#charlotte injury doctor

[petr1kov]

lmao you guys won't believe what happened to me tonight. my cat charlotte was playing and jumping around as she always does, but she knocked down an iron chair and got one of her little legs crushed under the weight of it (because the little idiot clung down to the chair as it fell instead of jumping out of it). she didn't have any visible injuries, but was crying and limping, so i had to take her to the doctor immediately. sure enough, after a battery of exams and a bunch x-rays, it turns out that the worst possible scenario was real and she (seemingly) irreversibly fractured one of the bones in her knee. she had to be sedated and medicated in order to take these exams and is a bit loopy right now.

so, out of absolutely nowhere, i had to come up with over a 1000 reais total to pay for her stay there at this very night - nearly all of my savings for this month. 929 for the exams, and another 100 or so for medicine, so she won't feel pain while we wait for her to get to an orthopedist. the vet said that she will very likely need surgery or risk healing it wrong, but only the orthopedist can say for sure. i really hope she won't need to do it, for every reason in the world, but we'll see in a few days.

anyway, all of this to say that unfortunately, i must once again ask for your financial help, as currently, i don't have enough money left for me to even pay the orthopedist i'll have to schedule (and definitely not enough for me to live through the rest of the month, regardless). so if you're able to, please consider donating something to my account! and if not, just spreading this post around will be a huge help. thank you! 💞

k0-fi ✨

[coolemmasulivan2]

Rewinding Us | 3

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: You and Mason built a love story over five years, but after an accident, your memories are wiped away, including any feelings for your constant bickering "rival". Can you remember your love story with Mason, or will you have to start all over?

Word count: 3826

You can read more chapters here.

I slip and wonder who I'd be If I never found you and you never found me Well, I don't wanna see

The hospital waiting room was a clean expanse of white, the walls gleaming as if freshly painted. Mason sat on the edge of a blue chair, his leg bouncing nervously. A heavy silence pressed down on him, broken only by the soft voices of nurses and a few others just like him, waiting for their loved ones.

He was alone. The others were already on the plane, on their way home. Charlotte had promised to catch the next flight out as soon as she landed in London, but until then, he was alone and in fear.

His mind raced back to the villa. He ran after you, but you'd always been surprisingly fast, a burst of unexpected energy that often caught him off guard. He remembered the times when you would run away from him, with laughter echoing through the house, often triggered by a harmless joke or the sudden appearance of an unwelcome spider.

The car had appeared out of nowhere. It was as if the world had slowed down. He remembered the shock that froze him in place, the desperate shout that tore from his throat.

Now, alone in the white room, the weight of everything pressed down on him. He should have been faster. He should have protected you.

A voice cut through the room, bringing him back to the present. “Family of Miss Y/l/n?” The doctor, a man with tired eyes, stood in the doorway.

Mason jumped to his feet, his voice hoarse. “How is she? Is she okay?”

The doctor adjusted his glasses. “Miss Y/l/n has sustained multiple injuries, primarily to her leg and arm. She’s currently in surgery to stabilize her condition.”

Relief washed over Mason. “Will she be okay?” His voice trembled slightly.

The doctor nodded. “We’re optimistic about her recovery. The injuries are serious, but she’s young and strong.”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Ahm-- Not long ago, she was involved in a car accident. A drunk driver hit her car and she lost her memory. Can this…?"

"We’ve conducted tests, and thankfully, this accident hasn’t caused any further brain damage.” Mason's heart pounded in his chest. A wave of gratitude washed over Mason. The doctor continued: “We’ll keep you updated on her condition. Someone will inform you as soon as she’s out of surgery.”

Mason nodded and managed a weak smile. “Thank you!”

It was a sunny afternoon, and the air was thick with the sweet scent of jasmine. You and Mason were attending a friend's wedding, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air.

You never used to care about catching the bridal bouquet, but your friends teased you and something sparked inside you. With a burst of unexpected agility, you managed to catch the delicate bouquet of flowers. Cheers erupted from the crowd, but your eyes locked onto Mason's, his expression a mix of amusement as his friends made fun of him.

"Well, well, well!" His friend Toby teased him. "Looks like someone's future is looking bright."

Mason grinned, taking a sip of his champagne. You walked through him, the bouquet clutched triumphantly in your hands, a smirk playing on your lips.

"I think I need a ring on my finger, Mount!" You teased, leaning in to kiss his lips.

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "About that…" he began, his voice trailing off as he reached into his pocket. Your heart pounded in anticipation. "I haven't picked out the perfect one yet." He pulled his hand and it was… empty. "But I promise, it's coming."

Relief washed over you, mixed with a touch of disappointment. You hit his chest playfully. "Don't tease me like that, you idiot!"

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I couldn't resist." He said, his voice soft. "But seriously, I can't wait to make you my wife." He pecked. A blush crept up your cheeks. You'd talked about marriage before, but hearing him say it so openly, with such conviction, made your heart flutter. You leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and loved.

"Don't say that to our moms," you teased, burying your face in his neck to hide your blush. "They'll probably start organizing the wedding the next day."

He chuckled, tightening his arm around you. "Who do you think is helping me find the ring?" He murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

You pulled back to look at him, a playful glare in your eyes. "Stop it. You're trying to embarrass me."

"I'm always trying to embarrass you," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You playfully punched his arm, but couldn't hide the smile that spread across your face. "I can't wait to marry you."

