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osmw1 · 5 years

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Poison-Wielding Fugitive Chapter 70

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“Do it.”

The priest might have been whispering, but he wasn’t quiet enough. He must be up to something since he didn’t angrily shout that out loud. Perhaps following his order, the mages that were standing behind the priest suspiciously disappear behind a crowd of people and then unleashed a magic spell at me. They totally waited to pounce! But then instantly…

“Damn you!”

Celes entered a fit of rage as soon as our duel was interrupted. She scowled at the priest before turning to me.

“Cohgray, watch out!”

I began evading the sudden magical barrage downpour. Hmm. It was easy to predict the trajectory. I dodge out of the way as the spells caused many explosions. However…

‘Stay focused!’

The hidden mages missed me the first time but following the priest’s command, they continued to fire area of attack spells at me. Just as I was contemplating how to avoid getting hit this time… Celes rushed in front of me and sliced the magical attack with her sword.

“Haah!” Whoa! That was totally amazing.

‘‘tis a skill by the name of Magic Parry. It is most certainly a difficult one to master, but… fitting for the head of the dragonslayers. She is powerful… for a human.’

Then she pointed her sword at the priest as her anger emanates from every part of her.

“How dare you insult this sacred duel?! There is no contest whether you or Cohgray is the righteous one and anyone would feel the same!”

She kept her sword up and continued to speak.

“You have sent so many to their deaths without a single problem. I had wondered what was troubling you. But now, I see very clearly why you are intent on eliminating Cohgray—for he is able to lift your curse!” “You are deranged! You wish for a sacred duel with something like him? How absurd!” “How is that absurd?! Cohgray was originally a Ranger and a powerful one at that. It is only because of our meddling he has needed to master the use of poison! Yet, during our duel, he held back his poison and was still able to match my every move. How else am I to respond to his honor?!”

She lifted her sword above her and pointed it at the priest once again.

“Sir Elfé, representative of the Teachings of the Sacred Yggdrasil of Saint Yggdra! I, Celes Arnold, leader of the Dragonslayer Corps, demand an answer from you! Do you admit to having committed the evil deed of cursing the families of fellow followers of the Teachings?! Answer at once!” “How dare you accuse me of such preposterousness?! You lowly, despicable human!” ‘Hmm… judging by his words, he seems to be of another race.’

A haughty people? That sounded familiar… The poison in my system was very tough on my body. Ugh… my body had adjusted to Veno’s poison and it has been recovering, but my heightened abilities were waning. My wounds have healed but my fatigue was yet to have fully recovered. It was rough, even with the passive recovery granted by my leather armor.

“This is unforgiveable! With my authority, I strip you, Celes Arnold, of all title! Now… kill the dragon sympathizers!”

The rest of the dragonslayers had been confused and wavering from the beginning. Now with how the situation had unfolded, they all stared daggers at the priest.

“What is the meaning of this?! Do you lot also resent the truth?!” “Right now and here, which side do you guys think is righteous? It’s a very clear answer, if you ask me.”

Celes’ comrade, the one whose mother I had helped, spoke to his fellow dragonslayers.

“Ignoring the current situation, who seems more bothered by the truth? I don’t think Cohgray’s party has said anything untrue so far. But more importantly, after watching him and Miss Celes duel, it’s obvious why he fights and what he’s trying to escape!” “We must protect the one who can save our families.” “Once he gets captured, there will be no way for us to save him. We must protect Cohgray.”

The whole squad of dragonslayers spoke out one by one, unanimously agreeing to defend us and to stand up to the priest.

“Sir Elfé, if you must arrest Cohgray no matter what, at least first show us proof that he is lying about what you had done to our families.” “Surely, you can tell that forcing things like this would only grow distrust amongst us.” “Now is not the time to capture Cohgray and his party.” “We’re not here for a witch hunt.”

At the end of our duel, the dragonslayers all felt the same way. Their identical desire to save their loved ones was incredible. Meanwhile, I considered how to convince them to let me go or how to escape. One possible escape route was jumping through the hole caused by their magic and to head into the sewers.

“That man is the dragon! Dragonslayers! Do not be fooled by him!” “Hmpf… even if Cohgray is the dragon…”

Celes swung her sword around and then held it up high.

