𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌.

.............................. 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌 𝙖𝙡𝙡.

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............... ...........𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗵𝗾. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 ﹠ 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌. ............... ...........𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

❛   don't   panic   .   ❜   his   voice   is   calm   ,   fluid   and   steady   all   at   once   as   body   leans   around   ,   fingers   tweaking   the   issue   .   ❛   panic   later   ⸻   ❜   lips   twisted   upwards   ,   a   dark   smirk   painting   lips   as   if   he   was   amused   .   he   wasn't   .   but   it   was   if   that   was   simply   his   personality   .   ❛   preferrably   not   on   my   floor   ,   do   it   elsewhere   .   away   from   me   .   ❜

❛   oh   no   ⸻   ❜   whispered   as   head   hooked   over   shoulder   to   peer   at   the   havoc   the   newer   interns   were   wrecking   on   the   place   .   ❛   this   is   a   disaster   .   ❜   he   almost   giggles   with   glee   ,   whispering   like   it's   some   sort   of   secret   to   be   shared   .   ❛   ⸺   kind   of   perfect   ,   this   chaos   ,   i   love   it   .   ❜   there's   no   wonder   jonathan   jackson   chose   pediatrics   as   his   specialty   ,   he   was   a   child   at   heart   .

❛   listen   ⸻   ❜   wilder   starts   ,   files   slamming   down   on   the   station   .   ❛   i'm   not   doubting   the   doctors   ,   i'm   really   not   ,   but   can   you   double   check   this   for   me   ?   ❜   something   about   the   file   just   simply   didn't   feel   right   .   as   if   it   was   rushed   ,   maybe   confused   with   another   patient   .

❛   yo   ⸻   maddison   !   ❜   boisterous   and   loud   ,   sami   hollers   at   his   partner   .   two   coffee   cups   in   hand   ,   grin   easy   and   bright   as   he   offers   her   one   .   ❛   good   morning   superstar   ,   ready   for   a   great   day   ?   ❜   despite   it   being   close   to   sun   up   ,   the   sky   still   dark   ,   sami   petrovic   had   already   been   up   for   hours   ,   that   new   job   excitement   still   so   fresh   and   new   .

hands   rub   at   tired   eyes   as   a   yawn   escapes   .   ❛   i   had   a   thought   ⸻   ❜   she   muses   as   arms   fold   around   a   takeaway   coffee   cup   ,   leaning   on   the   nurses   station   .   ❛   i   mean   it   left   already   ,   but   that's   probably   for   the   best   .   ❜   twenty   six   hours   into   a   shift   and   victoria   was   fighting   battles   ,   mostly   with   her   lack   of   sleep   .

there's   an   air   of   somewhat   defiance   around   her   ,   many   allude   to   it   simply   being   cherise   delacour   ,   or   perhaps   it   was   even   because   she   was   french   .   but   it   came   with   a   heavy   entanglement   of   confidence   .   ❛   sure   —   you   could   do   it   that   way   .   ❜   she   muses   ,   accent   clinging   to   words   despite   the   fluency   in   english   .   ❛   i   mean   ,   i   certainly   wouldn't   ⸻   but   it's   not   my   decision   .   ❜   she   muses   in   a   less   than   critical   way   ,   pensive   more   so   as   she   leans   her   cheek   into   her   fist   .

there's   a   confidence   that   comes   with   twenty   five   years   worth   of   tenure   at   harbour   view   metropolitan   ,   and   hope   bradley   had   that   in   spades   ⸻   she   was   one   of   the   few   that   begun   her   residency   at   the   hospital   and   then   continued   a   thriving   career   onwards   in   the   same   space   .   it   gave   her   authority   ,   it   gave   her   respect   .   ❛   if   you're   asking   my   opinion   on   the   matter   ,   i'll   give   it   to   you   .   ❜   she   begins   ,   a   slight   pause   in   her   tone   as   eyes   don't   lift   from   the   files   as   she   looks   them   over   .   ❛   if   you're   asking   for   validation   ,   i'm   afraid   i'm   the   wrong   person   for   the   job   ⸺   ❜   her   words   aren't   unkind   ,   but   they're   firm   as   brown   eyes   turn   to   meet   the   others   .   ❛   which   one   is   it   ?   ❜

❛   you   looked   like   you   were   about   to   make   a   bad   decision   .   ❜   the   words   were   punctuated   with   an   outstretched   hand   ,   paper   coffee   cup   in   it   ⸻   sure   it   was   only   from   the   terrible   coffee   machine   in   the   break   room   ,   but   it   was   still   coffee   and   at   this   time   of   night   ,   it   still   did   the   same   thing   .   ❛   this   —   ❜   athena   muses   ,   shaking   the   cup   again   in   the   others   direction   as   if   to   say   take   it   .   ❛   usually   delays   that   for   about   ten   minutes   or   so   .   ❜   lips   twist   upwards   slightly   before   dark   green   eyes   turn   back   towards   the   chart   in   front   of   her   ,   as   if   she   said   nothing   at   all   .

claiming   territory   came   with   the   name   that   was   printed   on   his   identification   badge   ⸻   and   he   liked   to   think   ,   with   a   level   of   certainty   that   was   completely   undeserved   ,   that   the   harbour   was   his   territory   .   connor   o'hara   was   never   one   to   bother   with   pretending   he   hadn't   been   watching   someone   ⸻   truthfully   ,   the   second   year   resident   was   always   looking   to   drum   up   a   little   trouble   ,   especially   with   other   residents   .   

falling   into   step   beside   hollis   was   less   than   easy   ,   though   admitting   that   as   he   shortened   his   strides   was   off   the   table   ,   eye   eyes   dragging   over   the   notes   in   their   hands   ,   unapologetic   scrutiny   on   his   features   ,   like   he'd   already   decided   ,   with   little   knowledge   at   all   ,   where   they   went   wrong   .   ❛   wow   ,   still   stuck   on   this   ?   ❜

she'd   grown   used   to   the   hustle   and   bustle   of   the   busy   cafeteria   ,   in   places   like   harbour   view   ,   quiet   never   seemed   to   occur   ,   even   into   the   darkened   early   hours   of   the   morning   .   priya   sat   tucked   into   the   corner   of   a   much   too   large   for   one   table   ,   finger   tips   tapping   against   the   cardboard   coffee   cup   as   it   cooled   quicker   than   she   drank   ,   the   low   hum   of   conversation   an   almost   comfort   through   her   thoughts   .   she   was   mostly   ignored   ,   not   viciously   but   rather   it   was   easy   to   miss   her   ,   kept   small   ,   tuck   into   herself   ,   eight   months   in   and   she   preferred   it   that   way   ,   most   of   the   time   .   it   was   quieter   ,   safer   ,   easier   to   concentrate   on   what   matters   the   most   .   but   still   ,   even   in   the   busiest   of   moments   ,   there   were   times   where   she   caught   herself   wondering   what   it   might   feel   like   to   find   something   that   the   group   of   nurses   just   a   few   tables   away   from   her   had   .   an   easy   comradre   of      sorts   .

dark   eyes   drift   away   from   the   bustle   near   by   to   her   table   ,   half   scattered   with   notes   ,   study   notes   ,   from   previous   classes   ,   before   she   was   an   intern   ,   sketches   of   a   heart   ,   lines   dissecting   each   part   thoroughly   ,   but   she   chances   a   look   up   ,   only   for   her   posture   to   straighten   ,   a   small   tentative   smile   offered   .   ❛   oh   —   hi   ,   did   you   need   the   table   ?   ❜   she   questioned   ,   immediately   beginning   to   clear   her   things.