#pinkauras

if there is anyone who knows about the nuances of this restructuring, it would be dr. reed-harrison. eve's wanted to ask her about since the gala, but just walking up and asking hey, think i'll be fired? didn't seem kosher. she wanted to hear tess's opinion on everything from the gala, but sticks to asking about the part of it: "so," she starts, smile present as she speaks, looking up from the chart she'd be scrolling. "how does it feel to officially be the boss?" eve feels more at ease being on the peds floor today, grateful that the assignment rotation had finally gone her way again. "i haven't seen theo running off in tears, so i'd say it's going pretty well." her tone makes it clear she's only joking, laughter at her own words following.

If pink is your predominate aura color than you are someone who recognizes and embraces your inner magic.  You see life through rose colored glasses and approach life with lighted hearted fun.  You are whimsical and playful.  You are able to tap into that child like wonder that a lot of people lose as they get older.  

I rarely come across people with purely pink auras but it often times shows up when someone needs to focus on connecting with their inner magic and playfulness.  Usually they are burned out with life and feeling like they’ve lost their spark.  Pink aura is here to remind them that they can feel that pure joy again even if things seem mundane.

Pink also manifests itself in someone’s aura when someone has found new love.  When I do Love Aura readings there’s often lots of pink in different shades depending on the type of love they have going on.  If their love shows up as pink, it’s usually an indicator that the love they share is positive and healthy.

Hot Pink also is deeply connected to love but it’s like that super passionate, butterflies in your stomach, ecstasy kind of romantic love.  It feels AMAZING but can be burn people out quickly due to it’s high energetic intensity.  It is an energy that is part of a romantic relationship but not meant to be the sole building block in the foundation of the relationship.  If this happens this energy and turn into love addiction, obsession, drama, chaos, etc.  If the couple is able to have other aspects to their relationship then this energy can continue to show up and not be too much.  

on days like this, she's the first thing on his mind when he leaves the hospital. they had been on the same team, both running around the er like crazy people -- but he hadn't been able to actually check in with dinah after everything went to shit. cyrus can't help but kick himself for not expecting this to happen; there's always an outlier in situations like this, a patient who seems stable, but once the dust settles from the chaos, the blind spot appears and something goes wrong. it's something he'd learned from cole -- the constant need to always double, triple, quadruple check. there's always something, always someone who reminds them that this job is never simple. tonight, that had been elias ward.

for all intents and purposes, the patient should have made it through the night with ease -- dr. walker was a good surgeon, dinah never missed a step. yet once they finally had control over the mci, elias coded and bled out. cyrus had been there when the man died, scrubs covered in blood and voice hoarse from all the yelling he'd done over the last eight hours. he should have lived, and by 10:42 PM they were calling his time of death. the people they lost -- elias and hana -- make cyrus' chest ache more than he cares to admit, the voice in the back of his head reminding him that they failed. that he failed. he was running the er -- he shouldn't have let anything slip through the cracks. cyrus swallows down the feeling, though he's unable to shake the thought or the way his shoulders feel heavier.

never has he been more grateful that his coworkers know better than to ask stupid questions about stupid feelings to him; where most were comforting one another after they left the operating room or changed out of their scrubs, he was left to his own devices. it's easier -- he didn't want to sit around and cry with the residents or other attendings. he wanted to get the fuck out of there, and drink until he passed out on the couch. he wanted to check on dinah.

they weren't exactly on right now -- aside from a couple of hook ups, mostly promoted by his jealousy. but she's the first and only person he wants to see after a day like this; she'd been there with him, standing on the other side of elias' bed as his heart rate flatlined. he'd lost track of her soon after the time of death was called. both were needed elsewhere, and by the time he'd been able to stop by the nurses station, she was gone. rather than do the rational thing -- call her, text her, something of the like. instead, he finds himself picking up food from the chinese place around the corner from her house (one that confusingly open until two in the morning), before standing on her doorstep with a plastic bag of take out in hand.

he almost chickens out -- standing on her porch for a few minutes, before he starts to feel like a fucking creep and forces himself to actually knock on the door. cyrus isn't sure what he's going to say, or if dinah would even want to see him at all; at least the chinese food would get him through the door. jiggling his leg as he waits for her to answer, he silently prays one of her younger siblings doesn't answer the door. thankfully, when the door opens it's the one person he wants to see standing in front of him -- clearly feeling the weight of this day, just as he did. "hey," he starts, scratching at the back of his neck, suddenly feeling too exposed. "figured you haven't had anything to eat yet." cyrus explains, holding the bag up, hoping she won't point out that it's after midnight.

ezra isn't used to being on the defensive with hollis. usually, it's the two of them against the world—late-night tequila-fueled vent sessions after brutal shifts, inside jokes no one else understands, the kind of loyalty that comes from surviving so much together. but right now? he can feel that bond straining under the weight of hollis’ gaze, the kind that could carve him open more efficiently than any scalpel ezra's ever held.

