#Duro-Med

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Playing with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part two

Summary; Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it

Warning; 18+ Fluff, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, Violence, starting to get hot and heavy, alien (obviously), Cad Bane can kind of be an ass, age gape (canonically during clone wars Bane is 41-43ish) reader is mid 20’s, sapiosexual, mild toxicity that gets fixed, toothpicks, green and red blud.

Word Count: 5.6k

Part one Part three

Masterlist

The Justifier the name taunted you as a lingering question as to why he had named it that. For what you knew about Bane nothing else seemed to matter but credits, nothing was about justice or even vengeance. Maybe I could get him to tell me one of these days. Your gaze fell to Todo who greeted you at the top of the ramp even if he was complaining about your presence and how much it was a bad time to bring you along but wouldn't say why. The curiosity was already trying to get the better of you, you studied Bane with the aggravated expression on his face. You were keenly aware Bane was indeed older then you and had been in the game far longer when the nagging fact finally flicked itself to the end of your tongue.

"Bane, how old are you?"

"He's for-" Bane reached out shutting him off before he could finish his answer letting out another low growl.

"It's nothing you need to be ashamed off, we can stop by Duros if you need too," you offered, "Maybe a find a suitable partner where you don't have to hold back. It would be more efficient to help drop the hormone spike while also give me an excellent source of first hand insight."

"D'anks for'da nit pickin," he said sarcastically trying to figure out your complex educated brain desired, "Wear goin' out tonight to Corellia drinkin 'nd watch for a colleague to show up. Might take couple nights."

"Where am I staying?" You asked.

"Bunk 'bove mine."

"If you bring anyone home tonight, I don't want to hear it," you said simply.

"Jealous?" He joked.

"Unfortunately no, I tend to read before bed," you laughed, "It's not my thing to listen to others."

Bane turned Todo back on and snipped orders at him to show you to the bunk and not to answer any more personal questions about his health unless he was injured or dying. Todo clipped a few comments about using your useful insight because it may be beneficial but agreed to his request hovering around you pointing out the other points of interest in your new domicile, the bar, holding ceils, refreshers, med station, Bane's heating room implying to leave him alone while he's in there he is generally au naturel with the heat up to unbearable levels for mammals. You made a mental note to investigate the room while it's unoccupied. Looking around the room you noticed there was only closet deciding to let Bane have his privacy you kept your belongings in your bag and picked out one of the several books in your bag and left it on your bed. Your hand sunk into the mattress perfectly, not to hard, not to soft curiously you pressed your hand into Bane's hearing him cough behind you.

"It's interesting that my mattress is perfectly balanced while you seem to sleep on a rock," you said removing your hand for it.

"Reptilian?" He reminded.

"Humanoid also. It's fascinating to me," you admitted, "How long until we got to Corellia?"

"Soon, dat planet ain't that far 'nd da ships fast. Neva been?"

"I don't fly."

"What bounty hunta don' fly?"

"It's on my list of quiet extensive list of subjects to educate myself on."

You looked in his red eyes studying you under their microscopic lenses, dissecting you like an unnatural specimen secretly desperate for it's answers. His seemed slightly rather bluer today, do Duros tan? Before you could inquire about the subtle change he stalked out of the room saying he had a few calls to make. Todo finally left you to go pilot the ship with Bane being preoccupied. You decided to call one particularly old friend who would meet you there no questions asked especially if there was money to be made. You fancied yourself s more flattering outfit for the night out, a simple dress with a leg slit and long sleeves personally designed to hide your knifes in varies concealments. Letting your feet adjust to the new path of your domicile you wondered back to the heat room noticing the light was off indicating that it was empty, you eyes peered around before opening the door. Shocked you noticed the flat surface ground, bringing your hand down the smooth texture and cool to the touch. Rock like. Taking in the wall scenery you had to assume it was Duro, there were no chairs, not bed nothing. You laid yourself down on the uncomfortable surface, "Rough man, rough bed," you mumbled.

"What'chu think ya doin'?" Bane said opening the door seeing you tossing on the floor.

"Research. How do you lay on this? It's so uncomfortable," you asked sitting up.

If Bane would have had eyebrows he would have raised one, "On ma stomach."

You flipped over already regretting it with the pressure on your breast holding you up, you tucked forward using them as a head rest and surprisingly it made it mildly comfortable but the rock still felt uncomfortable against your hips, "Interesting, it does make it mildly more comfortable," you pushed your arms up and jumped back on your shoes landing next to him, "Enjoy your heat bath. Sorry for the delay," you gave him a small courtesy nod before walking out of the room.

Bane's eyes were glued to your back side as you laid down, eyeing the curve of your waist in the dress down to your ass sticking up to how you politely had your ankles crossed acting like a lady. Bane wasn't a gentleman by any means but after a once or twice look over he shifted his eyes to the walls remembering the not so favorable memories of home. He was amused by your attempt to learn about his species wondering if you were like this about every alien race or just his. Before he could asked the bold flirtatious question you had jumped up and left. Bane ripped his hat to her peeling his clothes after he pressed the on button enjoying the warmth of the room but noticed it didn't feel as warm or as inviting as when your hot breath had touch him. He curled his lip back, Ain't no woman making me soft, he thought turning up the heat before settling himself down on the rock, even if she's hot, mouthy, dangerous and smart.

You strolled into the cantina with Bane grumbling about going to the bar, following after him you swirled your stool around scanning the cliental when you finally found him waiting two drinks near the gambling tables, "You know it would have been beneficial to tell me who were looking for," you poked, "Now excuse me, I have some business to care off."

"Look at you, beautiful as the stars themselves. Now where have you been?" he smiled handing you the drink.

"It's what one calls a prolonged vacation," you laughed, "I needed a break."

"You? a break? Ha. Now what are you doing with Bane, hmm? Dangerous fellow."

"So are we," you pointed out, "He showed up looking for a book and you know how I get." Trailing your gaze around the room you saw the countless stares at him and women fawning over him a few that had stares like ex lovers.

"Hondo Ohnaka," Bane drawled out looking at the man, "What'cha doin' with my associate?"

"We go way back," Hondo said patting your back, "Now do you mind? We were just getting to some business," he sighed watching Bane move into a close table, "As I was going to say, I did happen to stumble upon the information you were looking for, it does come with a price."

"I do see a sabbac table with some... wealthy people."

"You are speaking my language," Hondo smiled grabbing his drink offering you his arm pulling you into his lap as he sat at the table, "Say 80-20?" he whispered.

"70-30," you countered.

"You do know how to make a bargain and I have a feeling I am about to be a wealthier man."

Bane watched the game noticing the various cheats and tricks jaw tempted to drop when Hondo and you won barely doing any thing. How smart is she? He breathed a small contempt growl watching Hondo light up about you returning to the playing field before ushering you back off the table.

"You must teach me how you do that" Hondo exclaimed.

"You wouldn't have need of me anymore if I did," you countered smiling at.

"You do have a point but you know many than then I," Hondo said cutting you your percentage and sliding it across the table.

"And the information?"

Hondo's hand flicked to his blaster and shot the man walking through the door, "Hondo you can't keep shooting my exes!" you busted out.

"But it is such a fun game," Hondo feigned being wounded by the comment, "His face was... to ugly for the beauty in this room," he dismissed tucking the blaster away.

Bane looked down at the dead mammal in the door way that was getting dragged away. He heard you laughing letting his eyes peak and listened to the conversation as his curiosity peaked to if only had interest in other mammals. His olfactory gland tingled with a change in the air, he looked around finding another Duros walking in and joining the two of you at the table. The man slide into the booth side with her slipping her an info disk. "Chassis," he grumbled smelling the faint arousal coming off him. He saw the man lean over his mouth widening to bite her. His pulled his blaster out and shot him, twirling the gun putting it back in his holster. He strutted over and his body out of the seat and sat down.

"You wound me, Bane. He was not going to kill her. Do you think I would let someone kill my best friend, hmm?"

"Don' care. Don' want ma associate gettin' tangled up in dings dats none of her business."

You scowled at him slipping the disk into your pocket, "Do you know how much data I could have collected? If you find another, you know how to contact me." You stepped up onto the table and dropped down heading towards the ladies room to wipe the faint green blood off your dress. Getting in the door you barely had time to react when big hands found you clicking an injector into you. Hazily you left yourself get picked up before you were out.

"Wastin' time, wheras she?" Bane said noticing how long you were gone, "somethin's not right," he got up and shoved the refresher door open which got a couple yelps from the ladies, "Lookin' for my associate, you'd seen her?" Bane said staring them down, they all shook their heads. He could still faintly smell you crouching down he took in the faint smell of fear, "Dagnabbit!" He said getting up trying to track the faint smell but there was to many people in the building. As soon as he got outside the smell finally found him and he took off in it's direction, "Todo, girlies been kidnapped. Get eyes up," he commed in through his wrist band.