Your eyes felt heavy, refusing to open against the bright light. Your body was a battlefield of pain, and every muscle hurt. A desperate need to call out, to reach for someone, filled you, but your throat was parched.

With a huge effort, you forced your eyelids open. The room was a blur of white, the silence broken only by the steady beep of a machine. Fear and cold ran through your consciousness. You wanted to sleep, to escape the pain and confusion, but a primal instinct to survive kept you tethered to the waking world.

Your eyelids grew heavy once more. With a resigned sigh, you surrendered to sleep, hoping to find peace in the silent depths of your unconsciousness.

"The guy wasn't being friendly with you. He wanted to get in your pants." Mason said, standing before you and Declan.

You were shaking, not from the cold but from anger. Declan sensed it and placed a comforting hand on your back.

"Mase, come on!" Declan said, giving him a warning look.

Mason ran a hand through his hair. "It's true. The guy had his hands practically inside her dress."

That was it. You stood up, your voice trembling. "And what does that matter to you? You're not my boyfriend, we're not even friends, so stop pretending and don't interfere in my life."

Declan gently pulled you away from his best friend. "We're just worried about you! The guy didn't look friendly and the bruise on your wrist confirms that."

You rolled your eyes. "I had everything under control until Mount decided to step in and ruin everything."

Mason let out a frustrated sigh. "I saved you!"

"I don't need you to save me." You retorted.

"Good!" Mason shouted, with his hands in the air. "I don't intend to do it again."

You slowly opened your eyes, and as your vision adjusted, you gazed through the window on your left, realizing it was dark outside. You could hear the soft murmur of voices from the hallway, however, what truly caught you off guard was the fact that you were no longer alone.

Mason was sound asleep in the cosy armchair beside your bed. His hand was propped against his head, holding it up, while his unkempt hair suggested that he had been running his hands through it too many times.

You took another sweeping glance around the room and spotted a plastic cup filled with water. Carefully, you reached out, stretching your arm to grasp it. As your fingers nearly touched the cup, it slipped and tumbled to the ground.

The noise woke Mason up from his nap, and his heart instantly started beating faster, afraid that something had happened. But when he saw that you were awake, he let out a sigh of relief. He stood up and approached your bed.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" You tried to speak, but your throat was too dry for the words to come out. Mason realised and picked up the cup from the floor, throwing it in the trash. "I'll get you another cup. I'll be right back."

He quickly exited the room, only to return a few minutes later with a cup of water in his hand and a doctor right behind him.

"Miss Y/l/n, good to see you awake." The doctor began, his voice laced with professional concern. "How are you feeling? Any pain?” With your throat dry, still no words seemed to want to escape.

Mason stepped in to help when he saw your silent plea. “Here!” He said softly, pressing the cup into your hands. With weak hands, you brought it to your lips and took small sips of the cool water.

After a brief but intense check-up by the doctor, you were left alone with Mason.

Being alone with Mason felt weird. A depth of unspoken words and unanswered questions hung heavy in the air. If only you hadn't run from him, from that kiss, you wouldn't be in the hospital. But it had all been too much.

Mason pulled the armchair closer and sat down. His hand found yours, and a gentle squeeze was all the comfort you needed. "The others landed in London, but Charlotte's already on her way back!" He said, his voice low. You nodded, taking another sip of water. His eyes held worry. "Are you really okay? Do you need anything?"

You shook your head. “I’m fine." You whispered. The moment your gazes met, the weight of his worry seemed to lift. Your eyes drifted to your intertwined hands, his long fingers tracing gentle patterns on your palm. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

His eyes held yours. No more words were needed. “How could I?” He began. "You had no memory of us! Saw me as nothing more than the guy you despised." His gaze fell to the floor. “I thought maybe you’d be better off without me, without the chaos of my life. You never complained, but I could see the stress it had on you. Dealing with the media, the fans—it’s a heavy burden. I wanted to give you a chance at a normal life.”

You looked up at the ceiling, your voice rising slightly. “That was not your choice to make!”

"I know." He whispered, his voice barely audible. "I just wanted to protect you."

A heavy silence settled between you. You squeezed his hand back. "I appreciate it. Believe me, I do." You said softly. "But If I didn't like the life we had I would have told you."

Mason emerged from the kitchen, a saviour with a pizza box in one hand and a mischievous sparkle in his eye. "Pizza break?" He offered, his voice filled with amusement.

"What about your diet?"

Mason shrugged. "I will put in more effort during the next training session." You collapsed onto the sofa, relief washing over you. As you devoured your slice, the cheesy goodness melting in your mouth, Mason leaned in, brushing a stray piece of cheese from your lip with his thumb.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this!" He said, his voice soft.. You looked up at him, your heart full. The house, once empty, was slowly transforming into a home.

"Me neither." You replied, your voice filled with happiness. "It feels surreal."

Mason smiled. "Surreal in a good way, right?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "Definitely!" You took another bite of pizza, savouring the moment. As you finished the last slice, Mason stretched out beside you, his arm draped casually over your shoulder. "I can't wait to make more memories here." You said, your voice filled with joy.

Mason turned his head and looked at you, his eyes soft with affection. Slowly, he leaned in, his breath warm against your lips. You closed your eyes as his lips met yours, a gentle and sweet kiss.

