turns telling a story." ($3) Cometbus #59: Post-Mortem- How does Cometbus, after 38 years as a zine, just get better and better? It's a mystery, but it does. Issue 59 is a deep dive into both death and longevity in the underground. In short: what does sustainability look like in counterculture? This question takes Aaron on a journey from the Epitaph Records and Thrasher magazine offices to hanging out at a punk-owned vegan donut shop and a tamale stand at the farmer's market with Allison Wolfe (of Bratmobile). ($5)

Doris #23- A back-issue fave from one of the best zines ever. Long personal stories that look both outward and inward in surprising ways. ($2) Doris #26- Shy-punk-girl comics, social ecology, the cynical hour, a grandpa who built malls, hammer and nail history, and more. ($2) Eulalia #3- Two issues of the art zine Eulalia in one. Grief and romance, hand-in-hand. Gorgeously designed! Letterpress-printed covers. Each issue is bound with a special do-si-do binding, so each half can be read separately. ($10) Fluke Fanzine #17- Since 1991, Fluke has been creating great variety zines covering all realms of punk and underground culture. Graphic novelist Nate Powell, skateboard magazine historians, Maximum Rocknroll, R.E.M., '90s women-led punk, the Soophie Nun Squad family tree, more. ($3)

Forever & Everything #5- Comics on parenting, depression, coffee, therapy, alcohol, Willie Nelson, Charlie Brown, and living in New Orleans. ($5) Good Days Gone Cold Days- A photography zine/art zine made while living and working in "a house without heat, without doorknobs, and without much insulation or electricity to speak of" for a late fall in western Pennsylvania. Comes with homemade bookmark, building permit, and banjo tab. ($12) Keep Loving, Keep Fighting #8- A reprint of this 2008 issue of Keep Loving, Keep Fighting. Forty pages of feeling at home in New Orleans, communication between friends, death, visiting Montreal, and moving away. ($5)

Learning Good Consent- An essential compilation zine about consent. From personal stories to worksheets, approaches, definitions, resources, and beyond, Learning Good Consent is here to help us all feel more comfortable and be more respectful. ($4)

Little Leagues #1- The companion comics scrapbook to Simon Moreton's epic Minor Leagues series. Prose, comics and photos about being in Japan, making chutney, experiencing autumn. ($3) Little Leagues #2- Comics about being in the snow. Drawings and photos of spring. A fold-out cover with facts about lesser-spotted dogfish. ($3) Our Lady of Near Death Experiences- Jodi Darby writes about becoming a cross-country truck driver as a 23-year-old woman in the mid 1990s. A mini-memoir told in vignettes, Our Lady is a twisted love song to the road in all its complexities. A gorgeous reprint of this zine classic from 1998. (And we have the last few copies before it goes out of print!) ($10)

The Paruretic #1: The Story of a Guy Who's Pee Shy- The first issue of one of our favorite new zine series. The Paruretic tells what the intricacies and complexities of life with parusesis, the social phobia of being pee shy. Illuminating, accessible, and worth reading every issue. ($2)

The Paruretic #2: The Story of a Guy Who's Pee Shy (College)- In this issue, Mark recalls figuring out the debilitating effects of his bladder issues when he goes to college and, for the first time, navigates living in dorms, drinking at college-town bars, and hooking-up. ($3)

The Paruretic #3: The Story of a Guy Who's Pee Shy (Vacation)- In this issue: searching out acceptable bathrooms while on the road, not urinating for ten hours while in the air, and a bathroom-by-bathroom diary of experiences. ($3) The Paruretic #4: The Story of a Guy Who's Pee Shy (The Search for Help)- In this issue, Mark reaches out, looking for help, and is met with a less-than-sympathetic medical system. Within: clueless medical professionals, almost losing a job over a urinalysis, and finally finding someone who understands. ($3) The Paruretic #5: The Story of a Guy Who's Pee Shy (Dating)- The dating issue covers how Mark handled (or avoided handling) dating in high school and college. It's a chronicle of, as Mark says, "how my shy bladder has driven every part of my love life." ($3)

Somnambulist Zine Pack Fundraiser- For the past 17 years, Portland memoirist and illustrator Martha Grover has been publishing Somnambulist zine, an expansive and playful look at the world at large (and easily one of the best zines running today). This pack includes all nine in-print issues of Somnambulist (a $40 value for $25!). All proceeds go straight to Martha's brain surgery recovery fund. Help a great writer, get nine amazing zines. ($25) Somnambulist #33: How to Survive the Portland Winter- A fun how-to guide from Portland-born writer Martha Grover. Within: dealing with all the rain, taking care of your mental health, venturing out, staying in, eating soup (with recipes!), and the truth about umbrellas. Illustrated by Liz Yerby. ($5)

Somnambulist #34: The Starfish- A single, long-form essay about Martha's journey through Cushing's disease and Addison's disease, and the lingering tumor she's chosen to not demonize or see as something separate. The Starfish is a surprising and exciting meditation on what it means to be in a body. ($3) Surely, They'll Tear it Down- A short zine letter about gender, race, identity, and not-knowing from the author of Fixer Eraser and We, the Drowned. ($2) Tattoo Punk Fanzine, Issue 3- A jam-packed new issue of Tattoo Punk, the fanzine about tattoos, punks, and tattooed punks. Edited by Ben Trogdon of everyone's favorite artsy punk paper, Nuts! ($15) Valentines Every Day- Weirdo anytime-valentines from zine-seller extraordinaire, Julie Wade. Funny, bizarre, off-kilter, occasionally unsettling. The perfect gift for that especially-odd someone. ($6) What Happened- A dreamy comic from UK artist Simon Moreton. Set in a '90s boyhood of meadows, sci-fi VHS tapes, MTV, crushes, first kisses. ($5)

NEW BOOKS & MISCELLANY The Collected Plays by Portland Preschoolers- In short: One of our favorite little books around! A modern classic, even. Five years of collected plays written by Portland, Oregon preschoolers. Hilarious, invariably bizarre, oddly brilliant, sometimes surprisingly profound. Perfect for putting out on the coffee table, reading aloud to friends, impromptu group performances. ($10) Four-Year Depression- A book about figuring out how to love your family in the Trump era. From Billy McCall of Proof I Exist and Behind the Zines. ($10) Zine Game- A long-time favorite in the zine community, now in a fancy, professionally-made version accessible to all game lovers. Playing like a cross between canasta and Magic: The Gathering, Zine Game is all about building your own zines. A really fun time with tons of possibilities. ($16)

NEW MUSIC & SPOKEN WORD Alice Notley "Live in Seattle"- An LP of one of the most adored living poets. Alice Notley pushes boundaries, and it's an absolute joy to hear her reading her work. (LP + digital download) ($16.95) Annelyse Gelman & Jason Grier "About Repulsion"- A collaboration between poet Annelyse Gelman and sound artist Jason Grier. About Repulsion mixes songs, sampled poems, textural walls, beats, noise, to create this EP of one-of-a-kind soundscapes. (LP + digital download) ($16.95) Eileen Myles "Aloha / Irish Trees"- The legendary poet Eileen Myles, on vinyl for the first time. Aloha/Irish Trees features nearly an hour of Myles live in the studio, reading past and present poems. Intimate, playful, raw. (LP + digital download) ($16.95)

Harmony Holiday "The Black Saint and the Sinnerman"- Harmony Holiday's record of poems and sound collage. Adventurous and accessible, twisting cultural images into something surprising, political, socially aware. In conversation with Charles Mingus’ classic 1963 album The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady. (LP + digital download) ($16.95) Rae Armantrout "Conflation"- Fifty-four surprising and gloriously unique poems from Rae Armantrout, a Pulitzer-winning poet of great gifts. (LP + digital download) ($16.95) Susan Howe & Nathaniel Mackey "Stray: A Graphic Tone"- Made in collaboration with Shannon Ebner, Stray: A Graphic Tone juxtaposes historic and recent material from poets Susan Howe and Nathaniel Mackey. An adventurous LP of spoken word delights. (LP + digital download) ($16.95)

Stay well, take care of each other as much as possible. Xo, Antiquated Future

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Burst Quiz Commercial Real Estate Investing