"I am not a surveillance droid-"

"Now Todo," he barked dropped back down finding the faint smell of blood. He flicked it with his tongue and revolting spitting it out, your smell clung to it but it wasn't yours. He got up guns draw, fresh blood so you were around here somewhere. He meticulously eyed every few point above seeing if anyone was trying to get the drop on him before he continued following the trail of blood. He found you leaning against the wall weakly holding your knifes as they were slowly falling out of your fingers and the body discarded on the floor next to you.

"I forgot how much I really hate people," you whispered the knifes finally falling out of your grasp and your butt hitting the ground.

"Aint'chu deadly lil lady, drugged 'nd still won," he said impressively watching your hands fumble for the knifes wiping them off on the man's clothes before tucking them back into your sleeves.

"I think... it's time for nap," your body's adrenaline rush finally ending succumbing to whatever was in the injector.

"Brin' da ship, I found 'er."

"Yes, Mr. Bane."

Bane hauled you on before looking over the body, no evidence, no sign of anything that would give him a clue. He scoffed and walked back on board taking you to the bed station to sleep whatever it was off. Bane quickly hooked up the warm.. cooling mammal and he forced his hands to work faster hissing when the read up came revealing a poison. He hauled the equipment and her into the heating room to try keep her alive as Todo flew them to the nearest medical station. He grabbed her com noticing a new message from an unknown device, he opened it and saw the message, "Next time." He flicked another toothpick into his mouth as he watched clammy sweat break out over your body, he attempted to turn down the heat when he faintly felt you grab one of his fingers.

"Turn it up," you breathed.

"Ain't gonna do dat, ya warm bloods ain't meant for heat."

"Heat negates the poison, need heat," you barely got out the dizziness causing your eyes to reel back and close.

Against his better judgement he turned up the heat. Weak lil mammals, so tender and easy to hurt. Slowly your color started returning but remained unconscious. His hand touched your arm watching you fly forward staring at his hand.

"Freeezing," your teeth chattered but he could feel the sweat breaking out across your skin.

He pulled his hand back but you placed them on your face, "Poison done?" He felt you nod and he removed one hand to shut the heat off watching you relax. You were boiling under his touch, "Cookin' alive, warn'd ya warm blood."

"Rather die from heat then poison," you gridded out trying to stand up but your legs failing.

"Room won' open til it cools in here," Bane removed his coat, vest and pants leaving him in a tank top and shorts "Ya brain betta be worth it," he hissed climbing into the cot uncomfortably feeling you basically head butt his chest to look your head, "How'd ya know about the poison?"

"One of the plants from Vossos. My mouth tasted like dirt, educated guess."

"Ya could'a been wrong."

"I am seldom wrong," you offered subconsciously moving a little closer to him, "Thanks for being my ice pack."

"Whuttunt 'bout to have ya die before ya could make ma credits," Bane paused playing with his toothpick, "Why're ya gonna let that Duros bite ya?"

"Testing my pain tolerance, wondering how long his scent would be in the mark, how far is the tracking range, if it would mask part of my scent," you paused grabbed the disk thankful it wasn't damaged, "At least this should have some of the answers."

"Why da interest in my species?"

"The more I know about you, your species, your behavior and reactions the more I can be of assistance. If I am to be joining you for who knows how long then it would help."

"Why'd ya not just me?"

"You seem to just ooze answers," you said sarcastically.

"One rotation, 'cross town or two, no, makes it stronga," he huffed out.

"Was that so hard?"

"Woman.." he growled his lip twitching.

"Fine. Are you aware the room has been cool for a few minutes," hastily he removed himself from you adjusting his clothing back together, "I was not complaining just making an observation," finally able to sit up, your head started swimming and you laid back down grabbing the chart looking at your vitals with a small groans.

"Whats'it?"

"Nothing," you forced yourself to stand up the room spinning, you attempted to walk a straight however your feet kept gently pulling you left, "It will pass."

"Somethin' you ain't tellin' me. Hurry it up, was' it?" Bane could smell it like a brush with death fear from her pores, "Back on da table, don' need you crookin' on me yet."

"Yet, funny," you retorted mockingly getting to the table laying down.

"Need anythin'?" he asked.

"Do you have bacta on board?"

He repeated it back scowling, " 'course I do."

"Bacta, the alcohol, a spoon and a glass," you watched him sunder off to grab the supplies quietly pissed at yourself for letting someone get the drop on you and in the refresher no less how obvious. Obvious. You grabbed your com device seeing the already opened message. Was it to kill me or was to get Bane's attention? You pondered it until he came back.

"I think the person who ordered the attack on me is the same person who paid for the first bounty when we first met," you said taking the supplies from him pouring the bacta into the whiskey wildly stirring it and slamming it back your face wrinkling in disgust.

"How'd ya figure?"

"Poison from the planet you met me on, poisoning the bounty, poison only specifically known in the book I showed you. Some who was watching us or you specifically... Cad Bane invites random girl on a score and the same girl to a cantina. Shooting the man I was flirting with might have been seen as not an innocent gesture. All of it seems coincidental," you said feeling the Bacta finally starting to scrub you from the inside.

"Ya got a point," he mumbled putting a fresh toothpick in mouth and adjust his hat, his finger tips one by one drumming on his hip.

"Let's continue with the job at hand, 'Next time' suggest they are going to try again however this time I will be more prepared... which is what they will be anticipating. Hmm. A dilemma."

"Ya think to much," he said trying to distract himself from how hot you looked when thinking.

"What is it?" you asked noticing him staring at you.

Whether it was the hormones raging in his system or his own interest in you he walked up and pinned your sitting form between his hands. Both of you under his wide brimmed he offered you his tooth pick. You leaned forward curious about the deeper meaning of it given Todo said he kills people who touches his tooth picks. Curiously you leaned forward watching him lean just the faintest bit forward your lips and his cool skin touching for a moment, a shadow of a kiss.

"Thinkin' it's worth ya time," he said letting out a raspy chuckle pulling back grabbing the supplies.

Your heart felt like it stopped for a moment, the gesture seemed so out of place for a man like him, "Bane, we're you seeing if I was going to kiss you?" you asked. Everything you've read suggested Bane showed he even rivaled Jango Fett as one of the most ruthless and toughest bounty hunters.

"Don' go gehet'n any wrong i'deres 'bout me, if I wanna I woulda."

"Thank you for the toothpick," you opted to say, "You coulda howeva," you said joking repeating his accent standing up to test the effects of the bacta, "Internal bacta would have been preferred but that did a satisfactory job. We can head back to the Cantina, you still need to show me who we're looking for."

Bane snatched the toothpick out of your mouth, "I warned ya not to be messin' round with dis Duros," putting his face infront of your glaring at you with a deep throated growl.

"You shot the one I was interested in, it's only fair  or fair if you find me another one. Finding one short notice wasn't cheap," you hissed squinting back at him.

"Woman, ya playin a dangerous game."

"Bane-" you began to say as Todo came wizzing in.

"Oh my, am I interrupting again? I have a tendency to interrupt during his sexual encounters, often. Mr. Bane we are at the Medical Station however she should get looked out before you two continue this."

"You weren't, I concur about getting looked at," your tone returned to flat indifference as you side stepped the bolero hat wearing cowboy falling Todo to the docking station. The door opened to a small med team waiting, astonished when you were through the door and sat in their chair, "This should be quick," you told Todo, letting them wheel you away.

Bane hadn't moved from the spot when you walked out clumsily but still holding your head held up high. He clenched his jaw teeth exposed when he say Todo come back, "interrupt 'gain 'll be usin you for ship parts."

"Mr. Bane you are just grumpy from your Durosian-"

"Can it," he growled finally collecting himself, "both you are yappin to ma 'bout it."

"It is only natural, your species is attracted to intelligence. Unlike your past lovers she is extremely intelligent-"

Bane gave him a warning shot next to his head finally getting him to quiet. He stalked onto the med bay people hurriedly moving out of his notorious path following your scent to the bed where you were propped up while they ran test on you and let the Bacta do it's job. Unlike your earlier annoyance at him you were back to being jovial intellectual, unabashedly flirting with the male Togrutas nurse.

"You're lucky this one knows her stuff," the male nurse pointed out with a tiny wink, "Smart girl."

"Smar' mouth too," Bane added glaring at him til he left taking a free chair stretching out his legs and crossing them, "Hows'it?"

"No permanent damage, got scolded for drinking Bacta but it was the right call. Just got to wait till this bag empty's and I'm good to go, bill's been taken care off."

"I ain't worried 'bout no dang bill. Ya lucky it did ruin dat precious brain of yas."

"On that I do agree."

"Listen woman 'bout earlier-"

"Not here, never know who's listening," you said finding the unknown message pop up again 'Listen to her,' you showed Bane the message causing him to snarl. Blinked several times you attempted to out think the biological reaction that it caused but the smirk on his face proved he knew. Darting your glance around the room  you didn't notice thing that seemed out of place, nothing electronic besides the machines next to you were buzzing, "Hmm," your hands fondled the comm device your fingers flipped it over and popped it apart studying each component until you find the barely noticeable chip that didn't belong. You ripped it out handing to Bane, "Shoot this and give me yours," Bane teeth bared as he grabbed the tiny chip setting it on the floor tossing you his as he shot it. Taking it apart you found another one in his, he took the chip stomped on it a few times with the heel of his boot before blasting it but then the nurses arrived in a panic, "Apologies, there was a bug. Bill me for the damages."