Charlotte entered the room, her eyes red and swollen. Mason followed close behind. You were lost in a drugged sleep, oblivious to the storm of emotions in your best friend.

She sank into the chair beside your bed, her hand immediately reaching out to caress your hair. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Oh my God, why does this always happen to her?" She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "First the drunk driver, and now this!"

Mason leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. "It's been a rough year, that's for sure!" He muttered, his voice barely audible.

Charlotte's gaze snapped to him. Her eyes, filled with concern, held him captive. "Are you okay?"

He offered a weak smile. "I'm fine. Just worried about her."

She knew him too well. "Don't lie to me, Mason." She said softly. "I can see right through you."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping. "It's been a hell of…" He admitted, his voice raw. "What time is it, anyway?"

Charlotte stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She's going to be okay, Mason. We'll wrap her in bubble wrap and keep her safe." A small smile tugged at her lips as she tried to lighten the mood.

Mason chuckled. He pulled her into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head. "I guess we have no choice!"

.

You finally returned to London after spending four days in the hospital. You flew back with Mason and Charlotte, and because your parents were worried about you, you spent the weekend with them.

"Are you going to fly back, or will you catch a ride with Mason?" Your Mom asked you.

Thinking it through, everything was clear now. Living in Manchester, having a big house you couldn't afford with your salary, the lifestyle, the constant attention from people on the street - it was all Mason's.

"Um, Mason said I could go with him." You replied your voice barely a whisper.

Your mom's face lit up with a delighted and conspiratorial grin. Since you told her what happened at the villa, she'd been on an overdrive of matchmaking, talking about how happy she was and about what a good couple you used to be.

"That means you're re-" She began, her voice dripping with excitement.

You cut her off, burying your face in your Dad's shoulder. "That doesn't mean anything!" You protested. Your Dad slyly winked at your Mom across the sofa. "It's just easier and cheaper to go with him. so stop organising our wedding in that little head of yours."

Your Mom's lips curved into a knowing smile. "That's already planned!" She muttered under her breath.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "Did you say something?"

She shook her head, a playful glint in her eye. "Me? No, not at all. Just focus on the show."

Monday morning had the sky in soft hues of pink and gold as Mason pulled up to your parents' house. The familiar sight of the old brick house brought him a wave of nostalgia. He stepped out of the car, a gentle breeze carrying the sweet scent of the morning.

Your mom was waiting for him at the door, her face lightened with a warm smile. "It's so good to see you, Mason!" She exclaimed, pulling him into a hug.

"It's great to see you too." He replied, returning the embrace. Their relationship had always been easy, even during the wild times of your on-and-off hating relationship. "It's good to be back."

Your mom led him inside, the house filled with the comforting aroma of coffee. In the kitchen, your dad was holding his special mug, the one you had made him when you were a kid. "I see some things never change." Mason commented, a smile playing on his lips.

Your dad looked up, his face breaking into a wide grin. "Mason!" He exclaimed, standing up to offer a hearty handshake. "Welcome back, boy."

"Did you have breakfast, Mason?" Your mom asked him.

"Yes, thanks!" He replied, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of you. It wasn't surprising when your mom told him that you were still in bed. You'd always been a non-moring person.

"Why don't you go wake her up?" Your mom suggested.

Mason's heart skipped a beat. "Me?" He stuttered, blushing. "I-I don't think that's a good idea."

Your mom chuckled. "Oh, come on! You've got to win her back, don't you?" She teased. With a gentle push, she directed him towards your room. "Go on, then. Start by waking her up."

"But that's a terrible first step!" He muttered.

Mason hesitated, his mind and heart racing. He knew the best way to wake you up was with soft kisses, but that seemed like a recipe for disaster at this early hour and he would surely get slapped.

The door was slightly open and the sunlight streamed through it. Mason's hand hovered over the handle, his heart pounding in his chest. Before he could knock, the door swung open, revealing you, already dressed and with the luggage in hand.

Surprise flickered across your face. "Mason? What are you doing here?"

He took a moment to drink in your appearance. He didn't know how, but every day you became more breathtaking. "Uh, your mom asked me to wake you up." He stammered, his voice catching in his throat. "But I see you're already awake."

You quickly shut the bedroom door, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah, I had… a nightmare." You explained, clearing your throat. The way you averted your eyes told him the nightmare was about him, but he chose to stay silent, afraid it would cause an argument.

"Let me help you with your suitcase." He offered, trying to change the subject.

"I don't ne--" You hesitated, torn between your pride and being grateful for his help. Finally, you gave in. "Thanks!" You mumbled, handing him the suitcase.

After having breakfast, you and Mason left for a four-hour drive back to Manchester. With the open road stretching before you, the quiet was overwhelming. Your heart was racing. What were you supposed to do for four hours trapped in a car with Mason, alone?

The radio was on and its soft hum filled the car. Traffic was surprisingly light for a Monday. Your eyes wandered around the spacious interior of the car. It was very clean but there were two Starbucks cups, that he had brought. One for you and one for him. A business card from a car dealership, house keys, and a pair of earrings.

Mason must have noticed your curious gaze. "You left those here last time you drove it." He explained.

"I drove this?" You asked him, astonishment filling your tone. The image of yourself behind the wheel of the gigantic car was absurd.

Mason chuckled. "A few times, actually." You stared at him, disbelief written all over my face. "Why so surprised?"

