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feverishbangtan · 5 years ago

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Got this lovely request from @mylilsafespace a while ago and finally finished it! I kept it pretty light and it came out short but I hope you like it anyway.

Sickie: Jimin

Caretaker: mainly Yoongi

Word Count: 2863

TW: none

Album preparations meant it's a very busy time for the members.

While the fans were unaware of the hard work during those times due to their inactivity on social media, the boys spent most hours of the day in the studio. Company meetings, endless recording sessions, photoshoots for the album and concept pictures, hours of practicing new dances and filming scenes for the music video.

It was the worst time to get sick. Yet here Jimin was, trying to soothe the ache in his throat and head with sips of water.

"Jimin-ah, I think you should finish early today. We can continue tomorrow," The producer suggested through the speakers so Jimin could hear him inside the booth.

Jimin shook his head, "No, I can cont-" his voice cracked and the singer cleared his throat before he continued talking, "I can continue. I'll try harder!"

Reluctantly, the producer agreed, but not without letting Jimin know that he thought it was a bad idea to strain his throat like that.

The session was cut short anyway when Jimin's voice cracked again while he was singing and no amount of throat-clearing helped. His voice was shot. The only thing leaving his mouth was hoarse whispers that were barely loud enough to hear.

Jimin exited the booth, a deep frown on his face. He was frustrated with the situation. With himself.

"Don't worry about it Jimin-ah. Go home and take care of your throat and we can continue another day. The others still have parts to record as well so we can just switch the schedule around a bit." the producer tried to soothe the younger singer.

Jimin nodded and sent his manager a text to let him know that he was done for the day.

"Are you sure you don’t want to see a doctor? Your voice is important, Jimin-ah." his manager made sure once they stopped in front of the dorm.

Jimin nodded, "Yes, I'll just rest and it'll be fine." he whispered so quietly it was hard to hear.

The manager didn’t look convinced but decided to drop the topic anyway, "alright. Try not to talk to recover quickly. Text me immediately if it gets worse and we'll stay in contact."

They bid their farewells and the manager drove off as soon as Jimin entered the building.

Jimin was tired as he dragged his feet across the polished marble floor to the elevator that would take him to his floor. His head pounded and his throat felt like he tried to swallow shards of glass. Jimin just wanted to sleep.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t the only one home. When he entered the dorm he found Namjoon and Yoongi in the living room.

"Oh," Namjoon looked up from whatever he was doing on his phone, "Jiminie. You're back early."

Jimin plopped down on the couch between his hyungs, letting out a heavy sigh.

Yoongi scrutinized the younger with a sharp look. To him, the discomfort Jimin tried to hide was very visible.

"What’s wrong, Jimin-ah?" he inquired, his deep voice soft and comforting.

With another sigh, Jimin pulled out his phone and typed something before he showed his hyungs his notes.

throat hurts and I lost my voice during recording today The note read.

"You lost your voice?!" Namjoon exclaimed with his eyes wide in shock.

Jimin, with a pout on his face, nodded to confirm it again.

"Does it hurt a lot?" the younger rapper asked, this time calmer.

Again, Jimin nodded. His throat hurt so terribly, even just swallowing was hard.

He let himself fall on his side dramatically, draping his small body over Namjoon's lap and stretching his legs so his toes dug into Yoongi's thigh.

"Aigoo. Poor Jimin-ah." Yoongi cooed quietly as he patted Jimin's leg gently, "Is there anything you need?"

Jimin's voice was croaky when he forced out a small, "no."

The youngest among the three shifted again to curl up between the two rappers. He was tired and his head pounded so maybe a small nap would do him good. Jimin felt someone placing a blanket over his body and a pillow was placed underneath his head gently. He smiled a bit as he drifted off.

Jimin was asleep for a good hour. He was alone in the living room when he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Once awareness returned, he realized that his head didn’t hurt as much anymore but his throat didn’t feel better at all. It was burning as if he swallowed hot charcoal and it felt like it was swollen.