he leans back in his chair in the attending’s lounge, arms folded behind his head like he has nothing to worry about. classic deflection. if hollis wants contrition, she isn't going to get it. not yet, not when ezra can already taste the hypocrisy of it all sitting on his tongue. “you gonna keep looking at me like that, or are you planning on actually saying something?” his smirk pulls sharp, half a challenge, half a shield. he knows exactly what this is about. he isn’t stupid. hell, he’s been expecting this confrontation since the second hollis found out.

still, ezra can't resist throwing gasoline on the fire. “look, i’m not gonna apologize for sleeping with taren. she’s an adult. i’m an adult. things happen.” he drops his hands and gestures loosely, as if it's the simplest math in the world. “besides, it's not like she's the only one i've been sleeping with.” the corner of his mouth lifts higher, arrogance wrapped around the truth like armor. “what? it’s not bragging if it’s true.”

it's quickly becoming a nightly ritual to end up at the duck with her coworkers, needing a cocktail or two to properly unwind after a long shift. "okay," ade begins, changing the topic as she takes another sip of her drink before setting it on the counter. "enough of your tough and mysterious schtick." she insists, setting her elbow on the countertop so that she can prop her chin in her hands. "i need a life update from you, and not some bullshit about how you're just doing fine." ade points out, giving her friend a look before lifting her head and reaching for her drink. "especially when you and the devil are apparently back on." she's referring to cyrus, and the never ending on/off relationship between him and dinah. ade understands how it goes, having been in plenty of situationships -- and stumbled her way back into one. "i want all the gossip. don't leave out any detail, or i'm not getting the next round."

it's not uncommon for thalia and cyrus to end up in the same or -- trauma and transplants tend to go hand in hand, leaving them in the or together for hours on end. their personalities seemed to mesh well, both typically irritated about something or have a complaint at the ready. today is a liver transplant, with thalia running the or — so it’s not shocking that she pulled him to assist. he would have reluctantly brought up using a resident, given the severity and speed in which they landed in the or for the transplant — there’s no choice. the chaos has died down now that they've got the new liver in, connecting arteries and veins to restore blood flow. now that he's no longer barking out steps, waiting for thalia’s next move, or worrying about damage control, he gets to the obvious: "how the fuck did you get out of this teacher class bullshit?" he'd been meaning to ask thalia what secret leverage she's got, and how to find some of his own. "clamp." he interjects, before continuing. "i rather get fucking lobotomized than listen to that dick go on about being an 'out come oriented teacher'." cyrus does a voice for the last half, eyes rolling as he speaks.

ade loves to teach; unlike many fellows and attendings, she enjoys having the interns assisting and observing. at least, the competent ones -- and sienna very clearly falls into that category. with her parents track record, it doesn't shock adrienne even a little; though she knows if elaine were still here, she wouldn't be pleased to see her daughter doing a plastics rotation. regardless, ade greets her with a smile as they meet back up, now waiting for some bloodwork to come back before they can move along to the next part of the plan for surgery -- scar revision for a burn victim. "so --" ade drags the word out, pausing sip her latte as she slides up to sienna at the nurse's station. "how has it been with dear old mom and dad out of your hair?" she asks out of curiosity mostly, and because she'd seen sienna dancing with ryan at the gala. maybe ade is reading into it, and she's really going off of nothing, ut she has a feeling if elaine had been in the audience, she would have had a few things to say -- especially with how they were looking at each other. "i feel like it'd be strange to be on one of my parents services, you know?" she doesn't add the obvious: it would add quite a bit of pressure.

priya isn't supposed to be here. she knows that as soon as she slides the badge over the scanner and ducks her head just enough to not look suspicious—but here she is anyway, tucked into the corner of an empty conference room on the fourth floor, the kind with the too-long table and the chairs no one ever adjusts because it isn’t their problem. she hasn’t turned the lights on, just lets the gray slant of morning through the blinds, casting striped shadows across her white coat. it's quiet here, in a way that the interns’ bullpen never is. no pagers chirping, no one snapping at her to move faster, no looming reminder that tess harrison reed has the power to pluck her out of the program at any second. priya's trying to steady her breathing, to pretend she has some semblance of control.

and then, inevitably, the door creaks open.

her head snaps up, guilt already blazing across her face even though she hasn’t technically done anything wrong—well, except for the part where she isn't supposed to be hiding out in here. she freezes when she sees who it is. “sienna,” she breathes, voice pitching low like she’d been caught sneaking out of class in high school. the silence stretches a beat too long before she tries to fill it, words rushing out in a tumble. “i swear, i was just-just needed a second. not running away, or, you know, completely imploding about the possibility of getting fired. definitely not that.” her attempt at a laugh sounds thin even to her own ears.