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "I don't imagine myself driving a car like this." You confessed.

"Well, you weren't exactly a natural." He teased. "But hey, we all start somewhere."

Your mouth opened, pretending you were offended. "I'm an amazing driver, Mount!" Mason laughed and you couldn't help but smile. "I just… I like my mini Cooper."

"I know, I know."

An unexpected calm settled over the car. It was a surprisingly comfortable silence. Lost in the calm of the road and the melody of the radio, you found yourself enjoying the ride.

But the desire to break the silence surprised you. Five years was a long time, and curiosity was killing you. I wanted to know what his life had been like, to understand what kind of relationship we had.

"How's Manchester United treating you?" You asked, breaking the silence.

Mason glanced at you, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. He'd clearly been lost in his own thoughts, and your question seemed to jolt him back to reality.

"Oh, yeah, it's been amazing." He replied, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "They've welcomed me with open arms. It feels like a family." His eyes held a warmth that was unfamiliar yet comforting. "It was a big change, but everything fell into place. I'm very happy."

You nodded, your heart pounding. It was now or never. "And… I went with you?"

He placed his hand on his leg, resisting the urge to place it on yours, a habit of his. "Yeah." He said, his voice low. "You asked for a transfer and moved with me. Didn't even hesitate."

"So the house where I've been living is ours?" You asked. Mason nodded, his expression serious. "And where have you been living?" A wave of questions formed in your mind, each one more pressing than the last.

"I rented a place." Mason replied. "Luke and Anouska have two houses for rent, and one was empty."

"Oh." You murmured, still processing the information. "Sorry about that."

"Don't apologize." he said quickly. "I chose not to tell you the truth, so it's my fault." A comfortable silence settled between you as Mason seemed to be waiting for you to continue. "We have a long drive ahead. Ask me whatever you want."

"Good, because I have a lot of questions." You admitted.

He chuckled. "Bring it on."

"How long have we been together?"

"Five years."

"Who made the first move?"

"You did!" His answer was quick.

You raised an eyebrow. "Don't lie to me, Mount! I remember the first kiss. The prank. I confronted you about it."

Mason burst out laughing, his laughter infectious. "Oh, shit, yeah!" He admitted between chuckles. "I forgot about that."

This felt right, natural. "Okay, so… how did you know you didn't hate me anymore?"

"I never hated you--" He began.

"You know what I mean."

Mason hesitated, his eyes darting away from you. "I think… I think I always had a crush on you." He finally managed to say. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to process his words. "When we first met, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. But you were with that guy, and… I didn't know how to approach you, so I acted like a jerk." You swallowed hard, trying to comprehend the man sitting beside you. "The prank… when they made me kiss you, something clicked. It wasn't just a crush anymore." You hadn't realised, but he had pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. His hand found yours, and his gentle touch sent shivers down your spine. "After that, I knew I had to make you fall for me. I couldn't let you slip away. I couldn't waste any more time when I had the love of my life right in front of me."

His eyes held a vulnerability you'd never seen before. Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might burst. His gaze locked onto yours. Slowly, he leaned in, his breath warm against your lips.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Then, his lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss. As your lips moved together, a wave of emotions washed over you. Love, hope, and a sense of coming home all at once.

[mydaddywiki]

Webster Hubbell

Physique: Husky Build Height: 6'5"

Webster Lee "Web" Hubbell (born 1949), is a former Arkansas lawyer and politician. He was a lawyer in Pulaski County before serving as Mayor of Little Rock from 1979 until he resigned in 1981. He was appointed by Bill Clinton as chief justice of Arkansas State Supreme Court in 1983. When Clinton became President, Hubbell was appointed as Associate Attorney General from 1993 to 1994.

Tall, thick with a pair of DSLs (dick sucking lips) that'll make anyone proud. I'm surprised I wasn't into him more as 'big, dumb looking Hoss" guys are SO my type.

Born and raised in Little Rock, Arkansas, Hubbell attended the University of Arkansas where he played offensive tackle for the Arkansas Razorbacks. Hubbell was selected in the 1969 NFL draft by the Chicago Bears, but an injury ended his football career. He graduated from the University of Arkansas with a degree in Electrical Engineering in 1970, then graduated with a Juris Doctor degree from the University of Arkansas School of Law with honors.

In December 1994, Hubbell pleaded guilty to federal mail fraud and tax evasion charges in connection with his handling of billing at the Rose Law Firm, a firm with partners that once included Hillary Clinton and Vince Foster. Hubbell pled guilty to one count of wire fraud and one count of failing to disclose a conflict of interest, and was sentenced to 21 months in prison.

Afterwards, Hubbell worked as an independent legal consultant, general counsel for an Internet start-up, and general counsel and senior vice-president for a large commercial insurance company until July 2010 where he moved to Charlotte, North Carolina, where he now writes novels.

Hubbell and his wife, Suzy, have four children and seven grandchildren. The four children is a plus as it goes to my "loves to fuck" theory. A negative is the rumor he might have fathered Chelsea Clinton. Strangely, it's a plus for Hillary Clinton if she fucked him.