Jimin could hear quiet voices from the kitchen and when Jimin was sick, he craved comfort. So he got up and slowly dragged his tired feet into the kitchen where Namjoon and Yoongi were.

"Jiminie-yah, you woke up." Yoongi noted, "Are you feeling better?"

Jimin wrapped his arms around the older rapper, surprising him, even though he probably should have expected that. Jimin always wanted hugs and physical comfort when he didn’t feel well.

Yoongi reciprocated the hug, pulling the younger closer before he loosened the embrace. He guided Jimin toward the barstools at the counter so he could sit down.

"I found lozenges while you were sleeping. They might help with the sore throat." Namjoon put the box on the counter for Jimin to take.

Jimin's mouth watered with the bonbon in it. It was probably meant to do that to keep the throat hydrated but it forced him to swallow more often and that was painful. So, after a short while, he got up to spit it into the trash can.

"Hurts..." He whimpered hoarsely when his hyungs looked at him in confusion.

Yoongi frowned and told him to sit back down on the barstool, "let me take a look at your throat."

He used the light on his phone to see the back of Jimin's throat properly. And sure enough, his tonsils looked swollen and red with white spots coating them. Yoongi put his phone away and placed the back of his hand on Jimin's forehead, then his cheek.

"You feel warm and your tonsils are swollen." He informed the younger, "I think you should see a doctor."

Jimin shook his head no. He didn’t need a doctor. He just needed rest and he'd be fine in a few days.

Yoongi pursed his lips, ready to argue with the younger but before he could, Namjoon spoke up, "Alright, no doctor. Yet. But if it gets worse or you don't get better you need to go. Okay?"

After giving it some thought, Jimin agreed.

"Also, no talking. I don't want you to damage your throat or voice or something." Yoongi ordered and, again, Jimin agreed. Talking hurt and his voice was barely audible anyway. He'd just have to use notes or text messages to communicate with the others until he felt better.

"Now, do you want me to make you ginger lemon tea? That always helps me when I have a sore throat!" Yoongi suggested eagerly, already going on to prepare the water kettle.

"I don’t think ginger lemon tea helps with tonsillitis, Yoongi hyung." Namjoon deadpanned, using his phone to look up remedies that might help his poorly dongsaeng.

Yoongi whined, "you don't know that. Maybe it does help," with a pout on his face.

He ended up making Jimin a cup of tea and, even though it didn’t make the sore throat go away, it was soothing so it was okay.

The three were sitting on the couch, watching a movie Jimin chose when the other members came home one after another. It gradually got louder when the dorm filled with more people but after eating, most of them went to their rooms to do their own thing. Yoongi continued to watch the movie with Jimin but Namjoon left them to work on something.

Seokjin sat down on Jimin's other side after he took a shower. "Yah, Jimin-ah. Producer-nim told me I should record more parts tomorrow because you lost your voice."

Yoongi answered instead of Jimin, "he did. It looks like he has tonsillitis."

"Ahh~ My poor Jimine-yah! Why would you get sick like that?" It almost sounded like Seokjin was scolding him but Jimin knew he wasn’t. He was obviously worried and that was his way of lighting up the mood.

i'm sorry hyung ㅠㅠ Jimin typed into his phone and showed it to the oldest.

Jimin, Seokjin, and Yoongi continued watching movies for a while until it got late.

Seokjin went to bed because he had to get up for an early recording session and Yoongi sent Jimin off to bed, telling him he needed rest.

—

All things considered, Jimin slept quite well during the night. He didn’t feel better than the day before but he didn’t feel worse, either so he counted it a win.

When he got up Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi were in the kitchen, eating breakfast.

"Good morning, hyung." the maknae greeted him tiredly when Jimin joined them.

Hoseok looked up from his phone to take a look at the singer. "How are you, Jimine-yah?" he inquired.

Because he still couldn’t talk, Jimin used his phone to tell them that he didn’t feel worse but his throat still hurt.

"I bet it does. It looked bad yesterday," Yoongi said contemplatively before he got up.

