#Hospital drama
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marysuehospital · 8 days ago
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Character Bios pt. 1
Marigold Bloom – Hanahaki trope. Pulmonary specialist.
Marigold was born with a Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia (CDH) which weakened her respiratory system to the point where doctors were afraid that the hanahaki flowers would put enough undue strain on her lungs to kill her instantly. Marigold does anything she can to avoid catching hanahaki. She avoids all possible meet cute locations, tries not to form close friendships, and intends to never fall in love to stay alive.
Inspired by the many doctors and surgeons whose hard work let Marigold live an almost normal life, and out of a “know your enemy” mentality so she can more closely study both her conditions, she became a Pulmonary Specialist. Past her wit, sarcasm, and social independence is a phenomenal doctor willing to do whatever keeps her patients alive.  
Elias Frankenstein – Color blind soulmate trope. Pediatrician. Elias wants badly to find his soulmate, not only to gain full color spectrum sight but also to find his forever partner and other half. He is open to falling in love with anyone but knows the only truly lasting romantic relationship will be his soulmate one. Despite this quest he spends most of his time at work around young patients and their parents, aka. Non-potential candidates, and work friends. His friendly energy was even able to melt Marigold’s guarded exterior though she’ll cite the safety in knowing he’s already tied to a soulmate as reason for their friendship.
Dove Sinclair – Unknown trope. Mortician.Dove doesn’t give a shit about other living people's feelings or what they might get squeamish by. She’s an open book and won’t sugar coat anything to the point where most are terrified of her. Good thing the hospital morgue is in the basement so she’s only around if she wants to be.She began her career much later than most, and has real world experience the young adult hospital staff seem to lack. Her only secret is what her trope is, but there's lots of speculation.
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tryingtolivengl · 4 days ago
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giving tumblr a second chance
sooo i'm gonna believe that this thing is like twitter, i didn't get it the first time but then it hit hard...
i'm definitely going to use this to read fics, am i supposed to tag my interests?
i've lately been obsessed over criminal minds and supernatural, and i enjoy sitcoms aswell
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hollywoodoutbreak · 11 days ago
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St. Denis Medical tries to do for hospitals what Abbott Elementary does for schools and The Office does for, well, offices. But, although the show is done in a mockumentary style, David Alan Grier thinks the show goes much deeper than you would expect for a comedy. The emotions the show will elicit, Grier said it will be real, and they could have you laughing and crying at the same time.
St. Denis Medical airs Tuesdays at 8/7c on NBC, and episodes start streaming the following day on Peacock.
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caps-clever-girl · 11 months ago
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we need a greys anatomy show but like. at a vets. i want a team of doctors trying DESPERATELY to make a bionic leg for a leopard gecko while it's vitals are dropping and over the table two of the doctors make up after the year long sex fight they've been having or some ridiculous shit
in the first season finale they have to help a hurt tiger and they're the closest thing to help even thought they aren't at all equipped but derperate times and all that - and then the tiger wakes up
third season finale half the vets blows up or theres a hurricane
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dylvana-v · 1 year ago
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Diary of a Hopeless Romantic
Pt. 1 - …and suddenly there was you
I am not sure what was the start of this drama-like “more or less” romance genre I am experiencing, but somehow it started…
What I do remember is how we met- him and I- or should I rather say how we interacted the first time.
My new job just began and everything was kind of new to me, but just how it always is, you fake all your confidence and act like you carry the world on your shoulders… or is that just me?
I came back from being sick and suddenly my whole work life was resetted again, new computer programme, change of location of the ward I was in charge of… I was overwhelmed but also quite energized to show what I am capable of, so I stepped out of my office, confident and determined (from the outside).
The first impression he must have had was a “who is this kid acting like an adult?”, but much later I realized he was doing the same- faking confidence.
I argued with a doctor about if a patient can or can not go to a different rehab clinic. She wanted the patient to go there, but I was sure she couldn't. Spoiler: I was right. He meddled with me in that exact (also wrong) moment. Timing was horrible, so I kind of told him off and ignored him afterwards.