[pupsmailbox]

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[toms-cherry-trees]

Don't Hold My Hand (I'll Break Your Heart) || Tommy Shelby x Fem OC ~ Ch. 2

Summary: A doctor's visit changes Charlotte's perspective of things, and she begins to worry about her patient

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Talks of medical injury, talks of cuts and headwounds, talk of blood and medical procedures. No beta readig we die like John

Author's note: Once more sorry for the delay but I am writing so many WIPS at the same time things slip through the cracks, but I am really hyped for all the things I have planned

Requested taglist: @call-sign-shark @zablife

《 PREV PART -  NEXT PART 》

Steam rose from the kettle’s spout, the high pitched whistle indicating the water had boiled. The teapot had been filled with fragrant tea leaves and two slices of lemon. Sugar and milk side by side in the tray, alongside a plate with homemade biscuits and a platter of elegant tea sandwiches. Two white teacups with golden rims and matching saucers, one of them prefilled with a shot of white rum. Linen napkins embroidered with an S, silverware from Italy and a touch of affection from the hands that prepared the tray.

Charlotte picked it up carefully, carrying it close to her body to bear the weight easier as she took it to Thomas’ rooms, where he currently sat with his main physician for his monthly evaluation. Doctor Foster rarely had anything new to say or any glimmer of hope to offer them; he only came the first week of every month to tell them what they already knew and collect his payment. One of the very few visitors whom Thomas didn’t welcome with a scowl, perhaps because he secretly harboured the hope of one day getting the words that he wanted from the old man.

The scent of fresh flowers accompanied Charlotte as she walked to the second floor. Ever since that conversation with Mrs. Gray, she had redoubled her efforts to brighten up Thomas’ life. Vases with freshly picked flowers decorated various surfaces of the rooms, the bouquets swapped as soon as the first petals began to wither and fall. Every morning she drew back the curtains and opened the windows, to allow sunlight and fresh air inside. She encouraged him to rise from bed at appropriate times, not allowing him to linger between the sheets for days on end. Books, board and card games and even a typewriter had been brought up, in hopes of encouraging him to find anything to keep his mind and day occupied. She hadn’t managed to do something about his hair and beard yet, but she would soon get there. 

She pushed the double doors open with her shoulder, the teacups tinkling in their saucers and the tea sloshing slightly. When the doctor came around, he and Thomas met alone behind closed doors, not even his aunt allowed in, although she always received a briefing before handing in the money envelope. Whether the man spoke or not the truth of those sessions to her, one couldn’t know.

Lottie cleared her throat, barely enough of a sound to alert them of her presence as she placed the tea tray on a low table. She tried her hardest not to snoop, but curiosity can be a wild and untameable thing. She looked through her eyelashes towards the bed where Thomas lay, stripped down to his underwear. The doctor held Thomas’ foot in his hand and urged him to push against it as hard as he could. She noticed his hand fisted on the sheets, teeth gritted as he put all his efforts on heeding the simple command. As Thomas looked down at the doctor, his gaze crossed with Charlotte’s. The blue melted to pure ice, and he grabbed the closest thing he had at hand to toss towards her, which happened to be a harmless pillow.

“Out! Out of here! Now!” 

She didn’t need to be told twice. Charlotte scurried out of the room and down to the foyer. Mrs. Gray already stood there, nervously drumming her fingers against her arm as she stared out the window. On a side table lay a closed envelope with the doctor’s name scribbled on elegant calligraphy. Charlotte noted it to be slightly thinner than the previous one she had seen, just a couple days after her arrival to Arrow House. Maybe the doctor had lowered his fees for them, or maybe Mrs. Gray had decided he got paid far too much to do nothing except bear bad news.

Both women waited side by side, submerged in their own thoughts each, the silence interrupted only by the ticking of the grandfather clock. Three quarters of an hour had passed when Doctor Foster came down the stairs. He had bread crumbs on his shirt and moustache and a biscuit on hand. For some reason, that ticked Charlotte off. 

“Well?” Mrs. Gray asked harshly, also noticing that the man had surely spent more time eating than being helpful to his patient.

The doctor had the decency at least to stuff the biscuit in his pocket and brush off the crumbs before speaking. He stood straight, arms behind his back, a nervous twitch of the lips making his moustache quiver. He appeared to be intimidated by Mrs. Gray, a feeling that Charlotte shared.

“It is all just the same. His legs are weaker than in my last visit and he has started to lose sensitivity in some areas of the soles and calves. I am afraid it’s just a matter of time before he can no longer leave the chair, not even with the cane”

The news settled in the bottom of Charlotte’s stomach like a chunk of ice. They knew, all of them, the severity of Thomas’ lesions, and the limited prospects he had of recovery. But they thought, his aunt most of all, that they had more time before the inevitable. A few more years before he became completely and irremediably wheelchair bound and maybe worse than that. Charlotte knew all too well what sort of future would await then; bed sores, loss of muscle, infections. A lifespan cut in half.

And if she had come to learn something about Thomas during her time working there, he wouldn’t stand to live needing assistance to take a piss.

Mrs. Gray’s lips tightened into a line, eyes narrowing just enough to seem darker than usual. She put her hand on Doctor Foster’s bicep,the wool of his sweater straining a bit under the strength of her grip. The man didn't show it in his face, but that surely hurt. 

“May we have a word, you and I?” Her tone sounded more like a demand than a petition, as she led the doctor towards her private studio. Charlotte waited until they disappeared from sight to release a shaky breath. She steadied herself for whatever hellstorm would rain upon her and headed upstairs slowly. But halfway up, a loud crash cut through the silence, accompanied by the sounds of broken glass and muffled words that could only be curses of the thickest calibre. She picked up her skirts and broke into a sprint.

