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nurseconscience · 5 years

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THE MUN WATCHES. The Resident - 2x10 - After the Fall

RUN MY BABIES RUN

I am super concerned for Papa but also mildly distracted by Conrad and my girl looking amazing.

OH GOOD. Dad is alive. That is good. LONG LIVE MARSHAL

Aw Nic grabbed her sweater from her locker probably.

Oh look. The bitch is out. My poor babes. All of them are having such a hard time. I do like Mina being upset with Devon.

So none of those guys seem promising for the clinic. ...... They better not have Nic start falling for him. I’m going to be HELLA pissed.

LILY

I still tear up terribly when she is mentioned.

Awwwwwww. Pops couldn’t breath.

Is it bad that I kind of feel for Bell right now?

..........God damn it. I am super positive they are going to try and make her have a thing for this street doctor. Or him for her. We already had one person with the whole liking someone else thing. Can we not.

I mean......good that he is trying to find Julian? Because we know she is missing.

I hope the former cop doesn’t die. She’s interesting. I like her.

IS IT BAD THAT EVERY TIME I SEE NIC AND THIS DUDE I AM ALREADY JUST LIKE ‘NO.’ Like. Yes, please save this guy’s eye. But do not exchange any meaningful looks please.

OH. Dude. I had a room almost just like Marshal’s after my second surgery for recovery with the little observation window for nurses/doctors to sit at. Only my bed was against that left wall instead of the middle facing the door. They were active observers in how I just could not sleep.

FUCK this guy. Stupid Quivadis. Whatever it is.

Lol. Mildly enjoyed Bus Guy and Conrad’s playing off of each other.

THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE.

UHHHHH WORDS AREN’T GOING THROUGH TO YOU, BITCH.

Can we just kill her? Is that a thing? Like. Killing is bad.......but I am willing to make an exception right now.

“I’m surprised you didn’t kill me when you had the chance.”

LAAAAAWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLL MARSHALLLLLLLLLL MY DUDE.

THIS DUDE IS SETTING UP DEVON FOR KILLING JULIAN? ( I am assuming that she is dead; though we have not seen a body...so maybe not? I have not looked at her imdb to see if she has any more appearances. )

Why does that ex-cop’s husband look not super pleased? He looks a bit sketch. Just me?

Aw. Lol Mina is being nice to Devon but also still annoyed. I am glad that their friendship is still intact.

I still don’t want this dude staying too close to Nic.....’I like crazy’.

MARSHAL TIMEEEEEEE. I agree with Conrad. Please be more positive. OKay. This will be the like one time I want Conrad to not listen to his father.

I LOVE the use of classical music in regards to Bell. That was a beautiful montage.

OH SHIT.

O H S H I T

D I N G D O N G

T H E . W I T C H. I S. D E A D.

Preview for next week. FUCKIN- They killed Bradley it looks like in the future. Those motherfuckers. I love Bradley. Whyyyyy. And of course Quovadis shit is blaming them instead of his faulty devices.

#☤ ┊ THE MUN WATCHES. / ◜ ❝ too many shows to little time ❞◞#The Resident #the resident spoilers #☤ ┊ THE SHOW. / ◜ ❝ a look behind the medical curtain ❞◞

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duh-danii · 6 years

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i can’t stop | z.a

summary: zach has found a outlet to relive himself from his stress but you don’t believe it’s the best for him but he can’t stop

warnings: prolly some curse words, angst ,drugs

a/n: based off of why stop now by chase atlantic i highly highly HIGHLY recommend you to listen the song and totally check out the band bc they are my favorite of all timeEeEeEe anyways that’s it enjoy wait also zach is aged up abt 2-3 yrs older okay byeeee (lowkey feel like this is super unrealistic but whatever)

“im floating around now my stomach is nauseous, and ill keep doing this until im unconscious.”

“ughhh...” zach grunted while he watched his ceiling fan spin around his room.

“babe!” y/n called out excited to see her boyfriend on his tiny break from tour.

“in here!” he yelled from his bedroom, immediately clutching to his head as it ached from him raising his voice.

he sniffed.

“hi, love! i missed you!” y/n said as she stood under the door frame to his bedroom.

“y/n.” He smiled.

y/n ran over to him and hugged him tightly as she buried her head into his shoulders.

“how have you’ve be—“

“what’s that smell.” she asked already knowing what it was.

“oh, it’s the—“ zach sniffed. “it’s the, the litter box, i haven’t cleaned it in awhi—“

“your cat died like five years ago....” y/n sat up and stood at edge of zach’s bed. “okay i know you smoke weed every once in awhile but you’re sca—“

“shhh!!!” zach said. “my head is pounding and my stomach hurts. please calm down.”

“zach. im worried about you.”

“y/n, im fine.”

“they call it a problem, but baby i already know,

this shit is reliable, people they just come and go.”

“i don’t like this. i don’t like this. it scares me.”

“god babe, im really fine. i can control myself quite nicely.” He said raising his voice slightly.

she scoffed. “i can control myself quite nicely” she imitated zach.

zach let out a long breath and chuckled slowly.

“your room is a mess, dude.” y/n said as she looked on zach’s bed and saw some white grains that looked like sugar from those airheads xtreme bite candies, zach’s favorite candy.

“hehe, yeah.” he repiled with a sniff then returned to blankly staring up at his ceiling fan while his left hand starting twitching.

“zach. you are obviously not fine. look at yourself i feel like i’m—“

“i know it’s a problem, but honestly i don’t care... i can rely on this shit, people just leave.” zach murmured with his eyes half open.

he sniffed.

“why stop now, tell me if i can’t come down ,then why stop now.”

“you don’t care? i don’t want to lose you to something as ridiculous as this! i tried to deal with it ,but i can’t take it anymore! you’re different.”

“oh...and you’re the same?”

“what are you talking about?”

zach sat up and looked at y/n .”god y/n! get off my damn back! im stressed out enough. i travel constantly i need something to help me. it helps me. that...” he pointed to the bag of weed on his dresser. “that helps me.” He clutched his head and winced in pain.

“zach, its not helping you if you’re acting like this.” she said tearing up from frustration. “i love you. i want to help you. we can—“

“sthut the fuck uppp, god you’re so fwrekin loud!” zach slurred.

“im just trying to help you! y/n tucked her hair behind her. “please just let m—“

sniff

“lord, can you stop fucking sniffling what the hell is wron —“ y/n cut herself off.

zach sniffed once more and rubbed his nose aggressively.

y/n looked back at the “sugar grains” on his bed and his desk. she looked zach dead in the eyes.

bloodshot, right eye twitching

“please, please, please no.” she sat back on his bed and put her hands on his thighs. “please tell me you’re not doing cocaine.”

“wha—wha...”

“are you doing crack?!”

“maybe?” he giggled out of his mind as he abruptly layed back down on his bed and stared at the ceiling fan.

“baby, let me help you. you don’t have to stay like this.”

“i want too.” zach’s left hand stoped twitching as he relaxed his body on his bed.

y/n rested her hand in zach’s as she goes to help him stand up

“baby, grab my hand. we’re going somewhere.”

“zach, grab my hand.”

his hand was cold.

“you live and you die babe, its life in a fast way”

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