Perfect first impression he had. And this probably applies to me too.
I kept thinking in a kind of bad way about him. He was just there, a very new doctor, trying whatever to be whatever. I actually did not take him seriously at all, yet now I speak highly of him.
Whatever he did, I kind of ridiculed him. (My bad). But what made me change my mind?
Actually it was me being completely stressed out and annoyed by my work (once more). Now I am not even sure when it was since work really hurt my mental health more than just one time. I sat down on the dirty hospital floor in a not that crowded part- hoping no one would notice me. But he did.
He turned around on his way to either the ward or his office to come over towards me. He called my name, smiling. “Is everything ok?”, he asked and waited for me to just rant about my work being stressful. He then just accepted my “but everything’s going ok” and left, not asking anything, just listening and somehow caring…
And that’s when I started to actually give him a chance. I started to slowly but surely think of him as a person worth a try.
And back then I did not mean it in a romantic kind of way, I meant it professionally. I wanted to watch him grow into being a decent doctor and smiling just because I know I did my tiny little part there.
So now after reviewing the beginning of this story I would retitle the chapter. How about we call it “Why would I waste my time on someone who doesn’t even ask if I am okay?”
I would really have dated less if I asked myself that.
- The hopeless romantic
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fishfrommars · 1 year ago
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Oh no, I'm feeling an emotional state. Guess it's time to rewatch one o them hospital dramas for the fiftieth time
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shannaraisles · 2 years ago
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While You Were Sleeping - Chapter Three
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Read on AO3
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“I’m not engaged,” Inara insisted. “I’ve never even spoken to the man!”
“But downstairs, you said ...” Bethany’s frown went from confused to mildly censuring. “You said you were going to marry him.”
Inara’s mouth dropped open. She couldn’t deny that, she had said it. She just hadn’t expected anyone else to hear it, much less take her literally.
“Oh, nugstuffers .. I was talking to myself,” she admitted, running a hand through her hair once again.
Bethany winced in understanding.
“Well, next time you’re talking to yourself,” she suggested, “tell yourself you’re single and end the conversation.”
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ahhvernin · 1 year ago
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"Well it must be the Red Death." "Nooooo, you IDIOT, its NEVER the Red Death."
"Hanahaki Disease, then?"
"Where did you get your medical degree? What PART of this patient indicates Hanahaki Disease??????"
"Well they did say that their beloved recently lef--"
"Does their bathroom look like the entirety of the Chicago and New York botanical garden got transported by the King Oberon himself and exploded in there?"
"No."
"Then its not Hanahaki Disease!"
The urban fantasy show I actually want to see is a hospital drama with a dedicated wing for supernatural illnesses.
Vampirism. Lycanthropy. Cheap spells gone wrong. A woman brought in for her prenatal has to be told her baby is a lindworm. Someone is literally being followed by the anthropomorphic personification of the Black Death.
Someone somewhere out there is having their perception of the world irreparably shattered by the knowledge that magic is real, and at the other side is a team of doctors who have to roll their eyes and pull out Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales because some high school kid tried to go Carrie with a cheap spellbook and turn all the kids at prom into frogs, and the doctors have to wrangle a couple dozen teenagers into admitting if they have a true love who can break the spell.
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its-time-to-be-silly · 4 months ago
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Idea for a tv show: MURDER Hospital
20 years ago, a grisly murder took place at the hospital. A doctor snapped from stress and hacked up a bunch of staff members. The hospital was in shambles for years, haunted by the spectre of what had happened there. Now, a new administrative team have stepped up to implement reforms to dismantle the toxic work culture that led to the crushing stress that caused the doctor to break.
The story is slow-paced and initially sets out the hospital as a creepy location, steeped in a supernatural oppressiveness caused by the incident, but slowly focus shifts to the stressful, high-control nature of the work life. Slowly policies improve as the new admin team tries things out. There are teething pains when some measures don't work, and the staff as a whole has to work on letting go of dealing with the devil they know.