"I'll squish bugs for you ma'am," the male nurse winked before walking off with the other nurses.

Bane stood up squinting at his retreating figure felling your warm touch against his cool hand, "whuttunt gonna kill him," he lied.

"The look in your face says otherwise, same look you have before you shoot."

"How much ya been studyin' me?"

"Enough to know, Cowboy."

Bane sat down feeling your warmth retreat back to your mammalian body, interlacing your fingers together as you stared at the almost empty bag. Fidgeting he turned up the temperature his heat suit and gloves again to compensate for sudden spike and decline of heat. He watched the nurse with upturned lips letting his fangs be exposed as he came back unhooking you from the machine.

You rolled your eyes at him but allowed it as a substitute to shooting the innocent man. He helped you to your feet checking your balance before handing you a clean bill of health. The moment the door closed on The Justifier Bane shoved you against the wall gently sinking his teeth into your lips until he tasted the warm underneath spill into his mouth. Your fist clenched due to the pain but it was surprisingly pleasurable. The crimson of him bore into you gauging your reaction and his olfactory sense smelling the sweet gush that flooded you. You felt him retract his teeth letting his tongue flicked over the small wounds, a whispered barely noticeable recognizable sound came out of your mouth.

"Were goin' back to the Cantina, if dey try again I'll know were to fin' ya," he said walking off just to hear your footsteps behind him following him to the pilot seat. He watched you bend over him in the chair tilting his hat back feeling your teeth into his lower lip, he growled but you didn't stop. He yanked you into his lap feeling the sudden rush of heat pressing against him, then he tasted it the faint hit of his green in his mouth typically any form of spilling his blood lead to a quick merciless death.

You ran your tongue over the marks committing the taste of him to memory, before giving him a small kiss on the marks but hold on to you firm, "Did you require an analysis of the data?" you asked wiggling but he didn't give.

"Ya the one of da only ones livin to tell da tale, so tell ma," his voice was deeper lustful, the breathing apparatus strained trying to catch up with his breaths.

"Esalacha" you whispered the Durese word for excellent feeling his finger tips dig into you deeper, "It was only fair," you added making a show of the marks on the inside of your bottom lip as you pouted it at him. You listened to the metal hiss of his breathing machine as he practically ripped it off exposing deep sunken cheeks, you hand easily a dozen questions about how it worked given he didn't have a nose so how did he breath? You were lost in thought staring at his cheeks when you felt his lips press against yours forcibly. Focusing on the coolness you pushed against his lips with more force bring your hands to his jaw holding him. The sensation of his was like thousand of sparks ignited into a roaring wild fire. The foreign cool of his skin kept you grounded to the difference between the two of you, mammal and reptile, couple opposites in every sense of the word. Thumbing the recessed curve of his cheek he shoved you back violently making you stand. You blinked rapidity combing over all of the information you had on him and the Duros people leaving you to wonder what you did wrong as nothing sprung forth. You simples nodded retreating from the room not wanting to upset the ill tempered Duros further by asking questions to the cause of his behavior. You hoped up onto your bunk with your book opening it, throwing a knife above Todo's head, "If we haven't landed do not disturb me."

"Bane is requesting your pres-."

"If he needs me he can com me his question or can get me himself if it's important," you said flatly turning the page ignoring the flutter of your heart with the seething of anger coursing through you at his behavior. Logical as it was between the coursing of Duros hormones and being aware you were attractive woman, the hot and cold treatment was rather effective at reminding you to keep him at arms length regardless of how attractive he was. When Todo left you didn't bother to remove the blade leaving it implanted into the wall as a warning incase he came in again. Finally feeling the ship dock again you closed the book hoping down sticking the vibro blade back into the sheath of your sleeve. Peering out the view port you were back on Corellia. As soon as the ramp lowered you were walking off hearing Banes breathing apparatus and footsteps approaching. Hearing the sizzle of fire you turned around seeing Bane's boots flaming him into the air until he landed next to you. You rolled your eyes not nothing to look at his lean up tight form but out of the corner of your eye you noticed he was wearing is hat lower shadowing more of his face.

"No hard feelings," you mumbled giving him a bluff of a genuine smile holding the door of the Cantina open for him.

"Need'sa drink, wan'cha to join me."

"Are you going to talk about earlier?"

"Nah, it woul' be wastin' my breath."

"If that is how you feel then I will respect that," you replied putting on a chipper attitude, "So who are we looking for?"

" 'im" Bane said pointing his toothpick at the man sitting alone in a booth.

Eyes finding the man your jaw dropped, "We're lookin for Hondo?"

"Didn' get da time to say."

You slid into the seat next to Hondo letting Bane take the empty side, "Gorgeous, I was wondering were you two had run off too leaving me here alone with no company."

"Got kidnapped and had to deal with being poisoned, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"Poisoned? Back on your feet already tsk you should be resting but you have always been one of kind tough."

You tapped your skull, "My brains do much my beauty after all," you winked.

"That they do, dangerous combination. I believe you're looking for this," Hondo mumbled sliding the disk across the table to Bane's quick hand sliding it into his pocket sliding credits back across the table at him.

"Now I must insist you keep me company."

"Actually Bane promised me a drink first."

"Don't be hogging this beauty to yourself, Bane. Tsk have fun, if not," Hondo said shrugging, "you owe me a drink on your next vacation."

"Maybe two drinks if you're nice," you teased.

Bane left wordless to the bar counter, "Whiskay two," he said tapping his fingers on the place in front of him watching you slide into the seat next to him.

"Ya an' Hondo a thing?" he asked.

"Hondo? Maker no, not my type, but we're both shameless flirts and there's no harm in it."

"What is ya type?" he asked.

"A man to smart for his own good anything beyond that it doesn't really matter to me."

Both of you turned to stare at each other mutually perceiving it was the same answer. Bane took took his drink sipping on it, woman's making me soft, his lip twitched into his drink as he took another swig.

"Why did you push me off? Do you breath from your cheeks?" You question.

"Ya were actin' soft, I don' do soft."

"You want to see my fire?" You said cocking your head to the side raising with a mischievous smile, “You won’t it if I do.”

“Let’ quit wastin’ time and go,” he growled leaning into your ear his hand going to the slit in your dress letting his long fingers spread wide across your thigh gripping it like he was dangling in the air being held with you as his ropes, “Drat woman,” he flutter smelling how coated your inner warmth was for him, “Betta gehet outta here before I change my min’ “

Swiftly you got up and shoved him into the bar counter by the base of his throat with your nails, “No more games, Bane, yes or no,” you glared, “Just because you’ve charmed your way into most of the ladies here doesn’t mean you will with me. You can’t be the only smart intelligent man in the galaxy.”

He unwrapped finger for his whiskey, “Woman, ya best remove your han’ if ya know what’s good for ya.”

You pressed yourself into him your hand moving to the back of his neck pulling him to your face until you were hovering just centimeters from his thins lips. He broke the distance his teeth grazing the wounds reopening them giving you a deep vocal growl. Your hand vibrated on the back of his neck from the noise, you gave him a soft moan into his mouth slowly removing your hand from his heat suit running down his leathered chest.

He grabbed your hand backwards stirring you towards the door, “Don’ do dat in public again,” he hissed.

“Only in private?” you leered, feeling his free hand go to your throat pushing you back up the ramp.

His tongue flicked over your lips not so gently breaching your mouth feeling every inch of your mouth that he could reach as he continued you push you back threw the ship to the cell room tossing you onto the coat, “if ya play ya cards right this time,” he finally answered tossing off his gloves, breathing device and coat. Smirking over the lust in your eyes looking at him , “Ya smell good,” he purred slowly stalking towards you like the predator he is.

You tried be un-phased by the noise but you couldn’t help the little squirm that made him grin wider. You stared up into his narrowed eyes. His gaze alone pinning you in place even if he wasn’t touching you yet, “Going to keep making me wait, Cowboy?”

“No ma’am,” Bane purred.

[inferno-commander]

*The young cadet makes a face. The blood is everywhere. There's cleaning droids but--

We can get that washed off if you are up to it, Commander.

She points to a basin inside the med centre but waits for @one-desperate-duros to be ready to move first. He looks at her and her brows droop in a sympathetic expression.

The chief is giving her a transfusion now, so there's blood replacing what she lost, alright? She is really tough, you think she's gonna leave you here? That's not the Commander Versio I've heard about.

She leans around him, on her knees on the floor beside him.

Don't you wanna get cleaned up so that when she comes out you can wait with her? I know it's scary, but put your faith in the Commander.

--

Iden is lost in the darkness, in only dreams while the med staff work on her. She is trying to claw her way up from a deep pit.