“… I trust his concern for my family! And that… that is human!”

Then, she swings down and releases a shockwave at the priest.

‘Hmm… the dragonslayers are not all fools. I would have expected them to double down on their religion. I see them in a new light now.’

Celes is an upright person.

‘I cannot deny that. But morals can be corrupted too. Well, she is already being used by the enemies.’

The priest erects a barrier to defend against the force from Celes’ blade.

“You fool! Your foolishness makes my blood boil! Know your place, you lowly humans!”

I could almost see the smoke rise out of his head as he roars out in rage… but then, his trembling ceased, and he looked away.

“Enough… you shall get your just deserts for making such a foolish choice. The heavens shall punish every single one of you. The citizens of Lif’el will know that you brought destruction upon them!”

A large sphere suddenly appeared in the sky, seemingly rolling in place. I wondered what the hell that was. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there’s a countdown ‘til the thing activated or something…

“Wha—?!”

Then, a blinding light emitted from the sphere… and body parts start to assemble into some sort of monster. It had the heads and tails of snakes, dragons, and wyverns and a body of what seems to be a dinosaur, altogether about 10 meters in length. The indescribable and mysterious monster stood in front of us.

Bio Corpse Hydra

Veno’s analysis gave a name to what was in front of me.

“What on earth?! No way…”

Celes and the dragonslayers looked at the beast in fear as it horrifically screeches.

‘Hmpf… ‘tis an absolutely ludicrous amalgamation of many fearsome monsters. How preposterous.’

Veno matter-of-factly muttered aloud. His calmness thinly veiled the anger and loathing within him.

“Perhaps you recognize it! Yes, indeed, these creatures are the very ones you have slain, now combined to form a singular weapon! With this living weapon, I need not dragonslayers! How the tables have turned on you lot! Now, perish for me.” “Talk about letting the cat out of the bag…”

There simply was no way the priest could justify his actions now.

“No one will remember that this happened. That is to say, nothing had happened here.”

At the same time, the towering Bio Corpse Hydra spat out something. What the hell was that? It looked to be the same thing as the sphere from which it came. As soon as I could assess what it was, it began to unleash its powers. Miasma Bomb.

‘Hmm?! Is this the same thing recorded in the memoir of the lass’ ancestor?!’

The airburst miasma bomb detonated in a great flash of light. But when it came in contact with me… it felt rather soothing.

“Arghhhh…” “Gaaaaaaah!” “Hyaaaaa?!” “Muuuu!” “Muu-Muu!”

Though I was unaffected, everyone else—including Celes and Arleaf—began to hurt. Muu had even tried to protect Arleaf with his large helmet.

“Arleaf! You alright?!”

The glow from Karma Blaze was pulsing as it faintly blipped out loud, protecting a small area around Arleaf.

“I-I’ll be—cough—I’ll be fine…”

Everybody in the immediate area was turning paler by the moment.

‘‘tis a Miasma Bomb. It will taint Lif’el and turn it into a wasteland, killing all life within the area.’ “You’re kidding!” “Elfé, you bastard…”

Celes pierced the priest with her gaze.

“Do you seriously think Saint Yggdra—let alone the whole world—would let you get away with this?!” “Hmpf. No one will believe whatever you lowly dragonslayers have to say. Not that there will be anyone left alive in the first place…” “You would wipe out a whole town just to silence them…”

The cool, composed priest scowled in his magic barrier. Not only did he intend on killing all witnesses, but the whole town.

“You lowly humans still have not learned your place!”

The priest began to explain himself.

“Our duty to restore the world tree remains unchanged. But the monsters and their king that live in the miasma are obstacles to our goal. If we do not exterminate them, how will we ever be able to restore the world tree?” “Don’t you think that’s a little backwards?”

I worked in at exploitative sweatshop, y’know? The bosses were always incompetent slave drivers who thought only of themselves, leaving all the work to us subordinates. They didn’t get the big picture. If the restoration of the world tree is their goal, then do that as you fend off attacking monsters. Why did they bother going on crusades?

‘Ah. But with that hideous beast, they must be intending to subjugate the world with its might.’

They pretend to want to save the world, but their true intentions are selfish after all.

“Humans are weak creatures… which is why these terrible monsters must be controlled and used as weapons of war. It is more efficient than any sort of possession summoning. And, it never misses.”