I read once that in case you took all the real estate lawyers in Illinois and additionally laid them end to end along the equator - it will be a good idea to leave them there. That's what I learn. What do you suppose that means? I have written before around the need to exercise due diligence when purchasing commercial real estate. The requirement to investigate, before Closing, every significant aspect of the property you happen to be acquiring. The importance of evaluating each commercial real estate contract with a mindset that once the Closing occurs, there is no coming back again. The Seller has your money and is gone. If post-Closing challenges arise, Seller's contract representations and warranties will, within best, mean expensive litigation. CAVEAT EMPTOR! "Let the individual beware! " Paying extra attention at the beginning of a advertisement real estate transaction to "get it right" can conserve tens of thousands of dollars when the deal goes bad. It's for instance the old Fram® oil filter slogan during the 1970's: "You can pay me now - or pay me later". In commercial real estate, however , "later" may be too latter. Buying commercial real estate is NOT like buying a home. It is far from. It is not. It is NOT. In Illinois, and many other states, just about any residential real estate closing requires a lawyer for the buyer along with a lawyer for the seller. This is probably smart. It is decent consumer protection. The "problem" this causes, however , is without a doubt that every lawyer handling residential real estate transactions considers by his own or herself a "real estate lawyer", capable of handling any specific real estate transaction that may arise. We learned in legal requirement school that there are only two kinds of property: real estate in addition to personal property. Therefore - we intuit - should we are competent to handle a residential real estate closing, we've got to be competent to handle a commercial real estate closing. There're each "real estate", right? ANSWER: Yes, they are each one real estate. No, they are not the same. The legal issues and negative aspects in a commercial real estate transaction are remarkably different from a legal issues and risks in a residential real estate transaction. Nearly every one is not even remotely similar. Attorneys concentrating their practice managing residential real estate closings do not face the same issues because attorneys concentrating their practice in commercial real estate. This can be a matter of experience. You either know the issues along with risks inherent in commercial real estate transactions - and even know how to deal with them - or you don't. A key point to reconsider is that the myriad consumer protection laws that take care of residential home buyers have no application to - and offer no protection for - buyers of commercial properties. Competent commercial real estate practice requires focused and centered investigation of all issues material to the transaction by a professional who knows what they are looking for. In short, it requires all the exercise of "due diligence". I admit - the actual exercise of due diligence is not cheap, but the failure for you to exercise due diligence can create a financial disaster for the professional real estate investor. Don't be "penny wise and pound foolish". If you are buying a home, hire an attorney who regularly presents home buyers. If you are buying commercial real estate, hire your lawyer who regularly represents commercial real estate buyers. Years ago When i stopped handling residential real estate transactions. As an active business oriented real estate attorney, even I hire residential real estate endorse for my own home purchases. I do that because readily available real estate practice is fundamentally different from commercial real estate. Could be I do "harp" on the need for competent counsel experienced on commercial real estate transactions. I genuinely believe it. I feel it is essential. I believe if you are going to invest in commercial real estate, you ought to apply your critical thinking skills and be smart. BURST QUIZ: Here's is a simple test of YOUR critical believing skills: Please read the following Scenarios and answer any questions TRUE or FALSE: Scenario No . 1: It will be Valentine's Day. You are in hot pursuit of the love you will ever have. A few weeks ago, she confided in you that all the woman ever dreamed of for Valentine's Day was that her mate would show up at her door, dressed in a bright white tuxedo with tails and a top hat, and gift her with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. You've hired the tuxedo, but now you are concerned about how much money you may be spending. TRUE OR FALSE: Since flowers are largely all the same, it is OK for you to skip the roses not to mention show up with a bouquet of fresh yellow dandelions. Problem No . 2: For several years you eyesight deteriorated to the point to barely see your alarm clock. You are now considering corrective eye surgery so you won't need glasses. Your sister-in-law had corrective eye surgery and has had spectacular outcome. She recommends her eye surgeon, but mentions the retail price is about $5, 700 for both eyes and that the particular surgery is not covered by insurance. A few years ago, you had surgical procedure to correct your hemorrhoids and it cost you only eight hundred dollars. TRUE OR FALSE: Since surgeons all went to health related school and are all medical doctors, you are being frugal and also wise by asking the surgeon who performed the hemorrhoid surgery to perform your corrective eye surgery. Dilemma No . 3: Several years ago, when you first got married, you quizzed a former classmate who is a lawyer to represent a person in the purchase of your townhome. The cost was only $375. A year later, you started a family and decided you will needed a Will. The same attorney prepared Wills available for you and your wife for a total cost of $700. You will started your own business and your attorney friend formed the corporation for you and charged you only $600 plus the price tag of the corporate minute book. Years later, when your child was arrested for misdemeanor reckless driving, your solicitor friend handled the criminal case and got your own son off with supervision for only $1, 500. Your business has been successful and you have built a pretty substantial nest egg, but you are tired of working for every nickel and want to try investing in real estate. You have your vision on a strip shopping center. It includes a grocery store, bank, equipment store, dry cleaners (on a month to month tenancy), a couple of fast food restaurants, a gift shop, dental office, bowling alley (with a lease about to expire), and wraps lurking behind a gas station/mini-mart on the corner. The purchase price will be $8, 000, 000, but the net operating income appears to be like pretty good. You figure if you turn the bowling street into a full service restaurant/banquet facility, and convert typically the dry cleaners into a 24-hour coin laundry, the net managing income will increase and the shopping center will turn into a spectacular investment decision. You plan to pull together much of your life savings plus put down $2, 000, 000 to buy this strip shopping center, borrowing the balance of $6, 000, 000. You bear in mind that your lawyer friend handled the purchase of your home several years ago, so you know he handles real estate. TRUE OR UNREALISTIC: Commercial real estate is the same as residential real estate [Hey, the all dirt, isn't it (? )], so you are now being a shrewd businessman by hiring your lawyer pal who will charge much less than a lawyer who handles shopping mall purchases several time a year. [What is the "due diligence" stuff anyway? ] ANSWERS: If you clarified "TRUE" for any of the foregoing Scenarios STOP! The Questions is over. Please find a quite place to reflect upon your wellbeing and consider whether the decisions you make consistently provide you with the results you desire. If, on the other hand, you understand that the answer to every single foregoing questions is FALSE, I am available to help you in Predicament No . 3. For Scenario No . 2, you should go along with your sister-in-law's suggestion and contact her eye operating specialist, or some other eye surgeon with equal skill. Just for Scenario No . 1, you are on your own. [But, any time you answered TRUE for Scenario No . 1, you may be ALWAYS AND FOREVER on you own. ] Investing in commercial real estate can be worthwhile and rewarding - but it requires good critical thinking about skills and competent counsel. You have a have a brain. It will be strongly recommended that you use it. R. Kymn Harp is actually a seasoned attorney based in Chicago, Illinois with 30 numerous years experience representing commercial real estate investors, lenders and administrators. He is a frequent speaker at continuing education tutorials, and is a widely published author on commercial as well as industrial real estate topics including due diligence, entitlements, commercial realty financing, and Brownfield development and financing.

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Burst Quiz Commercial Real Estate Investing

I read once that in case you took all the real estate lawyers in Illinois in addition to laid them end to end along the equator - it will be a good idea to leave them there. That's what I learn. What do you suppose that means? I have written before around the need to exercise due diligence when purchasing commercial real estate. The requirement to investigate, before Closing, every significant aspect of the property you happen to be acquiring. The importance of evaluating each commercial real estate contract with a mindset that once the Closing occurs, there is no coming back again. The Seller has your money and is gone. If post-Closing challenges arise, Seller's contract representations and warranties will, within best, mean expensive litigation. CAVEAT EMPTOR! "Let the individual beware! " Paying extra attention at the beginning of a advertisement real estate transaction to "get it right" can conserve tens of thousands of dollars when the deal goes bad. It's for instance the old Fram® oil filter slogan during the 1970's: "You can pay me now - or pay me later". In commercial real estate, however , "later" may be too latter. Buying commercial real estate is NOT like buying a home. It is far from. It is not. It is NOT. In Illinois, and many other states, just about any residential real estate closing requires a lawyer for the buyer along with a lawyer for the seller. This is probably smart. It is decent consumer protection. The "problem" this causes, however , is without a doubt that every lawyer handling residential real estate transactions considers by his own or herself a "real estate lawyer", capable of handling any specific real estate transaction that may arise. We learned in legal requirement school that there are only two kinds of property: real estate along with personal property. Therefore - we intuit - should we are competent to handle a residential real estate closing, we've got to be competent to handle a commercial real estate closing. There're each "real estate", right? ANSWER: Yes, they are each one real estate. No, they are not the same. The legal issues and negative aspects in a commercial real estate transaction are remarkably different from a legal issues and risks in a residential real estate transaction. Nearly every one is not even remotely similar. Attorneys concentrating their practice managing residential real estate closings do not face the same issues because attorneys concentrating their practice in commercial real estate. This can be a matter of experience. You either know the issues and even risks inherent in commercial real estate transactions - not to mention know how to deal with them - or you don't. A key point to reconsider is that the myriad consumer protection laws that take care of residential home buyers have no application to - and offer no protection for - buyers of commercial realty. Competent commercial real estate practice requires focused and centered investigation of all issues material to the transaction by a professional who knows what they are looking for. In short, it requires all the exercise of "due diligence". I admit - the actual exercise of due diligence is not cheap, but the failure for you to exercise due diligence can create a financial disaster for the professional real estate investor. Don't be "penny wise and pound foolish". If you are buying a home, hire an attorney who regularly presents home buyers. If you are buying commercial real estate, hire your lawyer who regularly represents commercial real estate buyers. Years ago When i stopped handling residential real estate transactions. As an active business oriented real estate attorney, even I hire residential real estate endorse for my own home purchases. I do that because readily available real estate practice is fundamentally different from commercial real estate. Could be I do "harp" on the need for competent counsel experienced on commercial real estate transactions. I genuinely believe it. I feel it is essential. I believe if you are going to invest in commercial real estate, you ought to apply your critical thinking skills and be smart. BURST QUIZ: Here's is a simple test of YOUR critical believing skills: Please read the following Scenarios and answer any questions TRUE or FALSE: Scenario No . 1: It will be Valentine's Day. You are in hot pursuit of the love you will ever have. A few weeks ago, she confided in you that all the woman ever dreamed of for Valentine's Day was that her mate would show up at her door, dressed in a bright white tuxedo with tails and a top hat, and gift her with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. You've hired the tuxedo, but now you are concerned about how much money you may be spending. TRUE OR FALSE: Since flowers are largely all the same, it is OK for you to skip the roses and also show up with a bouquet of fresh yellow dandelions. Problem No . 2: For several years you eyesight deteriorated to the point to barely see your alarm clock. You are now considering corrective eye surgery so you won't need glasses. Your sister-in-law had corrective eye surgery and has had spectacular outcome. She recommends her eye surgeon, but mentions the retail price is about $5, 700 for both eyes and that the particular surgery is not covered by insurance. A few years ago, you had surgical procedure to correct your hemorrhoids and it cost you only eight hundred dollars. TRUE OR FALSE: Since surgeons all went to health related school and are all medical doctors, you are being frugal plus wise by asking the surgeon who performed the hemorrhoid surgery to perform your corrective eye surgery. Dilemma No . 3: Several years ago, when you first got married, you quizzed a former classmate who is a lawyer to represent a person in the purchase of your townhome. The cost was only $375. A year later, you started a family and decided you will needed a Will. The same attorney prepared Wills available for you and your wife for a total cost of $700. You will started your own business and your attorney friend formed the corporation for you and charged you only $600 plus the price tag of the corporate minute book. Years later, when your child was arrested for misdemeanor reckless driving, your solicitor friend handled the criminal case and got your own son off with supervision for only $1, 500. Your business has been successful and you have built a pretty substantial nest egg, but you are tired of working for every nickel and want to try investing in real estate. You have your vision on a strip shopping center. It includes a grocery store, bank, equipment store, dry cleaners (on a month to month tenancy), a couple of fast food restaurants, a gift shop, dental office, bowling alley (with a lease about to expire), and wraps lurking behind a gas station/mini-mart on the corner. The purchase price will be $8, 000, 000, but the net operating income appears to be like pretty good. You figure if you turn the bowling street into a full service restaurant/banquet facility, and convert typically the dry cleaners into a 24-hour coin laundry, the net managing income will increase and the shopping center will turn into a spectacular investment decision. You plan to pull together much of your life savings as well as put down $2, 000, 000 to buy this strip shopping center, borrowing the balance of $6, 000, 000. You bear in mind that your lawyer friend handled the purchase of your home several years ago, so you know he handles real estate. TRUE OR UNREALISTIC: Commercial real estate is the same as residential real estate [Hey, the all dirt, isn't it (? )], so you are now being a shrewd businessman by hiring your lawyer pal who will charge much less than a lawyer who handles shopping mall purchases several time a year. [What is the "due diligence" stuff anyway? ] ANSWERS: If you clarified "TRUE" for any of the foregoing Scenarios STOP! The Questions is over. Please find a quite place to reflect upon your wellbeing and consider whether the decisions you make consistently provide you with the results you desire. If, on the other hand, you understand that the answer to every single foregoing questions is FALSE, I am available to help you in Predicament No . 3. For Scenario No . 2, you should go along with your sister-in-law's suggestion and contact her eye operating specialist, or some other eye surgeon with equal skill. Just for Scenario No . 1, you are on your own. [But, any time you answered TRUE for Scenario No . 1, you may be ALWAYS AND FOREVER on you own. ] Investing in commercial real estate can be worthwhile and rewarding - but it requires good critical thinking about skills and competent counsel. You have a have a brain. It will be strongly recommended that you use it.

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Sorry to bother, but where do autistic and adhd brains overlap? Because both are neurodivergent (and beautiful, I agree) But how can I find out which behaviour belongs more to me being autistic (got diagnosed this year) and which is adhd? (No Matter What Deadline, after several years in hostile environment (failed university, then call center work) I panic. Hard.) How do I disentangle adhd and autism to find out what strategies to use to function better?