She can hear voices from the nothingness, she hears screams... She also hears a voice, quiet but insistent that pushes through the chaos.

Climb.

It's deafening but silent at the same time and Iden doesn't know what is going on. She holds to that calm voice when she hears it. She climbs. There's a light at the top of whatever she it clinging to... And she knows she has to reach it.*

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“Del carbón se hacen diamantes” (Hannah Asher x Dean Archer) Chicago Med Fanfic

Desde que ella llegó, él no tenía la menor intención de aceptarla como un miembro “honorable” del equipo de Urgencias. La señora Goodwin la contrató, pero el experimentado cirujano siempre iba a tener sus reservas. Todos son propensos a cometer errores, pero algunas personas nunca dejan de balancearse al borde del abismo. Quizá se debía a que él era muy duro con sus propios errores, quizá se debía a ese urgente sentido del deber que siempre llevaba a cuestas, pero no iba a dejar que la joven doctora Hannah Asher perdiera el camino así de fácil.

Dean Archer fingía llenar los formularios de alta en una de las computadoras frente a Tratamiento 3, dónde Hannah revisaba con su característica dedicación a una paciente.

– Hola, Dean. – La conocida voz de Ethan le hizo volver en sí. Por lo que cerró su sesión y se dio la vuelta para tomar nuevamente su tableta. –¿Qué tal va tu mañana? – El otro médico militar le regaló una de sus sonrisas afables mientras el mayor intentaba ocultar sus verdaderas acciones.

–Bien, supongo. ¿Qué tal la tuya, Ethan? ¿Quieres un café? – Dean miró de reojo hacia donde estaba Hannah, quien ahora cerraba la cortina para iniciar un examen. Exhaló lentamente para relajarse y que fuera menos notorio su nerviosismo.

– Estoy intentando disminuir mi ingesta de cafeína, pero te acompaño. – El jefe de urgencias comenzó a caminar hacia la sala de descanso. – ¿Cómo sigues después de tu pequeño altercado? – Ethan sonrió de medio lado, intentando restarle importancia al asunto aunque genuinamente estaba preocupado por el contrario.

– Me encuentro bien. No tienen que preocuparse más por eso. – El ojiazul tomó la cafetera ya terminada para poder servirse en uno de los vasos de papel. Siguió añadiendo un sobre de azúcar y dos cucharadas de crema.

– Hannah mencionó hace unos días que no podías operar y supuse que podrías necesitar algo de ayuda con los casos o quizá en tu propio tratamiento. – El castaño se recargó contra uno de los estantes, cruzándose de brazos y a la expectativa de lo que pudiera decir el mayor. Pero hubo una larga pausa. – Espero no te lo tomes a mal, después de todo somos colegas y… amigos. – Dean suspiró con pesadez, no estaba de humor para lidiar con este asunto. Alzó una de sus cejas para denotar la molestia que sentía porque de nuevo la joven rubia estaba causando alboroto. Primero le receta una dosis de analgésicos menor a la necesaria, luego lo hace sentir obsoleto y ahora estaba poniendo en evidencia que no podía realizar su trabajo.

– Fue un malentendido nada más. Ella… – El cano doctor bebió su primer trago del oscuro líquido y volvió a recordar que últimamente no estaba odiando tanto a Hannah Asher, sin embargo, aún le creaba cierta incomodidad tener que lidiar con ella. – Ella ya me está ayudando. – Dean se relamió los labios y fingió una sonrisa para acompañar la mentira. – Pero te agradezco, Ethan. Ahora, si me disculpas, tengo que seguir trabajando. – De pronto el café le supo tan amargo como el hecho de tener que pretender que no sentía dolor y que la molestia hacia la obstetra ahora fluctuaba entre la incomodidad y la desconfianza. No estaba seguro de por qué no podía quitársela de la mente desde que habían operado juntos hace apenas unos días. No estaba seguro si podía confiar en ella o no para que lo apoyase en una situación tan problemática como lo es tener que aumentar cada vez más la dosis de las pastillas después de que un paciente drogado le rompiera las costillas y la nariz.

– Doctor Archer, Doctor Halstead. Viene paciente grave, irán a Bagdad. – La voz de Maggie lo hizo volver a la tierra. Dejó el vaso de papel a un lado y se apresuró para recibir a los paramédicos.

– Gregory Mccoy, 35 años. Automóvil contra peatón. Intubamos y canalizamos en el lugar. Fractura expuesta de fémur, controlamos la hemorragia. Presión 90 sobre 60, pulso 120. – La paramédico Courtney relataba conforme empujaba la camilla hacia la sala de trauma correspondiente.

–Bien, vamos a transferir a mi cuenta. 1… 2… 3… – Todo el grupo pasó al hombre inconsciente de la camilla a la cama ya instalada en el hospital y las enfermeras comenzaron a conectarlo a los monitores y a despojarlo de su vestimenta. – Necesito rayos equis. – Añadió Dean mientras abría sus párpados para verificar la actividad cerebral. –Pupilas reactivas. –

–Es un milagro. Sonido de respiración bilateral. – Añadió el pelirrojo y enseguida tuvieron que hacerse a un lado para que se acercara el técnico de rayos equis. – Atrás…– Todos dejaron que Mike tomara la radiografía, que enseguida apareció en la pantalla. – Tres costillas rotas. – Dean hizo una mueca de empatía.

–Hay que hacer un escaneo rápido para descartar hemorragia interna. – El más joven de los médicos asiente y acerca el aparato para realizar el examen ante las indicaciones de su superior. – Al parecer tiene una laceración de hígado. Doris, avisa a quirófano, hay que intentar resolver eso antes de seguir con sus fracturas. –

– Enseguida. – La enfermera asiente y sale de inmediato para informar a Maggie sobre los pasos a seguir. –

–¿Necesitará asistencia? Hannah mencionó que… – Empezó a expresar el pelirrojo y por mucho que Dean quisiera decir que no, sabía que no podía arriesgarse.

– Claro. Prepárese, doctor Halstead. – No tenía que sonreírle al menor, sabía que él y Hannah no habían sido solo amigos. O al menos esa impresión daban a todo el mundo últimamente. –Vamos a transportarlo y a prepararlo para operación. – Quitó el seguro de las ruedas y avanzó junto al equipo para salir de la sala de trauma. Camino al elevador su mirada se cruzó momentáneamente con Hannah Asher, la rubia parecía desconcertada ya que el jefe de Urgencias tenía sus ojos fijos en ella. ______________________________________________

– ¿Sabes qué le sucede a Dean Archer últimamente? – Preguntó Hannah a la jefa de enfermeras quien estaba como siempre ocupada en la estación de enfermeras.

–No lo sé. Supongo que nadie vuelve a ser el mismo después de ser golpeado con un extintor. – Maggie se encoge de hombros restándole importancia al asunto.

La rubia pasa por alto el chiste de la castaña y aún consternada se acerca un poco más para hablar bajo. – Maggie, me parece que el dolor no le deja hacer su trabajo como es usual. Alguien debería hablar con él. Quizá si lo reportamos a Goodwin…–

–Creo que antes de escalar el asunto, deberíamos intentar hablar con él directamente, Hannah. – La actitud maternal de Maggie sale a flote, tomando con mayor seriedad la conversación. –No creo que debamos empezar con acusaciones…–

–No hablo de acusarlo. Simplemente no sé si Dean Archer realmente escuchará a alguien que no sea su superior. – La rubia suspira y niega con la cabeza. –¿Intentarías hablar con él, Maggie? –

–Hannah, ya lo dijiste. Nadie realmente es tan cercano a él como para…– La mayor se detiene al notar que el doctor Choi pasaba frente a ellas. –Ethan…– Le hace una señal con la cabeza para que se acerque. –¿Intentaste hablar con Dean hoy? –

–Claro. Después de lo que dijo Hannah, creí que lo mejor era abordarlo como en una charla casual y tratar de que me confiara su situación pero… – El pelinegro se encogió de hombros. – … no conseguí que me dijera nada. Dice que todo está bien y que de hecho, ya te había pedido ayuda a ti, Hannah. –

–¿A mí? – La rubia enarcó una ceja y después negó. –No, en lo absoluto, le ofrecí mi ayuda pero la rechazó. – Ethan Choi se cruzó de brazos. –Opino que deberíamos acudir con la señora Goodwin… –

–No, creo que es pronto para reportar a Dean. Todavía hay alguien más indicado para encargarse del asunto. – El médico militar desvía su mirada hacia la jefa de enfermeras. – ¿El doctor Charles está de guardia hoy? –

–Sí, como casi siempre. Pero hoy no lo he visto bajar a consulta. – Respondió Maggie mientras echaba un vistazo a los horarios en la computadora.

–Bueno, yo de hecho iba a pedirle una consulta para mi paciente. Creo que tiene depresión post-parto y me vendría bien una segunda opinión. – Añadió la rubia. –¿Puedes llamarlo, Maggie? Le comentaré el asunto de Dean cuando baje. – El otro par asintió y Maggie alzó el auricular para comunicarse con el psiquiatra.