He’s not wrong in that Forced Possession Summoning is a pain in the ass. They barely missed Veno since he is simply too powerful.

‘Utter fools… they know not that their priorities are backwards. How can they claim to protect people by hurting them…’ “cough… even so, we will never give up!”

Celes raised her voice to inspire all those around her.

“Cohgray, you seem unaffected.” “Uh, yeah… but your comrades…” “Worry not. This is the path they chose… though they would have never imagined that it would lead to this. Still, I wish to save the townsfolk. Cohgray, do you know of any way to protect one against the miasma?”

I wondered if Veno had any ideas.

‘It shall take time, but it is not impossible.’ “It’s extremely difficult, but yes.” “I see… then we will do our best here. Please, in the meantime, save as many people as you can!” “But your friends…” “…”

Celes kept quiet and stared down the priest. It seemed as though she never thought of helping them in the first place.

“Cohgray, do me another favor. If you are able to escape, head to Niez in Saint Yggdra… see if you cannot save my sister.”

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botgalhs · 7 years

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Language of Silence

Friend @achromaticbibliophile requested some Karkat and Kankri bonding.

I hope it is up to your standards, friend, and hope you enjoy.

“In any case, moving on from that particular subject, and the minefield of problematic elements it presents, perhaps we can move on and begin on the subject of-”

Karkat groaned internally, listening to his ancestor drone on and on about problematic this and trigger that. He was so sick of it. That was all this guy ever seemed to talk about. It completely astounded him how he could ever think he could be genetically similar to this troll; ancestor or dancesor or what the hell ever. The more he droned on and on, the more he felt the anger boil under his skin.

Looking back, he would probably say that the snap was inevitable in that situation.

“Oh my human fucking GOD! Do you ever shut up?!” Kankri actually took a pause, but though his face seemed to remain neutral, his tone took on an annoyed edge to it.

“Karkat, for shame. I would have hoped that you of all people would be able to understand such basic concepts as courtesy towards someone who is talking at- ahem. To you. That was incredibly inconsiderate of you. Not to mention potentially triggering towards someone who might-”

“God, this is exactly what I'm talking about, you pompous, self-righteous piece of shit!” Karkat clenched his fingers close to his palms, teeth bared with all of his frustrations. “You just keep going on and on about your 'problematic' and 'trigger' garbage, but you never actually go anywhere! All it ends up is being one big circular, Mobious Doublefuckaround waste of everyone's time and all of this air that you dead people don't even need! You wanna complain about the 'problems' of your Beforus culling? Where I come from, being on Alternia means you died! Period! If I were back on my planet right now, and people knew my blood, I'd be dead on the ground with a culling fork through my chest before I could so much as beg for my pathetic, miserable life! What sort of slime-fucked, overly soft thing do you get on Beforus if you're culled. Like you said, you get coddled and pampered and taken care of by a highblood your whole life. And you think that's something to complain about?! Were you even culled when you were on Beforus?”

In that moment, Karkat could have sworn that his dancestor's face twitched slightly. It was just a momentary twinge, however, and it was gone in an instant.

“... Yes, as a matter of fact. I was.” Kankri had gone strangely quiet. Not that his volume changed. His sentences were short and clipped. Not at all like the rambling he'd just been doing a moment ago.

“Then please, like you seem to enjoy pretending to do to everyone else when you're wasting their time with your bullshit. Enlighten me. Just what the hell can you say is so bad about culling where you come from that makes it so much worse than fucking dying like our version?”

There was a long moment of silence, bordering slightly on uncomfortable, between the two. Before his sweater-clad dancestor finally spoke again. It was different this time. Slower. His words more carefully enunciated and chosen.

“... That is to say, Karkat. Just because there are no... obviously negative elements such as death involved in culling on Beforus, that doesn't mean that it was free of any issues. You must understand that there are gravely serious issues that still plague the system. Such as the variety of reasons one could be culled, the spectrum of cullers versus the ability of lowbloods to care for themselves. The... The lack of consent when it comes to being culled, as there is often little choice left to those who are culled-”

Karkat listened as he started to drone on and on, thinking it was just going to be another ramble he'd have to put a stop to. But then something caught his ear and he hesitated.