Please don’t feel like you’re being a bother, because you’re not! Honestly the fact that someone is coming to me to ask ADHD questions makes me teary-eyed, because I’ve fought so hard to learn to function with ADHD that people Asking Me Things like I’m a trusted expert just makes my heart grow three sizes, the opposite of the Grinch.

I’m probably not the best person to ask about how ADHD and autism overlap specifically, especially if you’re taking this from an autistic POV. And I’m also not a behavioral expert, which is a very strong preface. But I can (and am very happy to) talk a bit about my experiences with ADHD and how I’ve learned to make things work for my brain.

I’m going to put this under a cut, if that’s okay with you, anon. It got kind of long and I don’t want to overrun anyone’s dash. And you can always, always ask me ADHD questions, and I’ll try my best to answer.

My ADHD tends to manifest specifically in the following ways:

Extreme hyperfixation that has its own varying degrees (e.g., I’m really into Fire Emblem: Three Houses, but I have so lack of interest in Byleth/Claude that my lack of interest feels like an actual void)

An inability to process feelings regarding things other people care strongly about that I don’t. If we’re using the same fandom example: I could rant forever about how Byleth/Edelgard gives me ALL THE FEELS, but if I friend I care about started to talk about Byleth/Claude, I would immediately lose all interest in the conversation and struggle to react in a way that doesn’t present me as a selfish monster who doesn’t care about the person I’m talking to.

I tend to monopolize conversation if I’m given the opportunity because I LOVE getting the chance to talk about my hyperfixations. If someone cuts me off when I’m really into a topic, I get incredibly irritated and have to try to restrain from myself from acting petty in response. The number of times I have smiled my mouth is a knife and said, “ANYWAY, as I WAS SAYING…” is beyond count.

I don’t recognize or remember people until I have something meaningful to associate them with. I also don’t tend to notice things that don’t clock themselves as Important in my brain. I usually describe this as “background furniture.” Even PEOPLE become background furniture. A girl I work with mentioned a person on her team had quit, and I’d literally walked by that person’s desk earlier that day and didn’t notice it was empty, because that person and the entire space they occupied was background scenery.

If something affects or touches me personally, it hits me Very Personally. I had a complete fucking breakdown watching the video of Philando Castille’s shooting, because I heard his daughter crying while she watched him getting shot and went down onto a spiral of personal loss over my own father to gun violence and started to immediately correlate the two. Separating ADHD brainness from my whiteness is complex and hard and (said sarcastically) so, so much fun.

The direct inverse of that are things like: I’m talking to my mom, who’s telling me about a high school friend of hers just got into a horrific vehicle accident and is in the ICU. My mom then goes on to give me regular status updates on this woman I don’t know. I get out of work, and she talks about this woman’s surgery. I get out of work, and she talks about this woman’s family’s attempt to find an adequate rehab center. They find a rehab center, and my mom shows me how her friend decorated her daughter’s room. My mom shows me a video of the girl working with a physical therapist, who gets her to push herself upright with a walker and take her tentative steps. “Awesome!” my brain thinks. “Great!” my brain thinks. All of it spans over several days, weeks, months. I have nothing to do with this constant influx of information. I don’t know how my brain should file it. I don’t know this woman who was injured. I feel for her in theory because no one should ever have to go through that even though so many people do, but I haven’t ACTIVELY PRETEND like I personally am invested in the situation or else my mother gives me Concerned Eyes because I seem to be In A Bad Mood Today.

When it comes to organization, I tend to lean towards hyper-organization rather than hypo-organization. By which I mean I over-organize to combat the fact that ADHD often results in disorganization, and disorganization results in chaos, and chaos gives me COMPLETE PANIC ATTACKS. At work at one point, I had my emails auto-tagging every incoming email based on the email type, on top of tagging for my clients. Every label had a different color, and it all made sense to me, because I’d made it. When my team had cover my stuff on a day I was out, my inbox was such a horror show that it left them feeling drained and distressed.

Let’s talk about socialization! I have a rocky relationship with my childhood best friend. When I discovered social justice in college, I started picking fights with everyone over everything Problematique. The first major fight I had with my best friend at the time was because she felt I was over-aggressive towards a mutual male friend of ours. She was probably right, because I know the kind of bullying behavior I later developed. I thought I learned from it. After the 2016 election, I messaged her on FB, thinking I had a sympathetic ear, to say that seeing her mother post constant messages of support for Trump and sharing stuff dismissing Trump’s sexual assault allegations was particularly hurtful considering I’d told my friend that my mom had been sexually assaulted.. I’m not going to share what she said, but she wasn’t in the wrong. We didn’t talk for several months after that.

Speaking of her! When she started dating the guy she’s now married to, at one point I asked her if they’d had sex yet. I asked it because I thought it was a thing you were Supposed To Talk About as friends, and also because I was, in a way, morbidly curious, because I’m grey-ace and queer. She confirmed that they had, but I still felt so icky and uncomfortable about that for so long afterwards. It was only after I started to understand that I’m not cis and not allo that I really understood why: I was forcing myself to perform what I thought female friendship was based on how it’s portrayed in media, and it’s only once I began to understand that I’m on the ace spectrum and that I’m nonbinary that I really started to understand how forced mainstream conversations of attraction are.

I’m loud! I’m loud! I’m loud! I’m loud all the time! I live with my mom and I socialize with my mom and when we’re in public spaces and I’m talking about something that interests me, she always, always, always feels like she has to shush me. What makes it ironic? If there are other people being loud around me, I can’t function. I can’t process the noise. It’s EVEN WORSE if they’re speaking in another language, because if it’s English I can process the words at least, but if it’s another language, it’s just pure, inescapable sound that I know has meaning but can’t intuit, and if I can’t understand something, that’s as bad as dying.

From what I’ve read about autism, here are ways I THINK my ADHD traits overlap with autistic traits:

I can’t read facial expressions. I think I have a better concept of emotional nuance in facial expressions than someone who’s strictly autistic, but I’ll still panic when I see a smile that isn’t bland enough. RDS (rejection-sensitive dysphoria) will kick in. They hate me, they hate me, they hate me, is the track my brain will play on repeat until I’ve drunk myself into oblivion. Whenever someone smiles, I mistrust it immediately.

Eye contact is incredibly fucking frustrating. I understand that it’s expected, but it’s SO UNCOMFORTABLE. Why do we need to stare into each other’s eyes to understand one another? How can you people write whole treatises on the sanctity of locking gazes and finding an instant intellectual bond without realizing that eye contact that’s not called for is personally invasive?

I can’t understand flirting vs not flirting to the point that I’m absolutely paranoid someone is flirting with me, at which point I usually become hostile if I think they ARE, because DON’T FLIRT WITH ME. TALK to me!

I hate, hate, hate unsolicited physical contact. If I’m in a state of over-expression, I hate it even more. I’m not physically withdrawn, because I love hugs, and cuddles, and human touch. But when I’ve spent the entire day listening to other people talk and I have to walk into a room where people continue to talk, if someone touches me, it’s fucking No-Oh-One.

Someone is interested in a thing I’m interested in. We’ll use Persona 5 as the concept, because this honestly happened recently. I talk with the guy whose desk is across from mine about Persona 5 all the time. He’s also excited about Royal. I started going into my Sophia theory that I’ve really only lobbied at @softspokensansa. I could see, I could viscerally see, the interest drain from his expression. BUT I HAVE AN IDEA SO I WILL TALK ABOUT IT ANYWAY, and then afterwards I felt incredibly resentful that I was being filtered through a cookie-cutter drain.

It’s painful–it’s really painful!–to try to talk about my spiritual ideas with other people. I have a side blog I just started and am preppy myself to share, and I’m absofuckinglutely TERRIFIED everyone is going to write me off without looking at what I have to say. IT’S THE RSD AGAIN! Nothing I ever said has actually mattered before, so why should it now?

I feel, constantly, like I’m halfway between a point of reality and a point of something. What that something is is indefinable, but regardless of it, I exist.

I’d like to direct you to two very positive youtubers I know; I meant to do this earlier, but now feels right in terms of how I’ve written: How To ADHD and Amethyst Schaber.I credit both of them in helping me find a safe place with ADHD before diagnosis. There are stories other than yours that matter.

I wish you the best, anon! If you think you’re autistic and ADHD: given the comorbidity between the two, you probably are! And ADHD is just as beautiful, complicated, and misunderstood as autism is.

If anyone reading this can speak to living as both autistic and ADHD, please respond so I can lift your voice. And to my anon: you’re beautiful completely. I hope my story has helped you in its anyway, and I hope that you find yourself at a place of peace. It’s a struggle to get there, but it’s worth it, every step of the way.

#anonymous #thanks for coming to my teq talk #gaydhd

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4,000th Lifesaving Heart and Lung Surgery at UC San Diego Health

Procedure involves heart and brain being flat lined to remove scar tissue from lung’s paper thin arteries

When Sheila Holt found herself breathless from everyday activities, like walking a flight of stairs, she knew it was a red flag. “I was not able to do the things I love to do — riding a bike, hiking or even walking for long periods of time.” Holt was diagnosed with chronic thromboembolic pulmonary hypertension (CTEPH). The condition can develop in people who have chronic blood clots in their lungs, which Holt had.

An Oregon resident, Holt was referred to UC San Diego Health. She was a candidate for a pulmonary thromboendarterectomy (PTE), a lifesaving surgery to clear the lung’s arteries of scar-like tissue that robs patients of their ability to breathe. “I had done a lot of research before I came to San Diego, so I knew how complicated the surgery would be, but I also knew UC San Diego Health was the place to go if I needed to have this done.”

During the eight-to-ten hour surgery, the patient is put into a kind of suspended animation in which heart function and blood circulation are stopped and the brain ceases activity while surgeons clear the pulmonary arteries of disease. Holt was the 4,000th patient to undergo the procedure at UC San Diego Health.

“To do 4,000 of these surgeries, the most in the world with the best outcomes, requires a true team effort. I just could not be prouder of the multi-disciplinary team I work with,” said Michael Madani, MD, chief of cardiovascular and thoracic surgery and executive director of the Cardiovascular Institute – Surgery at UC San Diego Health and professor of surgery at UC San Diego School of Medicine. “Sheila had significant pulmonary hypertension with clots that were far out in the smaller vessels. She’ll be in my memory forever now not only for being number 4,000, but a more challenging case as well.”

The surgery is a feat for the patient and the surgeon. In order for the clots to be removed, the surgeon must be able to see clearly into the lung’s tiny arteries. This requires operating without any blood present. To achieve this environment, the patient’s body is cooled and the blood is almost completely drained while the patient is on a heart-lung machine. The bypass machine is then stopped for periods of about 20 minutes at a time while the surgeon races against the clock to remove the blockages. During this time, both heart and brain wave monitors are flat lined.