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Dean Archer se esforzaba para que sus gestos y sus movimientos no pusieran en evidencia el malestar que sentía. Las operaciones podían tardar horas en condiciones normales, pero con dolor, todo el tiempo que estuviera de pie en el quirófano podría ser verdaderamente una tortura. Respiraba lentamente para intentar concentrarse en lo que hacía y nada más.

– Doctor Archer, si está de acuerdo, creo que podría apoyarlo desde este ángulo. Solo indíqueme lo que necesita que haga. – El pelirrojo intentaba no sonar demasiado preocupado, pero por el semblante del mayor, su primer instinto era solicitar el apoyo de otro cirujano en el quirófano híbrido.

– Sujete el cauterizador y ayúdeme a controlar la hemorragia de la laceración. – Dean pasó saliva, no estaba seguro de cómo podría realizar el trabajo hasta el final sin desmayarse del dolor. El tiempo de efectividad de sus pastillas era cada vez menor. – No, así no. El ángulo no está bien. Deme eso. – A final de cuentas, había sido soldado. Necesitaba cumplir con su deber sin importar lo que él estuviera experimentando.

–Su presión está bajando. – El anestesiólogo en turno intentó alertar al cirujano y todos comenzaron a sentir la tensión.

– Doctor Archer, creo que debería solicitar el apoyo del doctor Marcel o…– Will Halstead comenzaba a preocuparse por su paciente y no estaba dispuesto a que lo culparan de no sonar la alarma en el momento adecuado. Siempre había sido de los médicos más rebeldes del Med pero esta situación no era la indicada para eso.

– Guarden silencio y dejen que me concentre. Pinzas… – El mayor no iba a dejar que su carrera se viera mancillada por un dolor de cuerpo. Tenía que hacer lo necesario para salvar a su paciente y si eso requería soportar el terrible dolor que le taladraba los costados, eso haría. El sudor comenzó a aperlar sus sienes y su pulso comenzó a acelerarse mientras su mirada se fijaba en la mesa de operaciones y lo que estaba haciendo.

Will se debatía entre salir corriendo para llamar a Crockett o si intentar hacer algo para ayudar al jefe de Urgencias aun contra su voluntad. Cerró los ojos un momento, anhelando la iluminación del creador.

– Presión estabilizándose. – Al fin Marty hace un anuncio que le devuelve la vida al pelirrojo. Sin embargo, el experimentado cirujano estaba al borde del colapso. – Doctor Halstead, ¿cree que pueda ser capaz de cerrar? – La voz de Dean sonaba un poco más débil, pero al menos lo más difícil había pasado.

– Me parece que sí. Siempre y cuando pueda guiarme, doctor Archer. – El pelirrojo se posicionó a un costado de donde estaba el mayor. – ¿Podrían traer un banco al doctor? – Dean no se resistió esta vez, se encontraba demasiado adolorido para discutir. Asintió al mismo tiempo que daba espacio para trabajar. 

– Aguja y sutura para el doctor Halstead. – Hizo una mueca de decepción. Sentí que muy pronto escucharía la voz de la señora Goodwin reclamándole por su imprudencia. Pasó saliva e intentó concentrarse únicamente en supervisar el trabajo del más joven.

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– Bueno, no me parece una depresión post-parto demasiado grave. Le he recomendado una buena terapeuta para estos casos, así que tengo esperanzas en que pronto vuelva a la normalidad. – El doctor Charles recién salía de Tratamiento tres y daba su reporte a la doctora Asher sobre su diagnóstico sin notarse preocupado en lo más mínimo.

–Muchas gracias, doctor Charles. Es un alivio. – El mayor se acercó a una de las computadoras y comenzó a llenar los formularios correspondientes. La rubia se acercó al psiquiatra y se aseguró de que nadie más a su alrededor escuchara. – Doctor Charles, quería pedirle un favor. –

– Dígame, doctora Asher. – Seguía con la mirada en la computadora mientras daba clics a las casillas correspondientes.

–Se trata de Dean Archer. Me preocupa… Bueno, a varios de nosotros, honestamente. – La menor se aclaró la garganta. – Tengo la impresión de que está pasando por una situación complicada pero no se anima a hablar con nadie al respecto y encima de todo el dolor que siente creo que comienza a afectar su desempeño en el trabajo. Tal vez usted pueda hablar con él…– La rubia se mordió el labio inferior, realmente no estaba del todo convencida de por qué tanta preocupación por el médico que con más dureza la había estado tratando desde que regresó al Med.

–Entiendo, doctora Asher. – Charles le dedicó una de sus sonrisas características al mismo tiempo que se acomodó la armazón de los lentes para tranquilizar a la obstetra. –Hablaré con él e intentaré llegar al fondo de este asunto. ¿De acuerdo? – El psiquiatra cerró su sesión en la computadora y después tomó su tableta para dirigirse a los elevadores.

Sin estar muy segura de por qué, Hannah seguía intranquila. Will entró a la estación de enfermeras e inició sesión en una de las computadoras para seguir llenando el historial de su paciente. –Hola, Hannah. ¿Cómo va el día? – El pelirrojo miró de reojo a la rubia que seguía pensativa.

– Hola. Todo en orden, ¿qué hay de ti? – Volvió en sí y tomó su tableta para disimular con una media sonrisa. –¿Estabas en el quirófano? — Notó que Will todavía tenía la cofia de cirugía.

–Sí, estaba con el Archer. Últimamente parece más gruñón de lo normal, pero tuve que cerrar yo porque él apenas podía estar de pie y…–

–¿Dónde está ahora?- Hannah lo interrumpió con suma preocupación en su expresión.

–Creo que en la sala de descanso. ¿Sabes lo que pasa? – Apenas terminó la primera frase, ella corrió hacia el lugar mencionado. Doris y Will se miraron el uno al otro con desconcierto mientras la gineco obstetra se alejaba.

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Hannah abrió la puerta de la sala de descanso con tal urgencia, que parecía una policía a punto de allanar una casa. –Dean…– Zach, el interno llevó una mano a su pecho para contener el gran susto que le había provocado la mayor. Dando lentas bocanadas de aire, intentó hablar de nuevo. –Zach, disculpa. ¿No has visto al doctor Archer? Me dijeron que estaba aquí y…– La rubia se acercó al contrario para ayudarlo a tomar asiento en la mesa del centro. El castaño negó.

–También… también lo estoy buscando. – Hanna le acercó una botella de agua y él la aceptó con gusto. – Me dijeron que estaba aquí, pero al parecer se acaba de ir. No lo veo desde hace mucho. –

–Perdón por asustarte así, escuché que no se había sentido bien en el quirófano y probablemente debería estar descansando. — La gineco obstetra no podía ocultar más su enorme preocupación por el jefe de Urgencias.

–Bueno, doctora Asher, ya conoce al doctor Archer, no es muy asiduo a tomarse descansos. Es probable que esté detrás de alguna cortina, revisando a un paciente. – Ella se quedó pensativa unos instantes, el menor sin duda tenía razón. Era mucho más lógico suponer que Dean estaba en alguno de los cuartos de tratamiento intentando “arreglarse” a sí mismo.

–Tienes razón, Zach. — Hannah se dirigió a la puerta. –Gracias y de nuevo, lamento haberte asustado. – Al salir nuevamente, se topó con Maggie. –Maggie, ¿hay cuartos de tratamiento desocupados? —

La jefa de enfermeras se quedó pensando unos segundos. – Me parece que se acaba de desocupar el uno. ¿Por qué? — La rubia no le dio oportunidad de terminar su pregunta.

— Si lo encuentra, ¿podría decirle que ya le envié los resultados de los análisis de la señora Jones? – El residente permaneció sentado y la castaña lo fulminó con la mirada.

– ¿Si encuentra a quién? – A Maggie no le gustaba estar al margen de lo que sucedía en su Sala de Urgencias. El menor se encogió de hombros, a juzgar por las acciones de la doctora Asher, no estaba seguro si debía ser discreto respecto a toda la confusión que él también sentía.

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Hannah Asher abrió con sumo cuidado la cortina en esta ocasión. No solo había entendido que quizá estaba actuando de una forma algo descolocada, tampoco quería volver a sorprender a la persona equivocada. Sus ojos brillaron cuando encontró a Dean Archer recostado en la cama, estaba conectado a un monitor y tenía los ojos cerrados. La rubia se acercó a revisar sus signos vitales en el aparato y se esforzó para no perturbarlo.

–Sé que estás ahí, Hannah. – La voz del mayor embelesó sus oídos apenas los alcanzó. Ella sonrió.  –¿No tienes pacientes que atender? –

–Bueno, me parece que estoy viendo a uno ahora mismo. – La rubia se acercó al contrario mientras se acomodaba mejor el estetoscopio y amagó con colocarlo sobre su pecho.