He came back shortly after with some medicine that was labeled to help with sore throats. Yoongi gave it to Jimin, hoping it would help. He didn't eat but he drank the tea Hoseok made for him.

Hoseok and Jungkook had to leave to record some parts as well, while Yoongi stayed home with Jimin.

All of the members had been a bit reluctant to leave, worried about their Jiminie but they couldn’t just stop working and it was only for a few hours. They'd be back in the evening again. They all had the next day off anyway so they could spend that at home together, taking care of their sick member.

Jimin and Yoongi spent most of their day on the living room couch. At first, they played some games and watched more movies but that got boring quickly. So Yoongi decided to get all of his equipment out into the living room to show the younger what he was working on.

"I think... I think your voice would be nice on this one once it's done. Maybe we can record something then?" Yoongi suggested as he showed Jimin one of the pieces he was working on for his second mixtape.

Yoongi always loved Jimin's voice and honestly, he was a bit sad that the singer wasn’t able to use it at the moment.

He also knew that Jimin was upset with himself. Not only was he unable to do anything but rest, but he also felt like he was delaying the recording process. He really wasn’t, the others were able to record a lot of their parts earlier that way. Jimin just had to catch up once he was better but it was fine. They were ahead of their schedule anyway with how hard they were working so there was enough time left for him to record his parts.

Jimin nodded at Yoongi's question. He'd love to be on a song on the mixtape, he liked working with his hyung. He pulled out his phone to type a message for Yoongi.

I wish we could record it right now hyung... i want to go back to work already...

Yoongi sighed, he knew the younger felt that way. "I know, Jimin-ah. But you have to get all better. You can't damage your throat. Your voice is too beautiful so you have to rest!"

Jimin thought Yoongi always knew what to say. He always had the right words for him, telling him what he needed to hear. Always supporting him and encouraging him.

He flung himself into Yoongi's side, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, hyung." he whispered hoarsely.

"You're welcome." Yoongi hugged him back tightly, opting not to comment on the fact that he talked despite the members ordering him not to.

Taehyung was the first one who came back that evening. So while he kept Jimin company and entertained him for a while, Yoongi went to make dinner so the others could eat once they came back home.

"Tomorrow we don't have to work so we can spend the whole day doing nothing together!" Taehyung sounded excited but Jimin wasn't as happy.

It had only been a day and a half but he was already tired of doing nothing. Jimin wanted to work. He wanted to record his parts and learn the new dances. He was so used to working all the time that it felt a bit strange to sit at home and do nothing while the rest went to the studio.

"Stop pouting, Jiminie. It's going to be a fun day when we're all together!" Taehyung cheered, pulling Jimin into his side.

The two spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch. Jimin dozed off after Yoongi gave him some medicine for his throat but he woke up when the remaining members came back.

He snuggled into Taehyung's side, pressing his nose into the younger's shoulder as he moaned. His head ached and his throat felt so raw, so painful.

"Are you awake again, Jiminie?" Taehyung's low voice murmured close to his ear.

Jimin hummed in agreement but didn't open his eyes, his eyelids felt too heavy for that just yet.

He could hear the others joining them on the couch, setting up their Switch games consoles for a game, while loudly discussing the rules.

"Loser has to hand over the controller, that way we all get to play." Seokjin declared.

Finally, Jimin opened his eyes to see them starting Mario Kart. Hoseok smiled warmly at him when he noticed that the younger was awake.

"Jimin-ah, are you feeling better?"

Nodding, he replied quietly, "Yes, hyung."

Hoseok offered him the controller he was holding, "Do you want to play?"

"I'll just watch for now. Maybe later." Jimin whispered and leaned his head back against Taehyung's shoulder.

He watched them for a while and shifted from Taehyung's shoulder to Hoseok's when the younger became a bit too rough during his turn of the game.

A few hours passed like that, the members taking turns and often Jimin would let someone else play in his stead.

Hoseok leaned down to murmur into Jimin's ear, "You should go to bed, Jiminie. You look tired and you need lots of rest, anyway."