Using sophisticated techniques and special long, slender instruments, the surgeon rapidly dissects out the chronic clots without perforating the paper-thin artery wall. The clots look like white scar tissue, which when arranged on a surgical table, take the shape of the intricate inner branches of the lung’s arteries.

“Refining our imaging, instruments and operative strategy allows us to go farther into the vessels to remove the scar tissue. Just five or ten years ago, Sheila may not have been a candidate for surgery due to where her clots were located,” said Madani.

Madani and the surgical team are now using a minimally invasive approach for qualifying patients. Two inch incisions are made on each side of the chest area instead of a larger opening of the sternum. “In some cases, we can perform the procedure with only one incision,” said Madani.

Experts at UC San Diego Health are helping to develop and lead the way in alternative therapies for patients who are not candidates for the PTE surgery. “We have the most experience in the country with percutaneous angioplasty techniques for patients with CTEPH deemed not eligible for surgery. We are one of the world’s leading centers in clinical trials with targeted medical therapies and combination treatment approaches for these patients,” said Nick Kim, MD, section chief of pulmonary vascular medicine at the Cardiovascular Institute at UC San Diego Health and clinical professor of medicine at UC San Diego School of Medicine. “We continue to expand and evolve treatment approaches to help as many patients as possible with CTEPH.”

UC San Diego Health has performed more PTE procedures than any other institution in the world. For the past decade, the program has reported a mortality rate of approximately 1 to 2 percent — the lowest known postoperative mortality rate worldwide. The procedure can reverse right heart failure and is considered the most effective way to treat CTEPH.

CTEPH is often misdiagnosed or unrecognized because the primary symptom — shortness of breath — is non-specific. “On average, these patients can go two years before a correct diagnosis is made,” said Kim. Patients are often incorrectly treated for asthma or COPD. It has been reported that as high as 3.8 percent of individuals with first-time pulmonary embolism may develop CTEPH. This suggests there may be thousands of new cases of CTEPH in the United States annually. Improving awareness of CTEPH may lead to more patients being cured of this life threatening condition.

“Every day since my surgery, I am feeling better and stronger. It’s amazing that I can take a deep breath and that there was improvement so quickly. I was walking laps around the hospital the next day,” said Holt.

The PTE program was established in 1970 at UC San Diego School of Medicine by Kenneth Moser, MD, pulmonologist, who pioneered the diagnosis and treatment of CTEPH, and Nina Starr Braunwald, MD, who was among the first female surgeons to perform open heart surgery. Over the next two decades, many surgeons and physicians contributed to the success of the program, however, it was the arrival of Stuart Jamieson, MB, FRCS, in 1989 and his collaboration with his medical counterparts that helped advance the field and UC San Diego’s reputation globally in the treatment of this debilitating condition.

“It’s a very challenging procedure that requires delicate work and an incredible amount of patience,” said Madani. “When I exercise and I am at the point where I am out of breath, I think about my patients because that is how they feel all the time. It is an honor and so gratifying to give them the gift of breathing easily again — something most of us take for granted.”

The UC San Diego PTE program is the first program to be nationally designated as a Center of Excellence by the American College of Chest Physicians. The program represents the remarkable efforts of a team of physicians, surgeons, anesthesiologists, nurses, respiratory therapists and social workers who combine their expertise and passion into a world-class program.

“The transformation that we see first-hand is amazing. These are some of the sickest patients with end-stage heart failure from pulmonary hypertension. Within two weeks they become almost a new person,” said Kim. “Throughout the year, our team receives emails, letters, holiday cards and other messages from patients who celebrate the anniversary of their surgery and express their deep gratitude,” said Kim.

Holt now considers her surgery date a second birthday. “It’s surreal to be part of something that makes such a big difference in people’s lives. I’m so happy I took this leap of faith. It’s life-changing. I am looking forward to snow shoeing, and I have a goal to hike South Sisters.”

#medicine #surgery #pte #cteph #pulmonology #cardiology #cardiothoracic

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holland’s scrubs | chapter two

a/n: hopefully you guys like it!

Word Count: 2009

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The alarm on Harry’s nightstand started ringing, as the he turned in frustration, slamming his hand down over his iPhone and stopping the alarm. Sighing, he threw his arm over his eyes, dozing off before a harsh knock hit against his door, startling him as his body fell over the edge and onto the floor.

“I’m coming.” he mumbled.

Another knock rapped his door, as he groaned, getting up and opening his door. “I said I’m coming.”

Sam pushed past his door, going straight into his closet, before he grabbed a flannel and ran out. He groaned, rubbing his face before he checked the time. Eyes widening, he turned, slipping on a t-shirt, before catching himself and running to his closet. As fast as he could, he grabbed jeans, and a t-shirt, slipping on his converse and clothes on in a hurry. Grabbing his phone from his nightstand, he slung his backpack over his shoulder before running downstairs. Tom and Harrison were waiting, as he quickly grabbed an apple, rinsing it and taking a bite.

“Where’s Sam?”

In that exact moment, a body came tumbling down the stairs, as Sam landed on his ass on the last step.

“Ready to do, freckle face?” Tom asked as Sam grumbled, getting up and heading out the door behind the boys.

Tom got in the driver’s seat of his silver Audi, Sam seated behind with Harry next to him, as Harrison was in the passenger seat. “Ready?”

They nodded, as Tom drove off, heading in the direction of the hospital.

The Hollands were slipping on their scrubs when the nurse came by, motioning for them to hurry up. They quickly got the message, as the other interns followed their lead. Grabbing their phones, they slipped them into the pocket of their scrubs before walking out and to the entrance, where the other interns were waiting with two nurses.

They waited, the clock on the wall ticking with every second that passed, as the nurses stood, watching the interns. They played with their fingers, making eye contact with each other, as others conversed to pass the time.

“What are we waiting for?” Sam asked a nurse as she smiled.

“Your mentors.”

Without another word, they heard laughing and footsteps from behind them, as everyone turned, eyes wide in surprise.

Four doctors, all conversing with each other as they walked closer and closer to the interns. Each different in appearance, all sporting the same cheerful manner. Their laughter died down, as they stopped in front of the interns.

Tom, Harrison, Sam and Harry looked between the doctors, taking in their appearances.

The two doctors in the middle they recognized almost instantly, from what Harrison had said the previous day. Both equally cheerful, but completely different in appearance.

Harry elbowed Sam, as the others turned to him. “Do you guys know who she is?”

Tom mouthed, Who? As Harry nodded towards the shortest doctor.

“Her parents were CEO’s of the largest photography and acting company.” they were clueless as Harry sighed, “Skylar Industries?”

Tom lit up, as his eyes widened, before he turned back to the mentors watching them.

That is when they realized that this was going to be a hard experience.

“Interns, meet your mentors.” the nurse said with a smile.

“Thank you, Natalie.” one of the doctors said with a smile before turning to the interns. “Hello everyone.”

The interns in front of the group looked straight at her, as the rest tried looking over their shoulder. Sighing, the doctor quickly walked around the group and headed to the stairs, making herself taller.

“Hi everyone.”

Now everyone was paying attention.

“I’m Doctor Skye, I’ll be one of your mentors throughout the course of your intern and residency years. These over here, are my fellow friends and partners.”

The other doctors walked over to her, smiles on their faces.

“This is Doctor Danika, head of Cardiothoratic Surgery. This is Doctor Zendaya, she’s our senior resident, and this is Doctor Sebastian, head of Plastic Surgery. We’ve established our groups, so when your name is called, just head over to your mentor.”

The two nurses had papers in their hands, as they started reading names out loud, while the interns made their way over to their assigned mentors.

“Tom, Lily, Marcus, Y/n and Tracy Garland, you’re with Dr. Danika. Chris, Michael, Kelly and Sam, you’re with Dr. Zendaya. James, Wade, Denny and Kyle, you’re with Dr. Sebastian. And the rest of you are with Dr. Skye.”

Tom, Sam and Y/n disappeared with their mentors, as Harry and Harrison were stuck with the same one. Following the other interns, they quickly realized that their mentor might not be so bad.

Meanwhile, Tom realized his mentor wasn’t playing around.

“Hi, I’m Tom, Tom Holland.” he extended his hand out to her as she looked at it, slowly shaking it before sighing.

“I’m not in the mood to play around today, so listen up. I have five rules, memorize them. Rule number one, don’t bother sucking up, I’m not in the mood, that’s probably never going to change. Trauma protocol, phone list, pagers – nurses will page you. You will answer every pager at a run – a run, that’s rule number two. Your first official shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. You’re interns, grunts, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, write orders, work every second night until you drop and don’t complain.”

She moved, as they quickly followed behind, leading them to a closed room. Opening it, she revealed various unmade bunk beds, and bags thrown on the ground.

“On-Call rooms, attendings hog them. Sleep when you can, where you can. Which brings me to rule number three. If I’m sleeping, don’t wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there. Not only will you have killed someone, you would have woke me for no good reason. We clear?”

Y/n raised a hand.

“Yes?”

“You said five rules, that was only four.” Y/n said, making eye contact with her.

In that moment, Danika’s pager went off, as she looked down, checking the message.

“Rule number five – when I move, you move.”

She pushed past her group, starting to run down the hallway. “Move!” Throwing her arms out in front of her, everyone parted, making way for the doctor and her group of interns.

Dr. Skye led her group to an empty on-call room, having them sit down on chairs for a couple minutes.

“Sorry everyone, I’m really tired. I’ve been working since late last night on a patient.”

Harrison quickly interjected. “You never told us what you do?”

She smiled, putting her hands on her knees. “Right! I’m the head of neurosurgery.”

“Wait, aren’t you the daughter of the wealthy CEO’s? They-”

“Yeah, they used to run Skylar Industries!”

“Yep.” she smiled, as they all brightened up.

“Why aren’t you CEO?” one of the interns asked as she sighed.

“I didn’t really want what they had in mind for me. I wanted to be a doctor and explore and get my hands on actual organs, but they wanted me to stay confined inside an office. I didn’t want that, so instead of going to business school, I signed onto Medical school, and convinced my parents that becoming a doctor was the best thing for me. So, here I am.” Skye finished, as everyone nodded, understandably, before Harry interjected.

“What case were you on last night?”

“Uh, unexplained seizures. Teenage girl was having seizures without any history of medical head trauma. I had to run CT’s and found out she had fallen and actually had a bleed in her brain. It hadn’t been identified by her previous doctor, so we didn’t know where to look.”

“That’s insane. How old was she?”

“15.”

Sighing, Dr. Skye rubbed her face, checking her Apple Watch before her pager went off. She got up, her interns following behind. “Let’s go. We have a case.”

They made their way to the E.R, slipping on yellow scrubs over their blue ones and heading outside behind Dr. Skye. She looked over to her left, bouncing on her toes.

“C’mon, c’mon.” she mumbled, as they watched her talk to herself before they heard sirens.

“Alright, I need one of you to go and get a trauma room ready, we have incoming.”

An intern disappeared, quickly prepping the trauma room, as the ambulance stopped in front of the entrance. The paramedics quickly got out, heading around to the double doors in the back.

“What do we got?”