–Oye, oye, ¿qué haces? — El exoficial de la Marina, se incorporó sobre la cama para evitar que la doctora se le acercara aún más. Comenzó a quitarse los electrodos del monitor y fingió que no sentía dolor a la hora de ponerse de pie.

–Will me dijo lo que ocurrió en el quirófano y solo quería asegurarme de que estuvieras bien, es todo. – La menor frunció el ceño sin dejar de mirar a Dean con genuina preocupación y este llegó a sentir culpa por causarle tal reacción, pero la culpa fue opacada de inmediato por el borboteo de unos celos rebeldes que surgieron de la nada. Los ahogó con un pesado suspiro.

–Exageró, no es nada. Solo no dormí bien. –

–No sé, pero no nos solemos conectar a los monitores cuando no dormimos bien. Déjame revisarte… Por favor. – Hannah no había retrocedido y sus enormes ojos azules podían desarmar a Dean en un segundo. Él apenas asintió cuando la contraria ya estaba alzando su filipina, lo cual desató todas las alarmas en su sistema.

–Woah. Al menos invítame un café primero. – Quiso bromear cuando apenas podía dibujar una sonrisa con sus trémulos labios.

–Sin duda los doctores son los peores pacientes. – Hannah por su parte intentaba no mirar demasiado al rostro de su superior, de alguna forma presentía que no tardaría mucho más en perder la batalla y se sentía ridícula porque no había encantos a los cuales sucumbir en este caso, al menos no los convencionales.

Dean bufó, sus miradas se encontraron por unos segundos y él sintió como si le oprimieran el pecho por lo que esbozó una mueca de dolor. La mano de ella sujetaba el extremo del estetoscopio sobre el varonil pecho por debajo de la filipina, pero de pronto con las yemas de los dedos comenzó a rozar la piel y fue como un choque de electricidad para el mayor. Su corazón comenzó a llamarla con urgencia desde la caja torácica. El cano doctor puso la mano sobre la ajena y miró fijamente a la rubia, empleando toda su fuerza de voluntad para no acabar con los pocos centímetros que los separaban y besarla.

–Doctor Archer, la tomografía del señor Jones…– Zach recorrió la cortina y el tiempo volvió a funcionar como siempre. Hannah se apartó de Dean, sintió que no lo había hecho lo suficientemente rápido y ahora todo lo que sentía se notaba en sus mejillas sonrojadas.

–Zach, ¡por un carajo! – El carácter del jefe de Urgencias hizo erupción y el pobre residente retrocedió un par de pasos. De pronto, recordó que ella estaba ahí y asintió, extendiendo su mano hacia el menor. – Déjame ver eso. Eh… Muchas gracias doctora Asher. – La aludida comprendió el mensaje y se apresuró a salir del cuarto, murmurando apenas un “de nada”.

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BENJAMÍN HITES SE CORONA CAMPEÓN DEL GT WORLD CHALLENGE DE EUROPA EN CATEGORÍA SILVER

-El piloto chileno junto a sus compañeros Clemens Schmid y Glenn Van Berlo fueron segundos en la fecha final de la Copa Endurance en Barcelona defendiendo con clase el liderato de la serie.

CRÉDITO FOTOS: Prensa Benja Hites

SANTIAGO / BARCELONA / ESPAÑA / 01 octubre de 2023.- El segundo título de campeón en Europa obtuvo este domingo 1 de octubre el piloto chileno Benjamín Hites (Grasser Racing Team) junto a sus compañeros Clemens Schmid y Glenn Van Berlo, luego de ser segundos en la quinta fecha y final del Campeonato Endurance del GT World Challenge -categoría Silver- en el circuito Barcelona-Catalunya.

Grasser Racing ganó la corona de la Copa Silver con estilo. El equipo austriaco consiguió un doblete con el Lamborghini #58 de Fabrizio Crestani-Gerhard Tweraser-Sam Neary logrando la victoria y el coequipo #85 del chileno Hites, el austríaco Clemens Schmid y el neerlandés Glenn Van Berlo, terminando en la cúspide del campeonato de pilotos en el certamen de resistencia GT3 más duro del mundo. Este fue el primer título del Grasser Racing Team desde que ganó la corona general de resistencia en 2017.

“¡¡¡Somos campeones!!! Ganamos el torneo Silver luego de ser segundos en la competencia que la corrimos con inteligencia porque cuidamos y administramos el autos desde la vuelta número uno sin cometer errores. Pudimos sumar los puntos necesarios para salir campeones. Quiero agradecer al Team Grasser, a todos quienes me han apoyado y a mis auspiciadores Shell-Helix, Clínica Meds, Traverso Chile, Maison-Niche, Xerjoff, Luvv, Mindep-IND, Team Chile y a Fadech. En dos semanas más vamos a cerrar el Campeonato GT Masters de Alemania en Hockenheim donde iremos por el triunfo”, comentó muy feliz el piloto de 24 años.

La carrera en la serie Silver se la adjudicó Crestani-Tweraser-Neary con un total de 3 horas 49 segundos 394 milésimas, seguido de Hites-Clemens-Van Berlo a solo 410 milésimas. Con este resultado, el ranking concluyó con el trío del piloto nacional en la cima y campeones con 116 puntos, seguidos de Sam Dejonghe-Loris Hezemans-Finlay Hutchison (Audi Comtoyou Racing #12) con 100 y de Alex Aka-Pietro Delli Guianti-Lorenzo Patrese (Audi Tresor Attempto Racing) con 87.

Con 54 autos en la pista y partiendo desde la pole position en su categoría, Schmid le entregó el auto a Van Berlo en el 2° lugar, tras una hora de carrera. El Neerlandés hizo lo suyo para transferir el Lamborghini #85 en el mismo puesto (2°). El tercer turno fue para el deportista del Team Chile que cruzó la meta en segunda posición en su categoría y con ello asegurando la segunda corona en un año, ya que en 2022 se consagró campeón del torneo GT Open Internacional de Europa.

Benja Hites se despide de la temporada Endurance 2023 (5 fechas) del GT World Challenge con 3 pole position, 2 triunfos (las 24 Horas de Spa-Francorchamps y Nürburgring), 2 segundos lugares (Paul Ricard y Barcelona-Catalunya) y una segunda corona obtenida en el campeonato de resistencia GT3 más difícil del orbe.

El próximo compromiso del piloto nacional será los días 21 y 22 de octubre en Hockenheim por la sexta fecha y final del Campeonato GT Masters de Alemania.

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hiii angiee 21, 28 and 47 <3

Ciao Giooo <3

21. Obsession from childhood?

Hard to say. Med school has changed the definition of obsession forever for me haha I would say to the old age of 26 sometimes I still try not to step over the lines between tiles when I walk like children do!

28. 5 songs to descrive you

Vienna - Billy Joel, All star - the smash breathe carolina remix, take it easy - eagles, don’t stop me now - queen, fotoricordo - gemelli diversi lol

47. Favourite type of cheese

Any type of cheese. Più duro è meglio è per me (*insert here a disgusted sound for the terrible choice of words haha)

[dainezi]

Dia 20 de janeiro de 2023 as 22:42

Seja lá com quantos anos vc vai ler esse texto,mas nesse exato momento você bebeu uma garrafa de vinho sozinha, está cm seu irmão ao lado dormindo no quanto de vocês e você tem 20 anos e está mais perfeita que cego em tiroteio.

Esse ano não tá sendo muito bom pra vc l, logo no começo do ano já está comprando aviso prévio de um serviço que mais se identificou, está sem saber noque fazer em relação ao seu relacionamento tanto amoroso e tanto familiar,acabou de se declarar e dizer que sente muito pra melhor amiga Qnd tinha 13 anos,vai começar a faculdade de med veterinária dos seus sonhos só que esta com puta medo igual uma garotinha no seu primeiro dia de pré escola. Você. Gabriely. Está. Totalmente. Perdida.nós . Próprios.Pensamentos.

Espero que daqui 5 anos tudo esteja como vc do agora deseja, formada, trabalhando na area, pelos menos noiva, e conhecido pelo menos 2 país diferentes e com um cruzeiro na conta. Não é nada mt difícil mais trabalhando duro pra isso, no final se torna o suficiente mesmo fazendo sozinha. QUE É O QUE VC PRECISA ULTIMAMENTE DE *AMOR PRÓPRIO*

[inferno-commander]

*Mir looks over the Duros with a smile, if she didn't know any better she might have thought he was the injured one for how dead-tired he looked. She squeezed his hands gently, he was in need and she was not about to let him suffer alone.

The comm interrupts the moment and she jolts slightly recognising the General's voice. Commander Suurgav's response is shaky and so Mir decides to speak to @man-with-a-big-cape on behalf of the patient.

General, this is Cadet Darmiri Anascand, I'm currently stationed in medical and I assure you that the Commander is in good hands, I will ensure he rests while awaiting Commander Versio's return from surgery.

She flashed Commander Suurgav a smile, hopefully the General accepted her assistance in this matter. She gestured for the Duros to sit on one of the cots in the med bay.