Jimin was tired and he knew he needed rest but he didn’t want to leave when the others were having such a good time. He didn’t want to be alone in his cold bed while the members were in the living room, playing games and enjoying themselves together after weeks of hard work.

"I want to stay. Let's all go to bed together later." His voice was still croaky but at least he was able to talk again.

"Hyungs, let's have a sleepover in the living room! We can all sleep here!" Jungkook suggested enthusiastically when he overheard the conversation.

The maknae looked too excited about the idea that no one had the heart to turn him down. They turned the sofa into a bed that could at least fit four of them and Namjoon and Taehyung went to get spare mattresses that they placed on the floor in front of the couch so there was enough space for everyone.

Together they played Uno until they were too tired to continue. Jimin laid in between Taehyung and Yoongi, feeling comfortable and warm in their hold so it was easy to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

—

The next day Jimin felt a lot better. The headache was gone and he didn’t feel as tired anymore. But most importantly, his throat only hurt slightly. When Yoongi looked at it he told him that the swelling went down considerably and that it looked a lot better.

"Still, try to rest your throat as much as possible," Yoongi advised and Jimin mock saluted him, nodding firmly.

Although it was their day off, the members stayed in the dorm to spend the day with Jimin instead of going out. With all of them together, it wasn’t a boring day at all, even though they didn’t do much.

—

"Alright, we're done for today! Thank you Jimin-ah, you did well!" The producer announced through the speakers so Jimin could hear him inside the booth.

Jimin thanked him as well and bowed politely as he exited the recording booth. His smile was bright and happy and it was very obvious that he was happy to be back in the studio.

"It's good that you rested your voice for a few days. It came out a lot better than before." The producer commented, satisfied with the session, "Have a good day. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow we'll finish this song! Have a nice day as well." Jimin bowed again as he left the room, content with his work and happy to be back.

#bts sickfic #sick jimin #sore throat #it's actually tonsillitis #they're all taking care of him tbh

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unholyhelbiglinked · 5 years ago

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Camp Beaverbrook | 020

A/N: Well, that's about it for Camp Beaverbrook. And I must say, I'm super proud of myself for actually sticking with it even if I did go off schedule a little bit. Either way, I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me during this absolutely insane reimagining of classic 80's horror films. You guys are truly amazing and supportive and I'll never forget that.

(Oh, and uhhh I'm going to take a month or two to focus on getting my other stories filled out before I tackle the sequel, but the girl's stories don't' end here. I'll answer any lingering questions you have, just keep your eyes peeled for what happens next. Because we all know final girls don't necessarily stay final girls)

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Chloe Beale had read somewhere that Hospitals were liminal spaces. An area akin to a waiting room, or a train station, even a bus stop across from a cemetery in the middle of New Orleans. A place that was meant for transition. Somewhere no one stopped for too long, heading to the afterlife or simply to the nurses at the front desk who reluctantly handed over discharge papers.

Chloe felt like she would be here forever. There was no second stop for her, instead, there was a dark examination room where she had been separated from the rest of the world. There was a slight hum from the x-ray chart that lit the room in a blue glow. A slight breeze against the robe that she was instructed to put on- they had taken her clothes and stuck them in a little clear baggie. She hugged herself closer against the sterile air.

Parchment paper against the examination table was stuck to her bare skin. She waited for a knock, or simply for the slate wooden door to open. A doctor of a police officer- that’s what she was expecting. Someone to handcuff her or probe at her already stinging injuries. Anything but this stalemate.

She tried to count the number of casualties like sheep with sloppily painted numbers against fleece. There was Jane, Jane who could have gotten lost in the woods but couldn’t have been a simple accident. Then Gail- sweet Gail who had run the camp in her stead for years and years. And Wilkens. A man she didn’t know but felt as if she did, smelling of cigar smoke and spilled blood.