As they opened it, they immediately started talking to her.

“Girl, 16, fell while performing a cheerleading routine on the school field. Possible concussion, and broken ribs.”

“Alright, someone page Dr. Danika, we need her for this. Let’s get her to the trauma room.”

Dr. Skye rolled the teenage girl into the trauma room, as her interns hovered around, watching her movements. The nurse next to her immediately inserted an IV into the girl’s arm, as Garland returned with Dr. Danika in tow, her interns with her as well.

“What’s wrong, Skye?” She slipped on gloves almost immediately, mask over her mouth, before she approached the patient.

“Broken ribs. We don’t know how many, or if they may have punctured the heart.”

They both worked quickly, as Skye checked the patients’ retinal movements, and head injury. “Harry, order a CT scan, we need to make sure she didn’t obtain a worse injury.”

He nodded, quickly going to the front desk and ordering a CT. In the trauma room, Danika pressed her fingers against the patient’s ribs and waist, making sure they were all okay, before realizing they weren’t right.

“We have a problem.” Skye turned to look at Danika, who frowned. “She may have punctured the heart.”

“Shit.” Skye murmured under her breath before unlocking the bed’s wheels and opening the door to the trauma room. “Okay, everyone, this patient is in trouble. Listen to Dr. Danika very closely.”

All the interns turned to look at the doctor, as they moved quickly to transport the patient.

“This has to be quick people, I want to make sure this patient is still alive when I book the OR.” she looked at the interns trying to remember their names. “Holland!” All the boys turned, looking at her with anticipation. She rolled her eyes and then corrected herself. “McDreamy, you’re scrubbing in, take Judy with you”

Tom proceeded to step forward.

“Thank you so much Doctor Rojas, but,” he started, unsure of correcting her, “We don’t have a Judy.”

“Whatever, bring pretty face with you then.” she said, pointing at y/n, who only nodded in response. “Today’s your lucky day, kids.”

They moved quickly, the interns clearing a path for their respected doctors as they maneuvered to the booked OR.

Meanwhile Harrison and the twins stood aside baffled to the fact that their brother was going to scrub in for a surgery this soon.

“He’s unbelievable,” Harry started.

“How did he manage to scrub in so soon?” Sam continued.

“Well,” another intern stepped in, “Doctor Rojas did call him McDreamy.”

This time Harrison stepped forward.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he stared at his peer, who was now shrugging.

“I’m just saying, I’d hit that, bet he would too,” Harrison furrowed his eyebrows. “Maybe he already has, she’s known for helping people fuck their way up to the top.” the intern gave Harrison a cheeky smile.

Harry saw his friend’s hands turn into fists and decided to prevent him from screwing up.

“I strongly suggest you step away from my friend before he decides to leave you in the ER” Harry gave the intern a fake smile, the intern scoffed and walked away. As soon as the intern was out of earshot, Harry turned to Harrison. “Why are you so moody today, Haz?”

Harrison stared at both of the twins and brushed the question off.

“It’s nothing, let’s go, we have rounds.”

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audliminal · 6 years

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Hey, guys, I’m back with the second piece in the signing-verse (finally, I know)! Sorry for the long wait, but my cat had surgery a couple weeks ago and everything’s been really hectic. Anyways, this one is Logan’s introduction, and how he met Patton and Virgil. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3010

Logan's favorite piece of music has no lyrics. He has the whole thing memorized, and whenever he is feeling particularly lost in the vast universe (this often happens late at night), he will sit at the piano and perform his favorite song. Bar by bar, he will count and listen, as four minutes and thirty-three seconds tick by, slowly, and the world around him plays him a song. He listens as the house creaks and settles, and he listens as the clock ticks from its place, mounted on the wall. Sometimes, he performs the piece outside or with the window open so he can enjoy the song that the trees and frogs and plants and owls have to offer.

Logan's favorite piece of music is often referred to as Four Minutes, Thirty-Three Seconds of Silence, but Logan is no fool, and he knows the truth. There is no silence here, on this Earth, this floating orb of rock that is hurtling at breakneck speeds through empty space. Every time Logan performs his piece, it sounds different, and he listens carefully, to the chaotic nature of the Universe, and to the unpredictable sounds of Life Itself. When he can't sleep, late into the night, because the world around him is being just as loud as his own mind (there's too much to do, too much to say), he performs his song. It calms him, to know that no matter how lonely he gets, he is never truly alone.

Logan enjoys silence. He enjoys those moments when the world falls to quiet peace, but even more than that, Logan loves noise. He is fascinated by the concepts of noise and sound and spends his time listening to the constant motion of the world around him, and reveling in the beauty of how nothing ever stops changing. No two moments are the same.

It is a comfort to Logan, that he will never be who he was a minute ago, and he works hard to make each moment of his life new and better, with more knowledge, a bit more understanding of everything around him.

Logan is very lonely.

He tries to ignore it, tries his hardest to find joy and happiness in his quiet little world, and tries to find comfort in the company of only himself. Still, the noise of the world inevitably breaks through his walls, and he is reminded of just how alone he is. When his brother brings home friends, he can do nothing but listen, as the vibrant sounds of laughter in the room next-door shatter his peace and echo against his walls. He can never ignore it.

It hurts, in a way that Logan still cannot understand- he has tried making friends before; he found it frustrating and exhausting, and he chose to be alone instead- it was better, more comfortable. It was easier to be alone. And still, he hated it. Still, he longed for the joy of friendship and companionship that everyone around him seemed to enjoy. So, when a boy approached him, with an invitation to join their group for a semester-long project, Logan found himself dangerously conflicted.

Logan's seen the two of them around school before; it's hard to not notice the vibrant duo that insists on using ASL and refuses to be sorry about it, but Logan has never spoken to them before. He doesn't even know a single word in ASL, and he would hardly know where to start if he wanted to learn. And anyway, it’s hardly a surprise that Logan never speaks to them, because he doesn’t ever speak to anyone if he can help it. Talking is hard and exhausting, and he’s always felt lost and adrift whenever he finds himself trapped in a conversation. So when the more energetic half of this particular duo plops down into the seat next to him, Logan has no idea what to do.

"Hi there!" The boy (was it Patton?) says cheerfully, hands moving in almost perfect synchronicity with his mouth. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in joining our group?" The offer is unexpected. Even being acknowledge by his classmates is rare for Logan, unless they want something from him, and Logan can feel discomfort welling up almost instantaneously. This boy with his fast-talking hands and vibrant energy- this boy is sitting next to him, grinning happily like they’ve been friends forever. Logan cannot even begin to imagine why the boy is inviting him to join their group. He does not want to believe that Patton is one of the cruel people; he’s always seemed so nice, but even if he is- well, the ones who befriend you out of pity are almost worse than the ones who do so out of cruelty. So, even though Logan’s heart wants to say yes, Logan curls into himself, shaking his head.

"No-" Logan says, voice as small as he feels. “ No thank you.” His words are carefully chosen, a mask to hide his insecurities. To avoid the shortfalls of his voice -no S's, no L's, no R's. Years of speech therapy, and he’s still not perfect. The lessons echo through his head, but even still he cannot seem to enunciate clearly, and he inevitably trips over his words the second he relaxes. He turns back towards his desk again and ignores the awkwardness pounding through his head. He’s sick of groups; sick of being surrounded by friends who want to talk and chat, and inevitably leave him sitting there on the fringe, doing all the work while they have fun. The pain of refusing echoes in his head, but it is easier than the pain of ending up trapped in a friendship he desperately wants but can’t really have. And so, Logan carefully ignores the hurt, surprised look on Patton's face, and is about to go back to reading his book, until the teacher appears beside them.

"Logan," the teacher begins. "Here I was, worried that I would have trouble getting you to join a group, but it seems that my concerns were misguided! And helping our deaf students- I'm sure with your help, they'll have no trouble at all!" Logan starts in surprise and begins to voice a protest- he’s going to work alone, he already has his entire project planned- anything to not be trapped in a group that barely wants him, but the teacher gives him a sharp smile, and Logan can do nothing but resign himself to his fate. Beside him, Patton lets out a choked giggle, and Logan turns to stare at him in confused realization as the teacher walks away.

"Wait, you’re deaf too?" He asks because that’s what the teacher had implied, but Logan had not been aware of this, and he flinches as his voice trips up on the r. Belatedly he wonders if his lips were even clear enough to read, feeling off-balance and terrified of doing the wrong thing, but Patton is quick to shake his head.

"No, I'm not deaf. But teachers don’t always realize. I sign so I must be deaf, y’know?" Patton's words are accompanied with a shrug that leaves Logan frowning and uncertain of how to respond until he catches movement in the corner of his eye and realizes that the other boy (Virgil, right?)has joined them, and is signing at a rapid pace. A pang of guilt (frustration too, ASL is just another thing he doesn’t understand) hits Logan, as he watches the words that he cannot understand.

"If he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to, Patton.” The spoken words confuse Logan for a moment until his brain registers that Patton must be interpreting Virgil’s words for him. For just a moment, the longing hits Logan again- how nice must it be to have a friend who you fit with so seamlessly, but then Logan remembers that this is the part of the conversation where he should probably respond -or has it been too long now, and he’s made it awkward with his silence?

"Unfortunately, our teacher doesn’t share that opinion.” Logan blurts out quickly before he can make things any more awkward. “So it appears that we will be working together on this project.” Virgil raises an eyebrow at him, and Logan’s glance flits nervously between the two, feeling very much like an object that’s been put on display.

Logan barely even remembers the conversation that follows, though, at some point, he agrees to meet up with them after school every Wednesday so they can get to work on planning their project.

He comes to their first meeting, feeling very much like his head is about to explode from sheer nervousness. He greets them and sits down, watching Patton’s hands move- the motions all seem to flow together, a constant, unbroken stream of conversation, and Logan wonders how Virgil can tell where Patton’s words end and Logan’s begin. He is caught off guard when Patton immediately asks him how his day was and finds himself stumbling over an answer. Five minutes later, he realizes he’s devolved into a rant about how boring his chemistry class is, and he cuts himself off abruptly.

“I’m sorry,” he says, fighting to keep his hands still. “You were just asking to be polite, and I just ran off with it, and-”

“It’s no problem! Patton is quick to reassure him. “I think we’ll all benefit from getting to know each other a bit better before we start trying to complete this project!” Beside him, Virgil nods, and Logan isn’t about to argue with them, but he carefully turns the question on its head, asking about Patton and Virgil’s days, so he doesn’t start ranting at them again. After all, no matter what Patton says, he knows that people are prone to saying things they don’t mean, because of politeness.

“Oh, well, I drew a picture of a cat today, in Government! Look!” And then, Patton’s pulling a notebook out of his backpack and flipping it open to reveal a goofy drawing of a cat. It’s not very good- better than a kindergartener would do, but Logan keeps his mouth shut before he can say anything mean, and listens as Virgil offers a half-hearted compliment.