Come on Commander, let's get you some clean clothes and you can rest here while we wait for Commander Versio, it shouldn't be too much longer.

--

Iden was running -- explosions rattled her to her bones as she kept her head down. Blaster-fire was all around her and all she knew was she had to keep going. She had to move forward.

Debris was falling all around her, the remnants of the Death Star... the bodies of her former friends...

The screaming.

She heard a sound to her right at turned-- Enemy!

She fired twice but froze.

No... no no no!

She ran forward as Shriv fell to his knees. How was he here?! How was this happening?! She held him up, seeing him bleeding out, his blood on her hands... she'd done this... it was her fault.*

*Shriv's brow crinkles in gratitude mixed with sadness, as if he should not be enjoying the hand massage the medic is giving to him when in fact @inferno-commander is in the very next room fighting for her life.

He also thinks to pull his hands away, but it feels too nice, Shriv's shoulders slumping a bit as he relaxes.

"You must have good instincts. My older sister was like that, always seemed to know what to do and when to avoid danger." *

I'm not sso sure. I either have really good instincts, or really terrible ones. Or, maybe what the issue is here is I don't always follow them.

*Shriv does not fight when she examines him, not even having the energy to protest at this point. He glances down to his uniform when she mentions removing the blood-stained jacket. He supposes he should. It needed to be laundered.*

Yeah, OK. *He is about to reach for the zipper when a call from @man-with-a-big-cape comes in through his wrist comm. Lando wants him to go rest, and Shriv wants to, too. But the condition had not been met. Iden was not stable. Not stable enough for Shriv to leave the medbay. He would only leave if Iden herself told him to.*

Neg-negative, General. Iden is in surgery, *he responds, his voice quavering as he hates to be the one to bear the news.* I will not leave until she gives the order.

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[heardatmedschool]

“Life is tough, but an Ortho is tougher than life.”

Why are they like this??

[inferno-commander]

*She's embarrassed. @one-desperate-duros carries her like some child and she feels foolish... And stupid and... And she missed him. His forehead nudges hers and she feels a little better, he had always been so good at that. The last time she had seen him she had been trying to take him to medical... And he freaked out, didn't even want to speak to her! Granted it was only a day or more ago but it felt like weeks.

He tells her not to fight and she looks at him, he looks as exhausted as she feels. Perhaps he needs rest too. He mentions the crash, and asks about Fel, making her reflect on how she got there.*

I ejected at the last moment, and when the Empire were poking around the site, he appeared and helped me take out a squad of Troopers. Got me out of there without questions...

*Doesn't want to tell Shriv that he carried her too.*

And his droid helped with a bascta spray and some stims. I would have been in trouble if I'd stayed there. The Empire would have found me.

*Looks away for a moment then she remembers--*

Are you okay to go to the med bay? You were upset last time...

[palatinvs]

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Recuerdo de [CENSURADO], 12 años. Prospecto.

          Se encuentra de pie al lado de su hermana, quien porta aquella sonrisa ensayada y orgullosa, que madre siempre halaga y le dice que adopte también. No lo hace. Ambos de sus padres sonríen también, pero la que habla es madre. “Estudiará derecho,” comparte con el matrimonio que les acompaña, amigos de sus padres, con una humildad forzada que no sirve, pues procede a compartir el listado de universidades al que apuntan. Ella sabe poco sobre universidades todavía, pero todos los nombres se le hacen conocidos. Quizás algún día ella misma estaría viendo los mismos nombres, presentando su aplicación y esperando el gran sobre. Su hermana tal vez podría ayudarle. Le mira con disimulo, y ella todavía sonríe, segura de sí misma, aires altivos y perfecta postura. El orgullo de madre, sabe que hablan de ella. Algún día, ella sería ella. Tal vez, para ese entonces, también tenga perfeccionada la sonrisa.

Recuerdo de [CENSURADO], 17 años.  Preparación.

         Es fácil despedirse del secundario, aunque echará de menos a sus amigas. Aún no ha perfeccionado la sonrisa, y tiene poco tiempo. ¿Qué sigue ahora? Tiene buenos números para lo que quiera, y un buen expediente, también. Su madre dice que está orgullosa, pero no se ve tanto en su cara, y su padre le ha comprado un ramo de flores.  Quedó de segunda para el valedictorian, aunque es un hecho que tenía mejores calificaciones. Su madre no lo entiende, pero a ella no le molesta, no es importante. Madre recuerda cuando ella, su hermana mayor, habló tras terminar su curso. “Fue tan hermoso,” declara en coreano. “¡Todas sus amigas estaban llorando! Y su profesor, también, ¡cuando era un señor tan duro!” Ella no hizo llorar a ningún profesor, ni lloró ella misma con el discurso de su compañera, pero está contenta con sus resultados. ¿Acaso no debería?  

Recuerdo de [CENSURADO], 17 años. Elección.

        Siempre le gustó escribir y leer, así que elegir una carrera en las letras parecía una buena opción. Los panfletos que eligió, sin embargo, ahora se encuentran en la basura. ¿Qué pasó? Muy parecido a lo de la hermana, dicen. Siempre estarán comparándolas. ¿No era algo que ya sucedía? Las mejores opciones, de acuerdo a madre y padre, son las que ahora se encuentran frente a ella. Aquí tendrás tu brillo propio. Las palabras de su madre se repiten en la cabeza. La imagen de su sonrisa, también. Son palabras dulces, la animan. Pero hay algo. En ese momento no sabe nombrarlo, más tarde se daría cuenta que es inseguridad.  De todos modos, hace una elección, y esa es guiada por las opciones que no se encuentran en la basura.

Recuerdo de [CENSURADO], 18 años. Presión.

        Su hermana ya no se encuentra a su lado, y nunca llegó a perfeccionar la sonrisa. Pero se encuentra nuevamente en casa de los amigos de sus padres, conversando no muy animadamente con el hijo, intentando poner oído en lo que entre los cuatro adultos comentan. La sonrisa de orgullo está, pero siempre es acompañada de algo relacionado a [CENSURADO]. “¡Y ahora nuestra pequeñita estudiosa! Fue aceptada en Colgate para su pre-med, y se volverá una gran médico en el futuro. ¡No caben dudas!” Cuando las miradas se centran en ella por un segundo, no viste la sonrisa de orgullo, ni los aires altivos, como su hermana hizo en su momento. Cabían muchas dudas, demasiadas para contarlas. Había estado investigando… ¿Y si fallaba? ¿Y si no lograba todo lo que debía, y al final del camino la esperaba un precipicio repentino? “No es Columbia, como queríamos, pero bueno. Seguro de todos modos podemos acabar con una cardiocirujana ¡O una cirujana plástica! ¿Se imaginan?” Su madre luce feliz mientras ríe con falsa humildad, y ella intenta reflejar lo mismo en la educada risa que deja escapar. Cae corta.

Recuerdo de [CENSURADO], 20 años.  Error.

        Le queda un par de meses para tomar los MCAT, su madre sigue esperando que entre en una Ivy League, como hizo [CENSURADO]. Pero ella mira el libro frente a ella, oculta en la parte trasera de la ambulancia para que su compañera deje de distraerle con las historias de su vida, leyendo una y otra vez el mismo párrafo. Nada entra. No va mal, cree, y sus prácticas clínicas y la relación con los doctores con los que ha buscado contacto es ideal para alguien que quiere entrar a la escuela de medicina. Pero ese peso en el estómago, la falta de sueño, y al lugar que la lleva su mente indican que no está en el camino que desearía estar recorriendo. Hace un buen acto, sin embargo, pues su madre sigue compartiéndole esas esperanzas, comentándole lo exitosa que será y el gran orgullo que dará a sus padres cuando lo consiga. Una tierna caricia por su cabello lacio y dulces palabras. Yo sé que tú puedes, mi niña inteligente. Una sonrisa maternal se materializa en su cabeza. Ojalá pudiera hacer algo para asegurar que nunca se borre.

Recuerdo de [CENSURADO], 23 años. Fallo.

       Nunca hubo Columbia. ¿Qué interesaba que su escuela estuviera bien posicionada en su área si no era ninguna Columbia? [CENSURADO] tenía su Harvard. El diploma estaba colgado justo encima de la chimenea. Madre nunca le sonreiría con el mismo orgullo, y es una sensación que la pone nauseabunda. Lo ha conversado con el psicólogo: ¿Por qué importa tanto esa sonrisa? Es la muestra, responde ella, no cumplo con sus expectativas, no importa qué tanto digan que es así. Es fácil notarlo. Y si era fácil notarlo cuando todavía era capaz de avanzar, ni se imagina cómo reaccionarán cuando vean que finalmente ha llegado la roca en el camino que fue capaz de atascarla. Dinero malgastado, es lo único que piensa. Seis años y continúa demostrando que no puede escalar la montaña, solo produciendo deudas e infelicidad para todos, con la sola excepción de [CENSURADO].  Sentada esperando el tren, inmovilizada por el peso de sus pensamientos, se pregunta si sería más fácil nunca volver a sus vidas.