The show should be very poorly advertised - all the promotional material should make it look like a cheap horror/slasher show that goes through barrels of prop blood and people die every week
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garr9988 · 5 months ago
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Where’s that post about a hospital procedural/medical drama show for furry kinks gone wrong???
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froglover7789 · 17 days ago
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finally watching house md in order instead of whatever random episodes my friends force me to watch and. wow. the mouse bites meme is. so accurate? why is wilson just Always There. "I too am in this episode!" YES DIVA WE KNOW WHY DO YOU KEEP SHOWING UP DONT YOU HAVE THINGS TO DO????
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beholdtheclever-idiot · 2 years ago
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Hi there! I don't know you, you don't know me, to be honest we probably don't care about each others existence. And that's perfect.
I am currently in hospital for the forseeable future and I've been jotting down funny things I've heard and seen as well as my thoughts about this whole process.
So this is basically a disclaimer about whats coming up on my page, if you don't care that's fine because this is purely a cure for boredom and a place to get the thoughts out of my head and out of the notebook.
But if you do care, follow along I guess :)
Happy Sunday ♡
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lunacias · 4 months ago
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(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)
"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."
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gunsatthaphan · 6 months ago
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"I miss... the hospital."
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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 1 month ago
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Friendship 🫰
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dylvana-v · 1 year ago
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Diary of a Hopeless Romantic
Pt. 7 - Somebody not some body
After this drowning Monday, I had a very boring, lifeless Tuesday. Work was dull and I was still feeling lonely. I tried talking to my friends, but since everyone was sick, I also tried to give them some rest.
So who did I have left? Coworkers.
I started annoying my coworkers, and asked them if they needed any help, but this didn’t do much. I was still very bored. My thoughts were running wild, since all I could think of was how to skip Wednesday. So I asked one coworker if he was down to get some coffee.
Since he was busy for a little bit longer, I went to the cafeteria and treated myself to one. It somehow became a ritual to drink something to cool my head down. As a person with anxiety, order is something I really need. Any kind of chaos would cause my inner self to riot.
Just when I let my eyes wander in that hospital’s cafeteria, I saw what I was secretly looking for. Him.
I really needed to muster up any courage I had, to walk up to him and the other doctor he was with and ask if I can sit with them. They happily accepted and I sat down next to E. When I looked over to him, he was smiling brightly. I felt that he was truly happy about me deciding to join them for their lunch break.
He asked about my work day. Told me he has a small thing for me to do, which I was happy about. He asked me about my work life in general, if it’s stressful (since he once asked and it was horrible that time). I told him it is better now and I actually am bored most of the time. They talked about how my assignments to them, filling out documents and stuff is hard for them and I told them I try to help them out already, but that’s actually all I can do for them.
E told me they can be happy to have me then, and we talked about how different my coworkers would treat them. I made fun of him a little by telling him I could change and help them out less, which made him, his coworker and me laugh. He pulled back immediately. As I said, he is fun to tease.
He also asked about my office, since I don’t have to share it yet. Seems like someone is jealous about it (when actually I am just lonely there). He asked me where I live (which city). We talked about how he has friends there and which city around this area we liked the best.
He told me how he thought the social worker that he had to work with would be someone older, but was glad someone this young appeared. And with this we also talked about the “you” incident. As I already mentioned, he was glad it happened.
He asked me about my age and I found out that he is 4 years older than me. And then they had to leave. When the other one was already putting away the tablet, he leaned over a bit while standing up.
“It made me happy that you came over to us.”
And that gave me butterflies, but not just in my stomach, this gave me butterflies all over my soul. It made my soul happy, not anxious or nervous, just happy. Of course that feeling faded, but even now when I think of it again, it just makes me happy.
The way he asked so much, digged deeper into what I said. The way his questions were about the real V and not Work V. The way he told me he was glad I took a step towards him. The way he talked.
I did not feel like some body, some pretty face. I felt like somebody. Like a person.
Because he treated me like I had layers, colors, and textures. It made me feel valued again.
- the hopeless romantic
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