“Thomas?!” She called out as soon as she crossed the doors.

Thomas laid on the floor amidst broken porcelain and bits of food. The tea table had been flipped over, as had the delicately prepared tea tray. His wheelchair remained by the bed several feet away, with his cane carefully propped against it. Judging by the way everything lay on the floor, Thomas had tried to leave the room alone and unaided.

“Christ in Heaven what happened here?”

Charlotte rushed to his side, her keen eye immediately noticing the myriad of minuscule wounds in his hand and face from the tiny shards, along a more concerning cut on his temple from the table corner. She tried to help him sit up, but Thomas only smacked her hand away

“Leave me, I can do it. I can do it!” He growled, fighting her off like a child refusing to put on a coat in winter, or rejecting having dirt wiped from his cheek. Groaning due to the effort he rolled onto his back, but he had not enough strength to sit up without laying his wounded hands on the floor.

She paid no heed to his stubbornness and instead hooked her arms under his armpits, putting all her strength into dragging him away from the dangerous mess before he could injure himself further. She grunted with every pull, managing to move him only a few inches at a time, her muscles straining against the dead weight.

“Do you think I am a sack of shit to be dragged around?” Thomas hissed, but at least he had stopped thrashing about like a fish out of water.

“For fuck’s sake you are as heavy as you are obtuse” She retorted back, clearly not caring about the properties of their caregiver-patient relationship in that moment. At least not enough to watch her language. She only cared about somehow putting him back on the wheelchair and assessing the damage. 

It took her no small amount of physical strength and skill to get Thomas back onto his chair, even with him doing what little effort he could pushing with his legs against the floor. By the time she had managed to prop him back into place, a thin layer of sweat pearled her forehead, and she felt the dampness of her skin under the thick fabrics of her uniform. She hastily wiped her brow with her sleeve, all her attention focused on the bleeding wound on his temple. The crimson stained the left side of his face and neck and soaked the fabric of his shirt and waistcoat. Charlotte pulled off her white oversleeves to use them to stem the bleeding, but as expected he rose to battle the second she tried to touch him. 

“I said don’t fucking touch me. Get away. Get away!” He barked the last words, his hands slapping hers away repeatedly. It would have been comical if it had not been so irritant. But Charlotte finally snapped, her never ending patience finally fading into naught as the blood continued to pour and her patient continued to fight. At last, she got hold of Thomas’ wrists and forced his hands to the sides, her grip firm but not painful. She leaned in, their faces closer than they had ever been before. 

“I am going to take a look at those cuts whether you approve or not. So I suggest you make both of our lives easier and stop being so difficult” Her tone rose steadily with each word, surprising even herself. She had never spoken to another person, let alone a patient, that way. But Mr. Shelby had effectively exhausted all her reserves of compassion and in that very moment, with him wounded and pricked with glass, Charlotte couldn’t find it in herself to coddle him. In that moment he didn’t need her kindness, he needed the firmness and determination of a war nurse.

And Thomas seemed to know it too, deep down. For he fell silent the second her words rang through the air, eyes widened and lips parted, shocked to have someone speak to him that way. Slowly, like admitting defeat, he placed his hands on his lap, fingers digging tightly on the fabric of his trousers. He evaded Charlotte’s eyes as she took a seat by his side, having grabbed a small first aid kit she kept in hand. 

It seemed that Thomas Shelby couldn’t stand up to a woman who spoke louder than him.

While he held the rolled up fabric to his knocked temple, she took hold of his left hand and held it up to the sunlight. With a pair of alcohol soaked tweezers she began the delicate process of pulling the tiny shards off. Every now and then he hissed in pain and tried to pull away, but it took only a sharp look and a tightening of her grip on him to put him back on track. The pieces of porcelain tinkled on the lid of the first aid kit balancing on her knees as she dropped them, one by one. When she finished she pressed an alcohol soaked rag to his hand, forcing his fingers to curl around it. Thomas’ jaw clenched, but he refused to display any sign of pain besides the flaring of his nostrils. 

Charlotte inspected the cut on his head next, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she pushed aside the blood matted hair, her face so close to him her breath fanned over his face. That close she noticed even his hair smelled of cigarettes, since he refused every effort of her or anyone to help him wash.

"The cut is not deep enough to require stitching but I will have to bandage it"

Tommy snorted "I am not going to let you wrap me up like a fucking mummy"

Charlotte rolled her eyes "Mummies have their mouths wrapped shut. I cannot afford that luxury with you" She quipped, gently dabbing at the wound with a wet gauze, being as careful as she could to spare Thomas further discomfort. But that wouldn't save him from her stern words now that they had been allowed to emerge. Gentleness had proved ineffective against him, so now Charlotte had to retort to cockiness, a quality of hers she had kept buried for being ‘unbecoming’ but which now would prove useful to crack Thomas’ stone walls.

“Deep breath” She instructed, pressing the alcohol soaked cloth to his temple. Thomas bucked like a startled horse, nails digging on the armrest of the chair and teeth gritted, his head instinctively trying to escape the sharp burning, but forced to remain still by Charlotte’s firm hold. She held him against her body in an almost maternal gesture until the pain faded into a manageable sting and he relaxed his muscles and stopped huffing. 