[staycalmandhugaclone2]

*Evelyn was tense the entire trek through the massive ship. Her attempt to have a serious discussion with @man-with-a-big-cape had been superseded by his relentless concern for @one-desperate-duros who had, apparently, left without warning, and she was still uncertain what had happened with @a-big-hat. Now, however, she found herself and @crazytookalady being escorted by the sharply dressed, quick stepping man Lando’d briefly introduced as Chief Security Officer Alden before he’d vanished into the maze of halls and rooms. No, not a maze.

The Mon Calamari architecture was evident in the softly rounded corners. She’d been on countless ships of similar, albeit smaller design. Even in just the walk from the hangers to their new quarters, she readily noted parallels in the layout, comforted in the certainty that it wouldn’t take long to familiarize herself with the monstrous cruiser.

Still, it wasn’t the newness of the ship that left the nerves coiling in her gut and pinned her shoulders back beneath taut muscles. She was a combat medic. Her place was in the field amidst gunfire and the chaos of warfare. Many years had passed since her rotations in an actual hospital.

That was only one of the things she’d hoped to discuss with the rebel general prior to arriving, but, after Shriv left, everything happened so quickly, there simply hadn’t been time. She’d just changed back into her familiar jumpsuit, the telltale healer emblem proudly marking each shoulder, as they landed, sneaking the borrowed cape back into Lando’s closet as he piloted them into the hanger. She was a medic first. Anything beyond that, anything between herself and the General was irrelevant to the soldiers and civilians alike roaming the halls. The last thing she needed was for potential patients to doubt her abilities beneath the assumption that she’d slept her way aboard and into a comfortable role beyond her capabilities.

Resigned to delay her discussion with Lando until he’d caught up with his responsibilities, Evelyn spent mere moments in the extravagant room before returning to the hall, pausing only briefly at Rose’s door.*

Hey, I’m going to check out their med facilities. I’ll be back later.

*With that, she took off through the winding corridors, occasionally checking with passerby’s to ensure she was going in the correct direction. The appearance of the pristine hospital nearly gave her pause. It looked like something out of a pamphlet encouraging the wealthy to trust their well-being and credits to them solely because of the immaculate glass walls and crisply dressed staff. Those pretty white gowns wouldn’t last seconds in the field, but they weren’t in the field, and she felt the threat of embarrassment try to cause her stride to falter.

Shoulders pulled back and head held eyes, she caught the eyes of a worker and purposefully approached them.*

Pleasure to meet you. *She greeted formally.* I imagine he hasn’t had time to notify your facilities yet, but I’m Evelyn Thais – a field medic General Calrissian recruited to give you guys a hand. Would you mind giving me a brief tour?

[universallywonderlandsublime]

Festivals and Gatherings in Amarillo: Celebrate Regional Lifestyle

Amarillo, Texas is a vibrant city that truly comes alive with its festivals and events. From music festivals to cultural celebrations, there is always something exciting happening in Amarillo. These events not only showcase the local Affordable laser hair removal culture but also provide an opportunity for residents and visitors to come together and have a great time. Whether you're a music lover, a foodie, or someone who simply enjoys immersing themselves in local traditions, Amarillo's festivals and events are sure to leave you with lasting memories.

Discover Amarillo: Top Attractions

Before diving into the world of festivals and events in Amarillo, it's important to explore the city's top attractions. Amarillo has no shortage of incredible sights to see and experiences to enjoy. The following are some must-visit attractions that will give you a taste of what this city has to offer:

Palo Duro Canyon State Park - Known as the "Grand Canyon of Texas," this stunning park offers breathtaking views, hiking trails, camping spots, and even live performances at the outdoor amphitheater.

Cadillac Ranch - A unique art installation featuring ten Cadillacs buried nose-first in the ground. Visitors are encouraged to bring their own spray paint and leave their mark on this iconic landmark.

Big Texan Steak Ranch - This legendary restaurant is famous for its 72-ounce steak challenge. If you can finish the entire meal in under an hour, it's on the house!

American Quarter Horse Hall of Fame & Museum - Discover the fascinating history of America's most popular horse breed through interactive exhibits and displays.

Wonderland Amusement Park - A family-friendly amusement park with thrilling rides, water slides, mini-golf, go-karts, and more.

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After exploring Amarillo's top attractions, you're bound to work up an appetite. Luckily, the city is home to some incredible restaurants that cater to all taste buds. Whether you're craving classic Tex-Mex cuisine or looking to indulge in mouthwatering barbecue, Amarillo has got you covered. Here are a few of the best restaurants in town:

The Big Texan Steak Ranch - As mentioned earlier, this restaurant is famous for its massive steaks. If you're up for the challenge, give the 72-ounce steak a try.

Blue Sky - A trendy downtown eatery known for its creative dishes and upscale atmosphere.

Tyler's Barbeque - Serving up tender and flavorful barbecue classics like brisket, ribs, and pulled pork.

Coyote Bluff Cafe - This local favorite is renowned for its juicy burgers and diverse selection of toppings.

El Bracero - A family-friendly Mexican restaurant offering delicious meals made from fresh ingredients and authentic recipes.

Amarillo's Hidden Gems

While Amarillo may not be as widely recognized as some other Texas cities, it is home to several hidden gems that are worth exploring. These lesser-known attractions provide a unique glimpse into the local culture and offer a more intimate experience. Here are a few hidden gems in Amarillo that you shouldn't miss:

Jack Sisemore Traveland RV Museum - Step back in time and explore a collection of vintage RVs dating back to the 1930s.

Kwahadi Museum of the American Indian - Learn about Native American history and cult

[roguish-gallery]

Rogues + Dealing with a Cold

Guess who’s sick??? me!!!! anyways here y’all go

Bane:

Doesn’t take meds, and insists he can sweat it out. That’s how he did it back in Pena Duro, and that’s how he’ll do it now

Doesn’t get a lot of visible side-effects, other than a stuffy nose.

His solution to getting better is to drink an entire jug of water, hibernate for half of the day. Wash, rinse, repeat for as long as it takes to get better.

Catwoman:

Tries to be responsible, and takes a nyquil to sleep it off.

She hates getting colds- she gets really bad shivers, and her hair gets greasy. If she has to be sick, she wants to be asleep for most of it.

Her cats always know when she’s sick, so they like to cuddle with her until she gets better. It’s the only time they’ll all get along with each other

Harley Quinn:

She’ll take any medication that’s bubblegum flavored. That’s her only requirement

Otherwise? She’s a mess. She gets those loud fuckin dad-sneezes that’ll wake up the entire house. 

Her ears get super congested and she can’t hear fuckin anything. Speak up bro.

Joker:

LMAOOOO HE LOST HIS VOICE HE CANT TALK ANYMORE

Killer Croc:

Tbh Waylon doesn’t get colds that often?

He gets REALLY bad aches and shivers. He gets really lethargic and wants to lay down

He really likes taking hot showers to help.

Mad Hatter:

Pwease… here is ten dollars… go to the CVS and buy him a tub of vaporub… he is so congested… he despises the taste of the liquid cold medication, so he mostly sticks with the rubs and the pills

Oooohhhh….. Would you be a dear and fetch him that blanket over there? Thank you…

Please do not bake him cookies, he cannot taste them and that will only make him more upset.

Penguin:

Oswald doesn’t get sick super often but when he does its BAD. he easily gets the worst colds and flus out of the rogues. Gets every symptom. Batman-returns-sewer-rat-green-drool-looking-ass

He was really sickly as a kid, so he’s kind of grown used to getting coddled whenever he gets ill. He hates it, but he gets really whiny and disheveled whenever he’s come down with something.

Tbh it’s just best to leave some soup on his porch and give him a week to recover because Oz is 100% NOT IN THE MOOD for ANYTHING.

Poison Ivy:

I don’t… think she gets colds? She takes good care of her body anyways

Riddler:

Ed gets really lightheaded and dizzy whenever he gets sick. 

Someone will HAVE to fetch him the right meds because he’ll end up taking the drowsy medication in the daytime and he’ll be a zombie for the rest of the day

Sick?? He’s not sick he is the PINNACLE OF HEALTH what the fuck are you talking abo- *hacks up a shitton of phlegm and sneezes so hard he pisses himself a lil*

Scarecrow:

I’m divided… Jon either has a god-tier immunity to catching colds because he’s a teacher, or he’s super susceptible to getting sick because he’s a cranky old man who puts himself through an insane amount of stress. I will leave it up to yall.

He didn’t have the luxury of getting medicine for his colds as a kid, so he’s used to roughing it out.

All of his remaining strength is used to put on some pants, get groceries at Target, and make the most powerful fucking soup ever concocted. He bounces back by the next day.

Two-Face:

DAD SNEEZES HOLY SHIT

He’s also the kinda guy who tries to push through a cold and be productive. He’ll take a dayquil and just hope for the best. shows up to work despite the fact that he can barely stand up.

He gets super forgetful whenever he’s sick. May or may not leave his hideout without putting his pants on