“Wait, back the fuck up. What was that?” The expression of discomfort on Kankri's face was more pronounced, showing through his attempted facade of stoic, dispassionate logic. “And don't even try to pretend you don't know what I mean, because I think you do.”

“Ah, right. The, ah... the issue of imbalanced power dynamics, particularly those related to quadrants, when looking at the relationship between culler and cullee.”

“Quadrants? I thought this culling shit was just supposed to be like a caretaking thing.” If there was anything Karkat knew he could claim himself an expert in, it was quadrants. “Why the hell would quadrants be involved?”

“Well, Karkat, there often existed a commonly used dynamic in the plots of many Beforan media pieces, such as art and literature... which portrays a relationship, typically pale or red, between a culled troll and their culler. However... this often tends to take place between two consenting adults... the cullee typically being of sound enough mind and body to accept and reciprocate such a relationship properly, and does not delve into the problematic elements that may come with such a... a drastic power imbalance.” It would be impossible to miss, if one was watching him as Karkat was, the subtle way his dancestor was picking at the edge of his sweater, or how his mouth and eyes seemed to twitch involuntarily the longer he spoke. “Along with the causes for these imbalances such as the cullee being physically incapacitated, mentally unsound and thus unable to give proper return for such a relationship, or... or... on the lower end of a great age gap.” He coughed briefly, and seemed to consider going on. But, for once, his mouth shut with a sharp 'click' of teeth.

Karkat stared up at him for a while. One might have been surprised that there was silence where Kankri was, for once. But there were too many cogs turning in Karkat's head to consider that. He was far more busy pondering something else from what he'd said. For all his blathering, Kankri never did go very in depth on the actual subject of culling. And the idea of quadrants in such an arrangement was befuddling, to say the slightest. He was fully aware that some quadrants could turn nasty, especially if pure power came into play, when between a highblood and a lowblood.

“... Did something like that happen to you?” There was no way to miss how his dancestor reacted. His whole body seemed to go rigid for a moment before he cleared his throat and looked away (Karkat could only tell he did because he actually turned his whole head, rather than just moving his white eyes that direction).

“That is a very rude question to ask someone, Karkat. What if there were someone in the vicinity who could have been triggered by-”

Karkat tried to put a hand on his arm to made him stop, but all that earned him was a sharp, hard blow on the hand when Kankri violently slapped it away. Even his dancestor seemed shocked when he did it, and he immediately pulled back, stepping away from him.

“... I believe I've made it clear that I don't like to be touched, Karkat. It can be... very triggering to some people...” His jaw was still set and tense and, god damn everything him and his soft blood-pusher, he felt a pang of platonic pity for the guy. This was obviously something he didn't want to talk about, and not just a big puff of hot air like his usual shit.

“Alright, look, I get it. If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. Just... Just that. If you can't, I don't care. Just, whatever, okay?” He gave his dancestor a side-eyed look, then looked away as he crossed his arms. “But if you wanna... you can, okay? It can be pale, or not. Just... whatever.”

The two stood there in silence a long moment. Both seeming to consider one another in just a silent, thoughtful space of contemplation.

“Well, as I was saying earlier-”

“Don't fucking ruin it.”

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d-s-winchester · 7 years

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Boston General

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Part Three - Emergency

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Pairing: Misha x Reader Word Count: 2,003 Warnings: language, medical stuff A/N: My writing schedule got completely thrown off and due to that you guys are getting part 3 early! I am still so overwhelmed by all the positive feedback I’m getting from this. I’m so glad you all like it. Title comes from Emergency by Paramore. Huge thanks to Nicole (@iwantthedean) for help with the medical stuff. If you’d like to be tagged let me know! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

As you walked into the hospital the next morning you were more than determined to make that day better than the previous two. Remembering that you and Selene were being forced to work on separate services put a slight damper on your mood but you decided not to let it bother you. After rounds Dr. Padalecki put you in Dr. Collins’ service, yet again, and you forced yourself not to groan and roll your eyes.

The last thing you wanted was to be put in his service yet again. Unfortunately there was nothing you could do about it. Selene was placed with Dr. Ackles and the pair went their separate ways to check on their patients.

“Amanda Presley, eight year old female with mitral valve regurgitation. She is here for a valve replacement after presenting with fatigue, palpitations, and chronic cough. We are optimistic that these symptoms will resolve after the valve is replaced,” you summed up.