“Are you always this much of a brute with your patients?” He asked in between heavy breaths, although his tone had dropped some of the usual sharpness in favour of something akin to amusement. As if he saw something in Charlotte that sparked his interest.

“Only with those who deserve it” The diverted smirk made it to her lips without permission. A faint hint of pride rose upon her chest, for the very first time she had managed to make Thomas comply, even if it took a head wound and raising her voice to do so. The first step had been taken for him to finally see her as an aid and not a threat or a nuisance. And Charlotte couldn’t wait to take the next. 

After she bandaged his head, having added in between a teasing comment of how things would have been much easier if he didn’t sport the haircut of a caveman, she set up to put the room back in order. The maid brought her the broom and dustpan, but Charlotte took it upon herself to clean up, knowing he wouldn’t take kindly to having others in the room while he changed out of his blood soaked upper clothes. While she swept crumbs and pieces of porcelain, the little bug of curiosity nagged at the back of her mind.

“I take it the doctor didn’t bring the news you expected” She often spoke to him, perfectly aware he wouldn’t reply, but she did it nevertheless. She always talked to her patients back in the ward, even if they couldn’t hear her or talk back. Giving them the reassurance that they had someone at their side looking after them, even if they couldn’t see her. 

Much to her surprise, however, this time the patient spoke back.

“He knows nothing, that man. I pay that man to heal me and all he does is come into me house, eat the fucking food and flirt with the maids” He pulled out a cigarette, rubbing it against his lips twice before lighting it with a black and golden lighter “He’s not coming here again”

Lottie refrained from rolling her eyes “He has been looking after you for years. Ever since you were injured during the war. He knows you better than anyone else Thomas. He is only trying to help you” As I do, she added in her mind.

“And what a great help he has been, eh?” He drummed his fingers against his thigh to emphasise his words, his piercing eyes following Charlotte’s every movement as she rolled the heavy and soiled carpet to put it aside and set the table back in place.

“I know this concept may seem foreign to you, but I beg you to show some basic kindness to the new doctor when he comes next week. I am sure Mrs. Gray had the best intentions when she asked him here and-”

He cut her words with a single statement that completely flipped her “Oh she didn’t call him here. I did”

Charlotte felt compelled to clean her ears and ask him to repeat himself in case she had heard wrong. He? Thomas himself had called a doctor to help him? It made no sense, for the man who rejected most fervently to be helped, to ask for help of his own free will.

He picked up the astonishment in her widened eyes and continued on without having to be pressed further.

“He’s been working with many veterans after the war. He seeks them to try on his new treatments. Treatments he devises himself” He snuffed his cigarette in one of her pretty vases before tossing the stub inside, letting it float around the fresh daisies Charlotte had brought that morning “He says he’s made them walk again”

A mixture of feelings flooded Charlotte, all at the same time and with such intensity she couldn’t focus on only one. Once more she had to fight back the pity, but it couldn’t be helped. How could she not feel sorry for that man who clung to the first ‘medical miracle’ that crossed his path in hopes of restoring what war had cruelly taken from him? She had seen it before, men who drank questionable syrups and tinctures, swallowed handfuls of nameless poisonous pills and subjected themselves to the most horrid types of torture medicine could invent in hopes of regaining some semblance of a past long lost.

Close second in her heart came suspicion. Thomas had mentioned that this man, this doctor whoever he was, sought the veterans himself. Which meant he utilised less than orthodox methods to retrieve confidential medical records from private practitioners and maybe even from the war offices. And those treatments created by himself? It screamed charlatan all over, a trickster who exploited desperate men and robbed them of all their life savings and more just to give them reused saline in clean vials and sugar pills in medicine bottles with handwritten labels.

Charlotte couldn’t comprehend how a man like him, so careful and methodical, a man whom everyone regarded as possessing an incomparable sharpness of mind and an overflowing resourcefulness; the man who had Birminghan quaking in their boots at the mention of his name, could be fooled by false promises of medical prowesses that smelled rotten from a mile away?

She swallowed, trying to find how to best bring up her concerns without making it sound like a direct attack on Thomas' judgement. Lottie sat on the edge of an armchair, her hands folded in her lap, fingers intertwined as she pondered her words.  

“Thomas” She rubbed her thumb and index together, a nervous tic of hers that nothing had managed to suppress “Doctor Foster has been seeing you for years now, and he has not once changed his prognosis. Don’t you find it a bit suspicious that a new doctor just comes to you and offers you a miracle?” She watched him carefully, her head slightly tilted to the left, studying his expressions. He grabbed a new cigarette, gently tapping it against the box as he spoke. 

“Doctor Foster is old and behind the times. Did you know he was the last man in Birmingham to have electricity in his house?” He sighed and scratched his brow with his thumb, pushing the edge of the bandage out of the way “He thought the toxic fumes would poison him in his sleep” 

Lottie snorted. She failed to understand how a man scared of electricity gave credit to this new physician. “Okay, I understand it. Doctor Foster is afraid of progress, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t good at what he does” Charlotte wondered if her reasoning would find home in his brain or if she just wasted saliva talking to the walls “But this man? Thomas, don’t you find it at least a bit suspicious? Did you even question him on where he got your medical file from?” Nothing made sense, that after they checked her background before even summoning her for a mere interview, they didn’t hold the same standard to the man who would be juggling Thomas’ health in his hands.