“It definitely looks like a cat.” Patton translates with a laugh. “I know, it’s not great, but hey! It was a lot more interesting than listening to the teacher drone on about checks and balances for fifty minutes. I mean, honestly Virgil, you’re lucky you’re deaf- our teacher’s voice is like- like listening to a handful of bees try and teach about the court system! It’s awful.”

The next two weeks pass by, and Logan’s life has never felt more like a rollercoaster. Patton is so friendly and energetic, and even when Logan’s looking for it, he can’t find a hint of a notion that he’s not wanted there. Even Virgil, who can’t directly talk to, seems to not really mind his presence, and their every interaction leaves Logan feeling like he’s teetering above a really large drop, waiting to start falling. Somewhere along the way, Virgil and Patton start appearing at his lunch table, and even when he doesn’t have the energy to join in the conversation, Patton continues on translating for him.

He finds himself lying awake at night even more than usual, analyzing everything he’s said, and wincing at the awkward moments where he’d spoken over either Patton or Virgil- he’s bad enough at conversations when everyone’s using the same language, and it’s only made worse by the confusion of getting used to Virgil and Patton’s use of sign language. And yet, neither of them have complained about his behavior yet, and he is left, every day, feeling very confused. They hadn’t said anything when he’d ranted at them for ten minutes about the importance of the cultural connotation of specific adjectives, and nobody had gotten mad when Logan had corrected Patton’s pronunciation of the word sherbet.

That’s why Logan found himself curled up on his bed with his laptop, at five in the morning, carefully practicing the same hand movements over and over, hoping, against all odds, that he can manage to do this one thing perfectly.

“Hello Virgil, how was your weekend?” Logan carefully forms the words of his very first sentence in ASL. The movements feel strange in his hands, and he ignores the part of him that worries that he’ll fuck the whole the thing up. Instead, Logan shakes his hands out and tries again, because he needs to do this. Because he wants to do this. He wants to be a part of their comfortable friendship and he’s not sure he knows how to take the first step towards being their friends, but learning one sentence in a new language? Learning is the one thing he’s good at, so with another shake of his hands, he keeps practicing.

By the time he makes it to school, Logan is a nervous wreck, and the anticipation (and fear) of what he’s going to do makes it completely impossible to pay attention through all of his first and second periods. He’ll figure out what he missed later. For now, he has a mission.

Logan makes his way to his English class, determined and pretending he doesn’t notice the dread building in his stomach. The desire to be these boys’ friends echoes across his whole body, and he struggles to still his trembling and takes a seat. Virgil and Patton walk through the door a moment later. Patton’s hands are moving in huge, excited motions, as tells Virgil about- something. Logan chokes down the sudden lurch of terror and focuses on how much he wants to be a part of- that. He wants to be able to join in on the conversations- to not be an awkward addition who needs everything translated for him, while Patton and Virgil communicate so easily.

And so, Logan smiles and nods at them, as they take their seats, and when Virgil says hello with a wave of the hand, he carefully forms the words he’s been learning.

“Hi, Virgil. How was your weekend?” It takes only a few moments to say it, and Logan cringes as he feels the whole world stop around him. Virgil is staring, and- oh god, Patton is too, and slowly the fear starts to seep back in. What if the website he had used was wrong? It’s a thought that hadn’t even occurred to him until this moment, but all of a sudden it seems very possible, and Logan can barely breathe.

Then, Virgil snorts and Logan flinches, before Virgil’s hands lift, and then Virgil is saying something and Logan can’t understand it, and Patton isn’t telling him what Virgil just said. Virgil seems to realize belatedly that Patton isn’t interpreting for him, and closes his eyes in frustration, before reaching over and waving his hand in front of Patton’s face. It takes Patton a moment to start moving again, and then Virgil signs the same sentence again, for Patton to translate.

“I’m good, what about you?” Relief floods through Logan, because he may not have been perfect, but he was at least understandable, which is- not exactly ideal, but it’s definitely enough.

“Alright, I guess. Sorry but that’s the only sentence I know so far.” Logan smiles, and the words so far hang like a promise between them.

“Oh my gosh that’s what we should do for our project!” The exclamation rings loudly beside them and Logan and Virgil both flinch as Patton’s energy suddenly returns. “I mean- that was so cool, and your signing was almost perfect, Logan, wow; how long have you been practicing that- but we should do our English project on ASL!” Logan glances between the two, as Virgil stares at his friend.

“I mean, I guess we could?” Virgil slowly offers, and Logan is incredibly grateful when Patton translates for him because Logan has definitely reached the limits of what ASL he’s managed to figure out so far. “Although it’s technically not English, so is that allowed?”

“I mean, I doubt our teacher knows that,” Patton says, “but anyways, what if we made our project about the grammatical differences between ASL and English?”

“I don’t want you guys to have to do all the- all the work, though,” Logan mumbles wincing as his stutter makes itself known.

“Well, you can be our English expert!” Patton responds happily. “I don’t think me or Virgil know all that much about the grammar rules of English, after all.”

“It’s I.” Logan corrects.

“What?”

“I don’t think either Virgil or I know all that- all that much about the grammatical rules of English.” He explains, cringing at every word as his brain supplies a reminder that correcting people is rude. It’s too late to stop now.

“See?! You’ll be our English expert! Plus, it’ll give us an excellent excuse to teach you ASL, won’t it?” Patton leans over, grinning as he pats Logan’s shoulder.

“It- it will?”

“I mean, if you want us to teach you, that is? I just figured, ‘cause you’d been teaching yourself...” Patton trails off.

“I- uh, if you- if you’re willing to spend the time teaching me, I’d love to learn! I just- I wasn’t really sure where to start, or how to- to find out.” Logan glances over at Patton, who’s actually bouncing in his seat with excitement, and Virgil, who’s normally irritated look is twitching with what almost looks like the beginning of a smile.

“Great,” Virgil says, “then we’ll check with the teacher, and if she okays it, then we can get started whenever.” Logan nods in agreement because he’s certainly not going to refuse the help- ASL is the first thing that Logan’s ever been scared to try and learn. It’s just so different and Logan’s never even learned a speaking language on his own, so he has no idea how he would ever manage. But with Patton and Virgil guiding him, it just might be doable.

As always, please let me know if there’s any way I can do better by those of you that are deaf/hoh or use ASL! This is a learning experience for me, and I’m bound to get some things wrong.

#my fics #signing-verse #yay i finally got around to finishing this

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aadarsh1432 · 3 years

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Ambulance service and it’s types & features.

In this blog I am going to describe about one of the best ambulance services in Patna and How many types of ambulance related service they provide. Before starting of this blog, let’s took a look about the Patna city.

Patna is known in a whole country as popular and historical cities in India which is originally known as the name of Patliputra and also known as the capital city of Bihar. This city lies between approx 290 miles to 300 miles northwest of Kolkata. Patna city is along the south bank about 12 miles of Ganga River.

In this city, there are so many of hospitals and schools available for the residents. People here have so many boarding and lodging facilities across various religious centres such as SIKH’S Gurudwara, Hindu temples and mosques etc. This city is mainly famous for historical places like museum, Golghar, Planatorium, Gurudwara, Hanuman Temple, Patna Museum, University of Patna and etc.

Now discuss about the Ambulance service in Patna:

In Patna, The ambulance service Patna provider perform a very important role to provide the ambulance service during critical situation of patients and one name has been highlighted for these excellent services which is known as Aadarsh Air and Train Ambulance and they provide three types of ambulance service.

Air Ambulance

Train Ambulance

Road Ambulance

Air ambulance - Air ambulance is one of the fastest and quickly transportation of patient from Patna to other cities in case of emergencies. Their medical staff always ready with advanced techniques to transfer of the critical patients under the world-class and well qualified medical team including doctors and medical assistance with all the species of ICU types of equipment such as- ventilator, cardiac monitor, suction machine, infusion pump, nebulization facility, oxygen cylinders, pacemakers, defibrillator adding with the basic and advanced life supports.

Advantages of Air Ambulance service

· Round the clock air ambulance service availability

· Available bed to bed service

· Domestic Availability

· Highly qualified doctor’s and paramedic staff

· Easily traceable from any remote-controlled areas in India

Train Ambulance - Train Ambulance is the maximum cost-powerful and accessible medium of commuting an affected person to a scientific spot. Shifting an unwell affected person from one area to every other area through the first magnificence A.C. train ambulance/ rail ambulance can be an excellent alternative. At the same time, they examine it with the street ambulance. The very nature of the train journey approach the pressure loose surroundings and a pleasant journey that is maximum wished one for the affected person wherein they cannot get this in lengthy distance street ambulance. They offer train ambulances in India by overlaying all of the cities.

The Aadarsh Air and Train Ambulance affords to activate scientific help to noticeably unwell or injured sufferers.

They have Veteran doctors, nurses, and authorized paramedics in the team.

Their pricing coverage and the provider is transparent and not using a hidden cost relevant anywhere.

As Aadarsh Air and Train Ambulance believes in honest pricing, they cost human providers notably else.

They provide mattress-to-mattress hospital therapy switch offerings.

They offer ambulance providers 24/7, 12 months a year, day and night.

Road Ambulance is one of the well-known names when it comes to medical transportation in Bihar, India. It offers ambulance services in the ground, air, and road for urgent medical help to patients suffering from cardiac arrest, life-threatening injuries, or pre-surgery emergencies (To know more details about our Tran Ambulance and Air ambulance services). With excellent customer service, these professionals are known to provide round-the-clock ambulance services in Patna with a friendly team that includes professional doctors and paramedics to serve you with care. Of course, better health care doesn't stop there, their technicians remain supportive day and night ensuring all your needs are met.

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orangeyouglad8 · 7 years

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Something’s Spooky in Your Blood

Having some fun with #clexahalloweenweek! Thought I’d throw something in for the Free Day today. Thanks for the fun idea @clexabrasil

This takes place in my SEIYB!verse (in case the title misled you…)

Halloween at the hospital is an event unto its own.

It doesn’t surprise Clarke or sneak up on her. She’s been well versed in the oddities that happen on this night since she was a child. Those nights when her mother would only come home well into November looking dead on her feet.

It’s nothing new.

What is new is being smack dab in the middle of it.

The weekend prior to Halloween stretched from Thursday to early Sunday morning. Full of shenanigans. Ghouls and goblins and drunken broken idiots all around.

The ED bursting at the seams. People of all shapes and colors – literally she saw a blue monster wheeled away on a gurney – poured from every nook and cranny. Fake blood mixed with the real and everyone was confused.

And now, now they arrive on the day itself. A Tuesday. Something so middle of the week, Clarke hopes the crazed frenzy of the weekend will not find it’s way back to the hospital.

She knows her hopes have no shot of coming true.

Indra gives them a strong speech at the start of their shifts. Reminds them all they probably won’t be leaving anytime soon.

Except Clarke is already on an overtime shift. Dangerously close to crossing the line and getting into serious trouble. Indra gives her a look and a nod before she leaves the locker room and Clarke understands it for what it is.

They both are aware of the situation.

But for now, Clarke will deal with whatever comes her way. And ignore Raven’s near constant pestering about the party at her friend’s giant apartment.