“Ms. Beale?” It was a voice instead of a knock, but the door seemed to creak open immediately after that. She jumped despite knowing that someone would be coming for her. It was the same nurse that was dressed in washed pink scrubs. The one who had given her the robe and looked at her with inept solitude. “Sorry to startle you but, the doctor would like to see you now.”

Chloe nodded and fought back a wince at the pain it caused. She felt stiff, the bruise that wrapped around her skin like a choker was burning hot like a branding iron and she fought the urge to run her fingers over the raw spot.

The doctor seemed to be a woman straight out of med school. Her hair was darkened, almost black under the blue glow. It was thrown up in a messy bun but strands fell evenly into her ghostly stare. Her face was bare of makeup but pretty, a white lab coat over a button-down shirt that was an even forest green. Her nametag read Dr. Mary Saxe.

She had a soft way about her, but not obnoxiously so like the bubblegum nurse who had tried her best to make Chloe feel at ease. It didn’t work so well, but this woman had a presence around her. An authority that was otherwise unmatched.

“I don’t want you to speak, okay? Not before I can take a look at your wounds.”

Chloe didn’t do anything this time. She didn’t answer or nod. Instead, she just watched the woman wet her hands under the sink and slide on a pair of purple nylon gloves. She didn’t bother pulling up a seat, instead, she stood right in front of the young girl, eyes hard and focused.

She couldn’t’ help the sharp inhale that filled her lungs as Dr. Saxe made the first contact. She traced the ring of clotted blood with delicacy before applying certain pressure beneath where Chloe thought here tonsils were. Before she got her tonsils removed as a kid, a lot of other doctors poked around there too. This time it brought tears to her eyes and she felt a certain heir of embarrassment, to choose now to cry. To break over a soreness rather than when the actual cord wrapped around her throat.

“Right,” The doctor seemed unphased. “I’m going to need to do some x-rays, make sure nothing got crushed or fractured. Amy here is going to get some pain medication and that should stop the discomfort.”

Dr. Mary Saxe did something unexpected then, she put her hand on Chloe’s shoulder. Maybe in an attempt of comfort or to get the girl to focus on something other than the tears that dripped off her chin and soaked into the ugly turquoise gown she wore. “Chloe, we’re going to catch the guy who did this, alright? You’re safe here. I don’t want you to believe otherwise.”

Chloe knit her eyebrows together, staring at the stressed features of the stranger in front of her. The woman who had such intense focus. The one who still had her hand on her shoulder and her eyes level. She mustered the courage to speak- much against the woman’s orders.

“He’s… dead.”

A flash of horror shifted to understanding in a moments time, she nodded her head, squeezing Chloe’s shoulder. Did she know? Had Chloe been the only one not to give a statement in the nightmare that took place over these last few weeks? She had a feeling that all four of them had been separated for a reason- Dr. Mary Saxe turning to leave before Chloe grasped onto the fabric of her lab coat.

“Emily?”

“Your friend.” She responded, eyes flashing down to the death grip Chloe held. “She’s lost a lot of blood. The shrapnel split an artery and we stitched it up as well as we could, but we had to put her in a medically induced coma. It’s up to her to wake up now.”

It was Chloe’s turn to nod and think, her stare focused on the cross-sections that the tiled floor created. She heard the door open and shut and acknowledged the presence of the nurse who handed over a Dixie cup of water and a little orange pill. It burned on the way down.

Beca Mitchell was slumped against a chair in a way her father would call despicable. Her back was touching the wall through the open design and her legs were spread against blue scrubs that were too big on her. A sickeningly gross blue that made her look pale, her bare feet cold against the tile floor.

They let her take a shower.

She made one of the orderlies sit on the toilet seat while it filled up with a toxic mist, heavy and hard to breathe through. The woman made small talk with her about the weather and how it was unseasonably cold for this time of the year before moving into the topic of her newborn grandbaby. Beca had allowed herself to focus on her soothing words as she stared up at the stream of water, refusing to blink, watching as the muck and blood washed down the drain. Her chest ached.