“She’s scheduled for surgery later today,” Dr. Collins added, addressing the other interns, “Dr. Ackles will be performing the surgery.”

The interns were all scribbling furiously in notebooks, trying to take down as much information as they could while Dr. Collins continued to talk. You watched as he explained to the patient and her parents what the surgery would entail and it amazed you that one person could be so kind and gentle with his patients and their families but so rude and harsh to his interns.

You pushed the thoughts from your mind as he finished his conversation with Amanda’s parents and walked with the rest of the interns out of the room. Everyone dispersed to take care of running labs and you were about to do the same when Dr. Collins stopped you.

“You’re off the case,” he stated once he was sure the other interns were all gone.

“I’m sorry? What?” you questioned, your blood beginning to boil.

It was like he had something against you. One screw up on your first day and all of a sudden it was like you were blacklisted. The entire point of being an intern was to learn and now you were being robbed of that chance.

“Do you need your hearing checked?” he asked, an amused smirk on his face, “I’m sure you heard me, Dr. Y/L/N. You’re off the case.”

“Why?” you asked, knowing he didn’t have to give you an answer.

“Dr. Hill is on Dr. Ackles’ service,” he stated, “and from “what I’ve heard the two of you have been split up so you can get your shit together. I’m not going to undermine Dr. Padalecki’s decision to keep the two of you apart.”

The smug look on his face made you want to punch him. You obviously knew you couldn’t do that, however. With your hands balled into fists at your sides your turned on your heel and stormed off. You needed to get as far away from him as possible if you were going to collect yourself enough to get through your shift.

It astounded you how angry the man could make you, but as he was an attending, you figured that was something you would just have to reconcile yourself to. You would just have to find a way to deal with the back and forth nature of his personality whether you liked it or not. Perhaps that's what surprised you so much that when he followed you into the stairwell and grabbed you by the arm, you jumped back a bit.

“Do you just follow all of your interns around?” you spat at him.

You thought you’d managed to get at least most of your anger out as you walked toward the stairwell but seeing his face just brought it all surging forward. He laughed at your statement, taking you by surprise.

“Clearly you have some sort of issue with the decision of your attending physician, Dr. Y/L/N,” Misha replied, somewhere between pissed off and amused. “Might I suggest you work that out on your own time, and in a more professional manner?”

“Professional?” you sputtered out. “I'm perfectly capable of being professional, Dr. Collins, when my attending physician isn't being a self-righteous ass! I'm an intern, I get that, but I'm not sure what in the hell I did to deserve such horrible treatment from you. Yes, I froze in the OR under a tremendous amount of pressure on my first day, having never operated on a live body before. I don't think that warrants being treated like an idiot!”

“Self-righteous ass, that’s a new one,” he chuckled, “and you’re right, you froze, forgive me for not wanting that to happen again, especially on a case as serious as this. It doesn’t make you an idiot, I’m just trying to cover my ass. Last thing I want is a kid dying on the table because you’re not on top of your game. Don’t take it personally, Dr. Y/L/N, people get kicked off of cases all the time.”

Despite still being furious with him you bit your tongue, deciding you had expelled enough of your energy on fighting with him today, and nodded.

“Are you going to reassign me then?” you asked, as politely as possible, “or should I go see Dr. Padalecki about that?”

“Talk to Dr. Padalecki,” he answered before turning around and walking out of the stairwell.

You let out a frustrated groan and ran your fingers through your hair as you jogged up the stairs, intent on finding Genevieve as quickly as possible. She wasn’t hard to locate and once you found her and explained your situation to her she sighed.

“I’m not reassigning you,” she stated, “he may not want you in his OR but I’ve got nowhere else to put you so you’re stuck with him.”

“But he kicked me off the case,” you pointed out.

“He did,” she nodded, “but I’m reinstating you. Just stay out of the OR and you’ll be fine. Monitor his pre- and post-op patients, stay on your best behavior.”

You sighed and made your way back to the pediatrics ward. If Misha caught you around there and gave you shit for it you would just have to explain to him that Genevieve had nowhere else to put you and hope for the best.