Her phone chirps in her locker and she grabs it, smiling at the picture she finds attached to Lexa’s message. She sniffs under her arms and applies another coat of deodorant, grabbing her lab coat and sweeping out of the locker room while her fellow interns get ready for the day.

The day she started hours ago.

She plays with her hair hastily, pulling it back into the tiny bun she can manage. Not yet used to the new short length.

Lexa, though.

Lexa’s eyes went wide when she showed up fresh from the salon.

Her fingers card through it every chance they get.

When the elevator slides open she practically dances through the lobby to the coffee cart. Lexa stands there waiting. Her shirt tucked in, her shoes shiny. Her hair perfect. Clarke’s heart beats so loud she’s surprised everyone can’t hear it.

“Hi, stranger.”

“Hi yourself.” Lexa’s eyes dip to Clarke’s lips. She needs them on hers. Settles for the soft look they both share. “How was your night?”

“Long, boring.”

“Boring is good though for post-op, right?”

“Boring is good.” She leans in then. Brushes her hand against Lexa’s arm, briefly.

Not yet over how well Lexa pays attention and how much she cares.

Lexa holds up a white paper bag that Clarke didn’t even see, too entranced by the girl before her. “I brought you some breakfast.”

“Lex-” She swoons. Constant fucking swooning.

“You need to eat,” Lexa says it low as they inch forward in line. And now Clarke really needs to kiss her. Wonders how much persuading she’ll have to do to get her into a closet or empty room somewhere.

Clarke takes the bag and spies inside.

“You didn’t.”

“I did,” she answers around a grin.

“Lexa…”

“Just eat your sandwich, Clarke.”

Clarke bites into it and releases a hearty moan, hungrier than she realized and happier knowing it was Lexa who was thinking of her. Who woke up early and waited in line before work to bring Clarke her favorite breakfast sandwich to the hospital.

“You’re too good to me.”

“I know,” she laughs.

Clarke nudges her with her shoulder while taking another bite. She offers the sandwich to Lexa, who declines with a soft shake of her head.

This day is already off to a better start than she would have hoped.

They sit in a small hallway off the lobby that no one frequents and enjoy their coffee. Clarke finishes her sandwich and tries not to focus too hard on Lexa’s soft admiration. She chances a small kiss on Lexa’s cheek and takes a deep breath in.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

Lexa gulps. Visibly and loud. “You’re welcome.”

“I need to get back. It might be a little crazy today. I’m already pushing up on too many hours for my shift though so there’s a chance I might make it out.”

“Just let me know.” Lexa’s eyes are still focused on her lips.

Clarke loves it.

“Any chance you’d be up for a party if I do?”

A confused brow finally looks up. “What kind of party?”

“Something crazy I’m sure. Raven has been pestering me nonstop.”

“A Raven party…”

Clarke laughs, “I know. But… it could be fun.”

“I guess it will depend on the shift you have, doctor.”

“I guess so.” She remembers her main selling point. “No one from the hospital will be there…” she dangles it in front of Lexa like a carrot.

Lexa’s eyes light up, just as she hoped. “That sounds promising.”

They smile at each other for a beat.

“Don’t forget,” Clarke says, leaning back in and brushing her lips against Lexa’s ear. “You first kissed me at a Raven party…”

Lexa grabs her wrist, doesn’t let her move. Clarke hears her intake of breath.

“As if I ever could.”

Her quiet morning with Lexa seems like it was days ago.

The hospital roars to life around midday, when a group of stupidly drunk frat boys roll in, already bleeding with bones protruding in ways they never should. Their togas leave nothing to the imagination.

“We’re pledging,” one of them grimaces as Clarke pokes at his slowly bleeding gash.

“Yeah, that’s the excuse for this?” She sends him a look. Poking again and earning a flinch. He smells like the bottom of a bar floor and Clarke hopes the banana bag she hooked up will start hydrating him. He’s already tried brushing up against her ass more than once. She can feel his eyes heavy on her chest too.

“We’re almost through it.”

“You have to survive it first.” She snaps off her gloves and glares again. He looks up from her chest and his cheeks at least have the decency to blush. “You’ll need stitches. I’ll have to numb the skin, I’ll be back.” She leaves and pulls the curtain closed behind her in a huff.

“Murphy, can you handle bed three? This guy is about two seconds away from sexually harassing me and I just don’t have the strength to ignore it right now.” Clarke leans against the nurses station and lets a little bit of whine into her voice.

“If you take the kid in five, then no problem.”

“Done deal.” She switches to the chart for bed five and walks away. When she pulls the curtain back she’s met with a surly little girl and a worried dad. He would dwarf anyone, but the way he looks at his child melts Clarke’s heart a little bit. The girl has curly brown hair and dark dark eyes. Black ringed around them and a little dot adorning her nose. She looks so sad and small under the hospital lights.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Griffin. What do we have here?” Clarke smiles. It’s harder when it’s a kid. Harder and yet… easier.

“She passed out at school. Clutched her stomach and just passed out.” Her father answers, worried and standing. His hand never leaving her shoulder.

“Dad, I told you my tummy hurt today.”

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry.”

Clarke checks the chart again. Seems like appendicitis.

“Maisie, did you throw up today?”

“Yeah. Right when I got to school. I ruined my costume!”

“Well, that is a shame.” She sets the tablet down and pulls on some gloves to assess. “What were you today?”

“I was a raccoon,” her voice breaks a little and Clarke hopes she can distract her enough to stop the tears.

“Looks like you’re still a raccoon to me?” Clarke boops her nose and smiles. “Can I check your belly, Maisie?”

The girl nods. Her lip quivers and Clarke knows she’s trying not to cry more.

“Which side does it hurt on?”

She points to her right and Clarke starts palpating. She barely touches her before the girl flinches and wails.

“Yep, alright. I think I know what’s wrong.” She nudges for Maisie’s father to stand and follow her out of the bay. Keeps her voice low to not scare the girl. “She’s got a pretty bad case of appendicitis. We’re going to need to take her up to surgery right away – we need to get it before it ruptures.”

He nods, tears streaking his face. “I should have brought her in sooner. She never complains.”

Clarke second guesses for a second before placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s a hard thing to diagnose sometimes. I’m going to get her upstairs and we’ll get it handled, okay? You did the right thing.”

He nods and shuffles back into the bay to sit by his daughter and Clarke grabs a nurse to page Indra and the OR.

Murphy stands by the cart, picking up a suture kit and bandages. He glares hard when she shrugs and gets ready to roll Maisie upstairs.

“Thanks, Murphy.”

The surgery goes smoothly and Clarke gets to assist the attending, answering questions at rapid fire while she asks.

Peds is… peds is no joke.

And when it’s all over and Maisie is being patched up and taken to post-op, the attending lets Clarke notify her father.

A feeling she’s still not used to.

She finds him stalking the waiting room. Feels his relief and chokes on her words as she watches him break down, tears streaking down his face.

Indra finds her as she checks in on Maisie and brings her dad back. The rooms in peds are decorated with all kinds of animals and fun colors and Maisie gets a good drug induced giggle when she finds out that she’s in the room with raccoons and foxes and forest creatures prancing on the walls.

“Good job, Griffin.”

“Thanks,” Clarke nods. Always appreciative of Indra’s tough love.

“You performed well in there today. Dr. Hunter was impressed.”

Clarke blushes, Dr. Hunter is a rock star and everyone knows it.

“Thanks,” she stammers again. Indra barely conceals her eye roll.

“Make sure you watch that clock. I don’t need you getting written up for going over. We’re already pushing the limit… I should just send you home.”

“It’s barely five yet…”

“I know, but Halloween explodes around here. Something you seem familiar with.”

“Another perk of growing up with a surgeon for a mother.”

Indra simply hums out an affirmation.

“See to her post-op checks, don’t get trapped in the pit.” She offers gruffly and then she’s gone. “Don’t be surprised if you find yourself on Hunter’s rotation before long.”

Clarke blushes furiously.

The pit is slammed when she gets back and there will be no going home for her. Not when her colleagues are up to their ears again in Halloween shit.

Which is fucking crazy, because it’s still just a Tuesday.

But with so many college kids in this city, she really can’t be surprised.

The drunk frat boy with wandering eyes is still floating around. His almost-brother got taken up to surgery to repair the broken femur he came in with. He tells Clarke as much before sobbing and trying to earn some consolation.

Clarke just points him to the waiting rooms and gives him another banana bag. How on earth is he still this inebriated?

She handles two gashes from drunken fights and diagnoses a set of broken ribs and a concussion before Indra finds her and pulls her by the elbow out of the ED.

“Griffin, what did I say?”

She’s livid.

“I can’t just leave! Look how swamped we are!”

“Out. Now.” She growls and Clarke turns on a dime. The fight is not worth it. It’s almost eight and she’s definitely over her time limit. She drops her tablet at the charging dock at the nurses station and grabs a plastic set of devil horns out of the box of gathered and forgotten Halloween accessories.

The locker room is a ghost town and suddenly Clarke feels the exhaustion in her bones.

Raven has blown up her phone.

Lexa has left a few messages as well.

Clarke should shower, she really should, but she’s too tired. Suddenly completely over this hospital. Cannot bear another second of being here.

She changes quickly, asking Raven for the address again and sending it to Lexa. She coats her underarms with another round of deodorant and fluffs her hair, grateful that it always seems to hold better with a little bit of grease and dirt and sweat. Her boots feel comfortable on her feet even after her marathon day and her leather jacket is a warm, soothing comfort.

She sneaks out before anyone can find her. Not in the mood to deal with Octavia’s sass. Or Murphy’s grumping. Or Monty’s guilt trip.

She stops in the bathroom in the lobby and adds a dark coat of eyeliner to her tired face. Adjusts the devil horns just so on her head and grabs her bag not looking back.

The party is in full swing when she arrives. Bursting out of the big old house in Cambridge out onto the lawn and the porch. Clarke shakes her head, mystified by it all… it’s the middle of the fucking week.

She sets her bag down by the door and looks around. She sees a few familiar faces from her evenings out with Raven and her friends from school. Searches each room until she finds Raven cackling by the keg. Suited up in a stellar replica of a NASA space suit. Helmet under her arm and head thrown back laughing.

She can’t help but smile as she works her way through the crowd.

It’s a packed party. The air is humid and sticky with bodies and sweat and alcohol.

“You really outdid yourself this year!” She surprises Raven. Laughs at the shock and squeal her friend emits before turning around and punching her in the arm. “Ow, what the fuck?”

“Don’t sneak up on me, Griffin. You know I hate it!” She yells. Wraps her arms around Clarke’s neck and pulls her down for a hug. “They actually let you out?”

“If they didn’t I would have been written up so, yeah.”

“Oh, I never thought I’d be happier about your crazy hours than right now, Clarkey.” She pinches Clarke’s face. “Here, have a beer!” The red cup sloshes over her hand in Raven’s enthusiasm to hand it off.

Clarke more than happily obliges, downing the cheap light beer in large sips and refilling the cup before she pulls Raven outside to talk and enjoy the cool fall air.