Beca stared blankly at the floor in the hallway. She hadn’t looked up as the food cart passed, or when another nurse handed her a Dixie cup with a little orange pill. She tipped her head back and swallowed it and crushed the frail paper between her fingers.

The girl didn’t glance up with the chair next to her suddenly became occupied with another. Instead, she stared, stared at nothing in particular and thought about the throbbing in her nose and the throbbing in her heart. She had shot someone- nonfatally.

“What if you’re right?” She finally whispered, “About me being a terrible person. About it being in my blood.”

Aubrey Posen drew in a calculated breath. She had on her own set of scrubs, the cut on her hairline had been stitched cleanly and was coated in a thick smelling medicine to quell the pain. Her arms were bruised, and her hair was wet- thrown into a dark ponytail. Despite her injuries, she sat up straight.

Beca sniffed and turned to face the girl completely. “We learned about Aristotle in summer school. How he thought people were born amoral- not good or bad. It’s something that’s learned over time and cultivated and” She took a shaky breath. “What if I was just born bad, and that’s what made it so easy for me to shoot Jesse?”

“That theory has been argued amongst centuries, It’s not even-“She got ahead of herself, stilling her thoughts. “It was easy for you to pull the trigger because someone you cared about was in danger. You weighed the options and no matter what, you didn’t fire the killing shot. Don’t blame yourself for helping us live.”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself?” Beca’s voice was watery. Aubrey grimaced and looked away. “About what happened in the car? That you did what you did because Emily was going to die if we hadn’t of driven away?”

They returned themselves to the quiet that wasn’t quite silence. Aubrey slumped in her seat and tapped her fingers against the armrest. The phones rang at the reception desk a few corridors down. The machines beeped in unison and a man with an awful cough hacked up his second lung for the night.

Then there was the sound of loafers tapping against the linoleum and Beca’s Chest seized. She wasn’t sure if all people in law enforcement were required to wear the same type of shoes or if there was a convention every year under big-top tents to purchase them. He walked with vigor and purpose.

Detective Luis Desmond, Beca remembered. She had seen him more than once at her hearings, his suits always pressed neatly and his hair cut close to the scalp. His dark skin popped against the lavender tie he wore, opting out of the blazer jacket that hugged his frame in court. Wilkens and Desmond shared cigars as they leaned against the car that was wrapped in neon tape at this point.

Beca pushed herself up in her seat and ignored the discomfort it created as the scrubs rolled up against her skin. Desmond didn’t say a word as he sat across from the two girls who cast a wary glance between one another before returning their attention to him.

“Well, girls, I’m going to be frank with you. None of this looks good.” He formed his fingers into a teepee and leaned forward against his knees. It made his pant legs ride up and expose his black socks, but not quite far enough to show his ankles. “We have a dead camp director, a dead federal agent, a body burned beyond recognition and one with an arrow expertly shoved into his throat.”

“We told you everything we know.”

“I’m not finished yet.” He said sternly. “There’s a blown-up shed, a dead little girl with parents who just want answers, and a sizeable dent in a car that you stole.”

There was enough quiet that followed to inform them that he was done now. Beca didn’t’ think it a good idea to mention that it wasn’t technically grand theft auto if the man who held the title was gutted like a fish. She also didn’t’ find it the right time to disclose the fact that she was about to lose the rest of the lake water in her stomach all over those nice leather loafers.

“We’ve called your parents, and then your guardians. They’re all on the way.” Desmond said with a slight twinge in his voice before he stood. “I’ll advise the four of you not to leave town in the following months. It was nice to see you again, Rebeca.”

“Pleasure.” She croaked out, giving a halfhearted wave. He walked back the way he came, and they watched with laser focus before he pushed through the double doors and vanished completely.

“He’s just trying to scare us.” Aubrey exhaled in a shaky breath.

“Yeah, it fucking worked.” Beca slumped further in her chair until she could feel the cold air against exposed skin again, her eyes trained on a little dip in the floor in a space that seemed entirely too liminal.

#Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #bechloe #bechloe fic rec #bechloe fanfiction #junksen #junksen fanfic #Emily Junk #Aubrey Posen #summer camp au #Camp AU #fanfiction #Pitch Perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction

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sugarsnap-caely · 7 years ago

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Das Gebrochen Arzt (The Broken Doctor): Chapter 2

Schneep clipped the name tag onto his white doctor’s coat as he walked towards the hospital. He nodded his head to a co-worker who was walking in, giving a friendly good morning. When he opened the doors he took in the familiar scent of antibiotics, bleach, and medicine. He picked up his clipboard as he walked through the door to the lounge.

He smiled at his fellow co-workers, some were familiar but he did not really know them on a personal level. However, as he walked past a group of students he spotted Suzi.

Suzi was a good friend of his, someone he could have a cup of coffee with and chat about life.

“Hello Suzi,” He said as he walked up to her.

“Hello Henrik,” she gave him a bright smile, “how was your day off?”

“Good, it vas very good! I got to spend some quality time vis my daughter. How vere your students yesterday?”

“They were fine, one of them kept messing around though so I called him out on it.” She chuckled, “After that he didn't make any smartass remarks again.”

He snickered, “You have alvays been good at srowing people’s bullshit back in zeir faces.”

She gave him a friendly shove on his shoulder, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

They both smiled at each other as she walked away to work on a patient. His first patient’s appointment was not scheduled to start for a few minutes so he decided to kill some time in the lounge. As he walked towards the coffee machine though he spotted a man who was leaning against the counter, talking to a few female co-workers. It was Jeff.

He didn't like Jeff. Jeff was an asshole. But everyone has to deal with assholes so he learned to work with him. Most of the time.

“Oh hey Schnipplestin, looks like you're back.”

He gave a sigh, “I vas only gone a day, and for zee last time it is Scheeplestein…Jiff.”

“Well, as I was just telling these lovely ladies here, I happened to save a child’s life yesterday…”

Schneep looked at the girls, they did not look like they were interested in what he was saying, as anyone with any sense would of course. He turned back to Jeff, and gave him a very deadpan look, “It’s our job to save people, Jeff.” With that he walked away, scratching at his neck.

He walked into the room, and smiled at a girl sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, swinging her legs.

“Hello zere Abigail, how are you today?”

She spoke in a soft voice, “I’m good.”

“And how is your dad doing?”

“Come on man, you saw me only yesterday…” Nearby, sitting in a chair, was Chase.

Schneep chuckled, “I know, I know.”

Chase’s daughter had her tonsils taken out a little over a week ago, and thus needed a check up.

“Let us see how your sroat is doing, alright?”

Abigail nodded, continuing to swing her legs.

He grabbed one of the medical flashlights from the wall, “Open vide please.” He shined the flashlight down her throat, looking for any signs of bleeding or further infection.

“So, how is Marshall doing?” He asked Chase.

“Oh he's doing great, he's at the park with Stacy right now.”

“Zat is great, has Abigail been eating soft foods like I instructed? No acidic-drinks?”

“Yes, Stacy told me that she has been.”

“Zat is excellent. And it appears zat everysing is normal.” As he stepped over to the computer, he suddenly felt very tired.

He stumbled, catching himself on the table. He felt dizzy…

Chase quickly got up from the chair and rushed over to Schneep, “Are you ok?!”

Schneep sat down in the chair, and put his head between his legs. “Yes…yeah I sink so. I must have had my knees locked.”

“Are you sure you're ok?” Chase sat back down in his chair, his voice laced with concern.

Schneep gave small laugh, “I am a doctah Chase…of course I know if I am alright or not.”

He carefully sat back up, rubbing at his eyes before turning to the computer to record Abigail’s results.

He walked down the hall towards the surgery room, talking to the patient as he went. “Now, zere is no need to be vorried, ganglion cyst surgery is not life sreatening. Is zere any music zat you vould like to listen to vhen vee give you zee anesthetic?”