After you checked on all of Misha’s pre- and post-op patients you stood at the nurses’ station talking with one of the nurses. You was about to leave and take your lunch when all the alarms in Amanda’s room started going off. Without even thinking you told the nurse to page Dr. Collins and Dr. Ackles and sprinted into the room.

“Load her up with epinephrine, get me a crash cart!” you called, pushing the code button. “Starting compressions!”

The nurse administered the medication via Amanda’s IV while you worked to get her heart pumping again. The code team came in and began to ventilate Amanda while you waited for the paddles to charge.

“Clear!” you called out, and the word was echoed by everyone in the room. Amanda’s heart rhythm showed no pulse on the monitor, but after checking her carotid, you could feel a faint pulse. “Heart’s trying. Beginning compressions again.”

After another five rounds of compressions, you decided it was time to shock her again. The nurse charged the paddles, you made sure everyone was clear of your patient, and shocked her again.

Just as Misha and Jensen walked into the room, Amanda’s rhythm came back. As you stared at the monitor to make sure her stable vitals remained at a good level, the nurse continued to ventilate Amanda. Realizing that the nurse had it under control and the patient was stable you stepped out of the room, past Misha and Jensen, keeping your eyes trained on the ground -- too afraid to see the look on Misha’s face.

“Good work in there, Dr. Y/L/N,” you heard Misha say behind you.

You turned to face him, his comment taking you by surprise, you were sure he would be more than pissed at you for dealing with his patient after he kicked you off the case. He was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you,” you replied.

“Why don’t you scrub in on the surgery,” he offered, and your face lit up, “just to observe. Just because you saved Amanda in there doesn’t mean I fully trust you in the OR yet.”

“Of course,” you said, “I completely understand.”

“Her surgery is scheduled for an hour from now,” he stated, “go do whatever it was you were about to do before this happened.”

You nodded and started to walk away.

“Oh, and Dr. Y/L/N,” he said and you turned to face him once more, “don’t overthink it this time.”

He smiled at you before walking off to check on his patients. You tried to suppress the smile that was spreading on your lips but it was useless, you were grinning the entire way to the cafeteria. You ate as quickly as possible, not wanting to be late for surgery, and made your way to the OR.

As soon as you set foot in the OR you felt your nerves taking over again. You took a few deep breaths and reminded yourself that you were just observing, you weren’t going to be directly involved. You caught Selene’s eye from across the room and she winked at you. Even though you weren’t supposed to be working with her being able to be in the room with your best friend set your nerves at ease.

Why couldn’t it have been like this the last time? You thought to yourself as the rest of the doctors filed into the room. Dr. Ackles took his place, with Dr. Collins next to him ready to assist, and as soon as Amanda was completely under from the anesthesia, the surgery began.

As soon as you walked out of the OR you were stopped in your tracks by Dr. Padalecki. She looked more than furious and you could feel yourself turning red from embarrassment. You had deliberately gone against her orders and worked with Selene and you knew you were about to pay for it.

“And what the hell do you think you were doing in that OR with Dr. Hill?” she said.

“I...uh...Dr. Collins...he...” you stammered.

“Dr. Padalecki,” Dr. Collins said, coming to your rescue.

You hadn’t even noticed that he’d come up behind you.

“Any reason why Dr. Y/L/N was in your OR, Misha,” she said, clearly more than pissed off.

“I asked Dr Y/L/N to scrub in, and told her I would vouch for her with you,” Misha explained, “It's because of her that my patient made it to the OR and I felt it would do her good to be able to observe the surgery closer than in the gallery.”

Genevieve looked like she was at a loss for words. Her eyes flitted between you and Misha for a few seconds before she finally said anything.

“Fine,” she huffed, “but this is the only time you’re off the hook for this, Dr. Y/L/N. No more working with Dr. Hill. Understand?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded.

Genevieve nodded at you, happy that you were at least agreeing with her, and walked off to no doubt check on her patients. Misha turned to look at you, clearly about to say something, when Jensen called him over to go talk to Amanda’s parents and inform them that the surgery had gone well. He placed his hand on your shoulder, gave it a squeeze and smiled at you. You returned the smile as he let go of your shoulder and you watched him walk away.

You weren’t sure what surprised you more -- what had just happened between the two of you or the fact that you immediately missed the feeling of his hand on your shoulder.

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