“When I says ‘enterprising’, I means ‘morally deficient’.” (mansom) @bcssbitchs​

❝ … i still have this burning desire deep inside to … to fuck over everyone, everything, that has wronged me. ❞ (mansom) @bcssbitchs​

“may nothing but death do us apart.” @bcssbitchs

“I want a hug. I want a hug so tight I end up in a full body cast.” @bcssbitchs​

❝ every good family film starts with a vicious murder, bambi, the lion king, saw seven. ❞ @bcssbitchs​

it was far from the first time and likely not the last time that marta had woken up to find her partner gone. it was never personal, she knew. tony’d had trouble sleeping for as long as she’d known him whether it was his anxieties waking him up or it was some project he was working on that he was obsessing over, and frequently, knowing him... it was both. sometimes she went back to sleep when she woke up and realised he was off in the garage again the way he knew he’d prefer her to, some nights... she couldn’t. she couldn’t sleep knowing he couldn’t and that there really wasn’t much she could do to help that. she was a trauma surgeon and that was what she was good at. she was no psychiatrist. still, she’d do what she was doing now and get up, pulling a robe on and heading to the garage to be with him. her day off was that morning after all, so it wasn’t like she needed the sleep right then. she could wait and she could sleep in in the morning if she needed to. she padded down to the garage barefoot, lingering by the door for a moment before letting herself in and giving his shoulder a squeeze before gently stroking his hair. “hey... you okay?”

going from nurse to doctor had been one of the best decisions marta could have ever made. the hours were long and sometimes strenuous, but she loved her job. she loved it enough to where she didn’t entirely mind being called in on her days off for emergencies especially as it didn’t happen often as a trauma surgeon in the nhs. she was an empath by nature and felt for other people, so usually even the ones that were brought in with injuries from doing something reckless. however... when she heard this one’s story, she had to fight to hold back a chuckle. the poor guy, hugh drysdale was hit by a bus... which was a horrible thing, for sure and not the first time something like that had happened. that wasn’t the part that nearly had her laugh. it was the fact that he’d immediately gotten up and walked on into the pub he’d been heading for, ordered a pint and made it through that pint before he passed out which had prompted the bartender to call for an ambulance. if he wasn’t in a much better shape than most others who were unfortunate to get in the way of one of the big red double decker busses that were on the streets of london, she would have felt worse for laughing when she’d heard that part from the nurse on duty. “doctor, mr. drysdale just woke up.” marta glanced up from the ct scan and xray in front of her and nodded, getting up and collecting the paperwork. “oh good, thank you. i’ll go see him now.” the fact that he was only unconscious for a total of roughly three hours meant that there was unlikely any lasting brain damage at least. she made her way to his room, lightly knocking on the door before letting herself in. “mr. drysdale,” she acknowledged quietly, looking him over, focusing on his face for a moment before turning to her file. “i’m doctor cabrera. i understand you got hit by a bus? more common than one would think. well, i just looked over your xray and ct scan and looks like you’ve got a few broken ribs, moderate concussion as well as the more than occasional scratch and bruise.” she shook her head. “i’m shocked that that’s all you have honestly. you’re very fortunate. we’re going to hold you overnight for observation, if you seem to be recovering well, we’ll let you go home in the morning, i know the nurse gave you some acetaminophen for the pain, which i know probably doesn’t feel like enough, however we can’t give you anything stronger because of that concussion. try and get some rest. do you have any questions for me, is there anything i can do for you right now?” 

❛ god , i’m just whining , you know me . ❜