The boy, who was roughly 19 to 20 years old, nodded his head, “Yeah…I umm…I enjoy piano music.”

Schneep smiled, “As do I.”

As they entered the room Schneep nodded to Suzi and merely glanced at Jeff.

They instructed the patient to breathe as the music was put on and his anesthetic was administered.

Once the patient was asleep they got to work. Henrik picked up the scalpel as he made the incision that was marked on the patient’s ankle around the cyst.

Whenever he worked he always managed to get into a groove of some sort. He was always careful and methodical. Sometimes he might even tune out everyone else.

He was starting to pull out the cyst and get to the “root” of it when he heard Suzi’s voice. It sounded…alarmed.

He shook his head as he came back to reality, “Vhat vas zat?”

“Henrik, your nose!”

He was confused until a metallic taste met his tongue, “Oh my god!” He quickly backed up from the patient.

“You have to go, now, don't worry I can take it from here!”

“Sank you Suzi!” He replied as he took off his gloves and mask and left the room to take care of his bleeding nose.

He felt dizzy again as he leaned against the sink in the bathroom. How on earth did he get a nosebleed? The humidity was constantly monitored all over the hospital. God, what if it affected the patient? This was their first surgery and the poor guy had been nervous. Henrik wasn't a psychologist but he didn't want to think of the consequences that any complications with the surgery would have on the patient’s psyche. He looked in the mirror as he took the tissue out of his nose. Well, the good news was the bleeding had finally stopped.

When he walked out of the bathroom he saw Suzi and Jeff down the hall.

“Are you ok?” Suzi inquired, turning towards him.

“Yes, but more importantly is zee patient ok?”

“Yes, yes he's alright. We got the cyst out and he’s being taken back to his room.

He gave a sigh of relief, he would never forgive himself if he had caused a patient harm.

“We should have someone take a look at zee monitor for humidity. Vee do not need anymore incidents like zis.”

“I know, I notified someone and they are getting on that.”

There was a scoff from Jeff, “Maybe you should be more careful.”

Schneep slowly turned to him and frowned, “And maybe you should go and jump off a roof…”

They both stared at him in shock, he had never said anything like that before.

Or had he?

He couldn’t remember, but all he could think of was being at Jack’s place. He was recording a video, pretending to operate on his accountant and…

He couldn't remember.

He shut his eyes, and pressed his fingers to his temples, “I…I need a cup of coffee.”

He walked down the hall to the lounge, he didn't have another patient for a few minutes anyway.

When he stumbled through the doorway to the house he was exhausted. This was normal when he got off of work but something felt off. He still didn't like the way he had told Jeff to go and die. He didn't like him but still…

Robbie stumbled up to him, “Robbie is greeting Schneep…”

Henrik gave him a tired smile, “Hello Robbie…”

The zombie wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him into a hug. Schneep returned the hug, patting him on the back. He didn't realize how much he needed this. “Sank you…”

“It is no problem for Robbie.” The zombie smiled, his milky white eyes practically glowing like the moon. The two of them let go of each other and Robbie trundled off towards the kitchen to probably grab a snack. Henrik decided that he would relax so he sat on the couch and decided to watch something on Netflix.

Eventually, Robbie left the kitchen with some ham and lumbered off to his room leaving Schneep alone. He loved the little family that he had but he did enjoy some time to himself every so often. It was quiet, and allowed him to clear his mind.

He flicked through various shows and movies deciding on what to watch. As he clicked the remote to the right the screen got stuck. Confused, he continued to press the right button. The image on the screen rocketed to the right, as it glitched. Suddenly, the lights flickered for a few minutes.

A unanimous call was heard throughout the house, “Marvin!!”

It was replied with another distant yell, “It wasn't me!!”

Schneep looked left and then right hoping no one would see him on the tv. That was enough television for the night. He shut off the television deciding that he should probably head to sleep. He felt he needed a better night's rest anyway.

And there we have it folks, chapter 2! I apologize for this taking so long to get out there, but here it is now!! ^^

Chapter 1

Totally Legit Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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