“I can’t be inside another minute,” she says, leaning against the porch railing. There’s music, but it’s not so loud that the neighbors will complain.

They watch little superheroes and ninjas walk around collecting candy.

“How’s it been?”

“Busy as fuck. Halloween, Thanksgiving and New Year’s… the holy trinity of hospital visits.” Clarke ticks them off on her fingers with a sigh.

Raven raises her cup, “It’s all the alcohol, babe.”

“Mhm,” Clarke answers and gulps the gross beer down, already feeling a warm buzz. She should have eaten something on the way.

“I’m glad you’re here. You needed a night off.”

“I did.”

“You’re not going to be practicing hungover tomorrow are you?”

“No, my hours… I’ll have tomorrow off.”

“Good, because your laundry situation is getting out of hand.”

“Thanks for reminding me.”

“Anything for you, my dear.” Raven swings an arm around her shoulder and smacks a loud kiss on her cheek.

They stand outside chatting for a while. Clarke props herself on the porch railing and rests her aching feet. Raven refills their beers again and comes back with double decker orange and purple jello shots. Clarke groans but chews the shot and swallows it down with a grimace.

Raven is summoned to play beer pong and Clarke waves her off, needing a moment for the world to stop spinning and for the jello taste to leave her mouth.

This is how Lexa finds her.

Lexa who walks out of the crowded doorway and steals Clarke’s breath away. She almost falls backward off the railing.

Lexa. In scrubs. In a lab coat. Hair pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun and fake stethoscope around her neck.

Lexa with her real hospital badge clipped to the front pocket.

Lexa with a smirk – that smirk – on her face.

“Here you are,” She says, sauntering towards Clarke.

“Lex…” Clarke reaches out and pulls Lexa to her. Hands around her waist bringing her between Clarke’s legs. Clarke sees the familiar hospital logo stamped on the scrubs. Gets a thrill when she thinks about where Lexa must have pulled them from.

Brings Lexa down into a kiss.

She’s been wanting to kiss Lexa like this all day. There’s a sharp intake of breath, a hum, a tongue sliding along lips, and then it’s deeper.

Is everything Clarke wants and needs.

“You look really good,” Lexa whispers against her lips.

“So do you, doctor.” She purrs. kisses her again, because she can. Because Lexa is here with her, and Lexa is playing along, and Lexa looks really, really great in Clarke’s scrubs.

“Now you know how I always feel,” she says, dragging her lips down Clarke’s throat, giving them time to breathe.

“A taste of my own medicine?” She jokes. Lexa sucks a little too hard in response.

“Just proving my case,” she mutters into skin, her tongue soothing the spot.

“You know, sleeping with a doctor doesn’t make you qualified to practice medicine, Lex.”

“Why don’t we go home and test that theory.” Lexa husks it out against her ear and Clarke is about to say yes when another voice startles her.

“Griffin, come on, I need a new partner!” Raven calls out and breaks them apart. Clarke glares over Lexa’s shoulder to the door where her friend stands, hands on her hips and an expectant look on her face.

“Fuck off, Rave. I’m busy.”

“Come on, Clarke. I can’t go down like this!” She whines and Lexa giggles into Clarke’s neck where she is still hiding, cheeks red and warm on Clarke’s skin. That’s what does it for Clarke. If she stays here with Lexa between her thighs and kissing her neck, they’ll be doing things that can only be done in private.

“Fine, but you owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, sweet cheeks, move it.” She disappears into the house and Lexa finally looks up.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Lexa’s eyes are dark and her lips are plump and red. “Go show off for me.” She smirks again and Clarke laughs.

“Alright, you got it, doc.” She pushes Lexa back and hops off the railing. Grabbing Lexa’s hand and pulling her into the house.

“The horns seem appropriate…” Lexa whispers behind her. Clarke squeezes her hand and wishes they went home instead.

They beat the next five teams handily. Clarke only has to drink two cups of beer in their run.

Raven is sassy and on fire next to her, sinking shots and talking smack like she’s not short and barely a hundred pounds.

Clarke thinks their luck has to do with the tall lean girl off to the side. The one who can’t take her eyes off Clarke as she shoots. The one who sends her dark looks and private smiles behind her cup.

The one Clarke needs to get her hands on.

They are forced to relinquish the table after the host of the party and his roommate are beaten again for the second time, and declare Raven and Clarke the ultimate champions. Clarke blushes and laughs at the round of begrudging applause and cheers the partygoers cynically throw their way. Raven, though, Raven bows and lifts her hands up to her ears asking for more.

She is…

She is so ridiculous and Clarke loves her so much.

Lexa hands her a fresh cup of beer when she is finally released from her partner duties. Kisses her with a little extra something and smiles against her lips.

“Impressed?”

“Definitely,” Lexa nods. Her voice is husky and Clarke can feel that tension that lives in the space between them ramp up.

“Come on,” She pulls Lexa through the large kitchen away from the beer pong and to the bathroom she found in the hall. They only have to wait a moment for a tiny blonde girl to stumble out with a laugh before she has Lexa inside and the door shut and locked behind them.

They meet in a heated kiss, well past any teasing or propriety. Clarke knows what she wants and thrums with it. Lexa’s hands grip her ass and pull her close, her lips nonstop and devastating.

Hands sneak under Clarke’s shirt and scratch lightly at the skin at the base of her back. She gasps and pulls at Lexa’s lip a little, spurning her on.

Swallows the moan that lives in the back of Lexa’s throat.

Comes alive with it.

Tugs at the scrubs and tries to get Lexa closer, closer.

“Where did you get these,” she says, nipping along Lexa’s sharp jaw.

“My hamper,” Lexa replies, tilting her head to allow Clarke more access. They thud back against the door and Clarke groans at the way their bodies bump together. Push up against each other and seek the heat. “They’re the ones you wore home last week because you were-” she stops to gasp as Clarke’s hands rake up her stomach. “Too tired.” She finishes and tilts Clarke’s mouth back to hers.

“The coat?”

“Hospital laundry. Rhonda seemed particularly keen with me.”

“Do I have to keep an eye on that?”

“Hmm… maybe.” Lexa jokes. “I washed these by the way.”

“I can tell. They don’t smell like a fifteen hour surgery.”

“Just checking.”

Clarke dips into her again and keeps sliding her hands up, up. Teasing just under Lexa’s bra. There’s a patch of skin there that is so soft, and so sensitive, it always causes a reaction.

She’s not disappointed when Lexa inhales quickly and pulls her lips away from Clarke’s.

“Clarke,” she gasps.

“Shh, babe.” Clarke captures her mouth again and slides her thigh between Lexa’s in earnest. All too familiar with the very thin barrier the scrubs provide. Lexa’s teeth sink into her lower lip for a moment before her head tilts back again, enjoying the way Clarke’s thigh moves up against her.

Clarke smirks and kisses the strong neck under her lips, runs her tongue along that little dip just before Lexa’s collarbones.

Smiles as Lexa’s hands press into her lower back and pull her closer, tighter. She wiggles her fingers and gets up under the cloth and wire barrier, teasing the underside of Lexa’s breasts.

“Clarke,” Lexa hisses. Breaks out of their trance. Stands up straighter and looks at Clarke with wide, dark eyes. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” Clarke bites her lip.

“If we start this here we’ll have to finish. And I am not about to do this quickly.”

Those words send a shudder down Clarke’s spine. She’s suddenly speechless and gaping.

Lexa releases her grip on Clarke’s back and toys with the devil horns that have started to slip down her hair in the wake of their make out.

“Very, very appropriate.” She smiles and fixes them.

Clarke tries to shake the lust off of her, but it’s just not happening with Lexa looking at her like that.

“Come on, let’s go home and you can get me out of your scrubs.”

Another shiver. Clarke has to kiss her again after that. It’s hot and wet and insistent.

“Clarke, please…” Lexa begs and that’s what breaks her out of the trance. She needs all of Lexa, and she won’t be able to have her in this stranger’s bathroom.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

They exit the bathroom much the way they went in, with Clarke throwing open the door and dragging Lexa behind her. They earn a smirk and a low whistle of appreciation from a guy waiting in the hall and Clarke would stop to shove him if she could think about anything else. But all she can focus on is getting Lexa inside of her.

Instead, they make their way to the door, grab Clarke’s bag and spill out onto the street.

“Wanna order a car? It’ll be quicker.” Lexa asks, tugging Clarke to a stop and waving her phone in her free hand.

“Yeah, do it.”

“Two minutes,” she says, eyes focused on Clarke’s lips again.

“Good.”

The wait is agony. They get closer and closer together. Share heated looks. The tension building.

The blue car pulls up and they both jump inside, eager to get back. Their pinkies touch on the seat between them, but nothing else.

Clarke can’t risk it.

Can’t even touch this girl next to her for fear that the unstoppable urges will take over. She leans her head on the window instead. Watches the city pass by outside and enjoys the cool glass on her face.

It’s soothing. Lexa’s presence relaxes her and the long shifts she’s had for the past few days creep over her. The beer she consumed on too empty of a stomach starts to work its magic. Her eyes feel heavy and she sits back in the seat even more.

The car ride isn’t long, but it’s long enough for Clarke to start drifting.

Even with the dirty make out still prickling her skin. And Lexa close to her, ready to reconnect after a long week.

She doesn’t realize she drifted off until Lexa is nudging her gently. “Come on, Clarke. We’re here.”

Clarke hums and allows Lexa to guide her out of the car. She hears hushed thanks and then the driver is gone. Clarke opens her eyes and tries to wake up. She smiles when she sees Lexa standing there under the streetlights in her scrubs with her bag over her shoulder and hair messily falling out of its bun.

It’s such a sight.

A warm wave tugs at Clarke and she steps closer to Lexa. cups her elbows and pulls her in for a soft kiss.

“What was that for?”

“I just like you, I guess.” Clarke shrugs. She loves the smile that plays at Lexa’s lips. It starts slow but opens and blooms beautifully into her full wide smile. The toothy grin that Clarke knows is special.

Lexa pulls her into a hug and hums happily.

“Ready to go upstairs?” Clarke teases it out.

“To bed? Yeah,” Lexa responds.

“No…” Clarke sasses. Stifles a yawn.

“You’re exhausted, Clarke.”

“No, I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s time for me to do dirty, dirty things to you, Lex.”

“Let’s see if you can make it all the way up and to the bedroom. Then we can renegotiate.”

Clarke groans as Lexa guides them up the stairs and to the front door. She feels weaker with every step, and grumpy because Lexa is probably right.

But all she really wants to do is make her come.

“You look good in my scrubs…” she purrs, her face tucked into Lexa’s neck.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already made note of that for the future.”

“Oh yeah? I think you’re the one who needs these devil horns, Lex.”

Lexa laughs as they begin the slow climb up to her apartment and Clarke’s heart flutters in her chest.

In the end, she does get Lexa out of her scrubs with a few long, slow, wonderful kisses stretched between them. But instead of the hot, steamy, dirty sex she was craving, she is pushed down into Lexa’s sheets with arms wrapped around her as they settle next to each other and drift away to sleep.

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