He didn’t acknowledge her concerns, obviously. In fact, he seemed to not have heard them at all. He turned his wheelchair towards the double doors, the sunrays warming his skin as he closed his eyes, dried up blood still glued to the side of his face and clinging to his beard. He brought up the cigarette to his mouth but never made it quite there, hovering just an inch away from his lips as he stared out towards the vast woods. 

“The doctors make progress every day. They create new medicines, new treatments, they heal more and more people every day. If one doesn’t help you go to another, and another, and another until one does what others can’t” As Charlotte approached him slowly, she noticed he had a sort of dreamy look in his eyes, and for a moment she worried he had gone too hard on his nighttime visit to the morphine bottle. But the dazed gaze didn’t come from opioids. It came from hope. Endless, boundless, foolish hope.

And it worried her to no end.

Charlotte crouched next to Thomas slowly, her hand coming to rest in the crook of his elbow. Surprisingly, he didn’t shake her away; perhaps he didn’t even notice her at all, lost for a moment in a daydream of miracles and a bright future.

“Thomas” Soft words, pleading even, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt “Think this through, think carefully. If something sounds too good to be true, then it is too good to be true. If this physician is such an eminence, then why is he not sharing his discoveries in the Medical Society of London, or being named director of a large hospital? Why is he not speaking before the King and being put in the list of honours of the year? Why is he seeking his patients instead of them flocking to him?” She shook his arm, hoping to shake his senses too “This is a scam, Thomas. He is a liar. I am sorry, but you will not get better, and you know it Thomas” 

Those last words hit the sensible fibre in him. He shook Charlotte off with such roughness she lost her balance and toppled back, landing on her ass on the floor. The dreaminess had cleared from his eyes, swapped back to his usual coldness and the everlasting hint of anger, anger at the world and destiny and everything and everyone that had led him to that state.

Thomas pushed open the double glass doors with his fingers and rolled his wheelchair forward. The sun framed him, making him seem like a shadow stepped out of golden light. He lit the cigarette at last, puffing out the smoke in rings. He leaned back his head, as if relaxing to take a nap, but his eyes remained open, focused on the clear skies. He spoke the next words softly, but they resounded loud and clear for Charlotte.

“I will walk again. I know I will” A long drag of the cigarette “And if I don’t, then there is nothing left for me in this life”

[good-beanswrites]

Any thoughts about your Hello Es AU?🎤

Thank you ooh -- this was so fun to think about! (I did some art earlier here :)) Spoiler warning for all three episodes of Hello Charlotte 🧸👁️🩸

So, out there in the real world somewhere, there exists “real Es”, (the Charles of the story) who has created Es as his perfect protagonist/ideal identity. Real Es ends up killing someone, and undergoing some kind of psychotic break that creates The House (now known as The Prison). Various people from his life appear there, each with their own murder, reflecting Real Es’ complex feelings about their own crime.

Es/Charlotte – A puppet at the whims of the audience. They have many forms along with conflicting thoughts and motivations. As lax as they may get about their own safety, they always take their duty to the tenets very seriously. They have a little Magalope pet :3 I know in canon the characters are separate, but I’m still picturing them as some combination of Q84 and Ep1/2 Charlotte. 

Fuuta/Felix – The fiery friend who's all bark and no bite. He’s the most openly aggressive out of everyone, but still ends up trying to help people around him. Through his attempts to do something helpful, his recklessness, and need to be treated as an adult, he can find himself in pretty significant danger.

Kazui/Aiden – Calm and quiet, but you get a sense he's very observant to the current situation in his silence. Just because he prefers to do his tailoring/piano hobbies doesn't mean he doesn’t have that underlying demon strength. The most parental over Es, even if they're not always receptive.

Shidou/Huxley – A doctor/scientist with a desire to help save the most (alien) lives that he can, even if it means living on the run as a criminal, as well as an odd coolness when it comes to unethical medical procedures.

Mikoto and John/Bennett – when he’s high on soap, he’s as cheery as always :) Just a normal working guy, you probably won’t even remember his face under the hazmat suit, very normal :) When the effects wear off and the stress gets to him, though, John fronts and isn't afraid to defend himself from any perceived threat.

Yuno/Florence – Puts up a cheery front and is happy to work when she's having fun. After a bit of prodding, she reveals a much more serious and jaded side. She gets along with everyone, but isn't afraid to tell her real feelings to Es when the time is right.

Haruka and Muu /Anri – I’m kind of splitting Anri to make two characters, still capturing her fluctuating status in school and attitude of give-and-receive in friendships. They're caring but clingy, they can be protective but also aggressive. Both of them go back and forth between the personalities we see from her in all three episodes. 

Amane/Frei – (I know in canon Frei is another Charlotte, so I think that works well given how close they are in age and stubbornness.) She sees things through a view of gods/religion, even if not everyone sees the situation that way. She's a bit at odds with Es, trying to persuade them to join in her mindset, but genuinely cares for their well-being while doing it.

Mahiru/Vincent – The new friend with some strange delusions of a perfect “heavenly” world, a hobby of literature, and suicidal intentions. Es takes pity on her after she receives serious injuries from people who reject her. Real Es developed some kind of attachment to her real counterpart (like Charles' idolization of Vincent), and this manifests into Mahiru crazy about relationships and love.

Kotoko/Scarlett – Has a close mindset to Es (close enough to stem more directly from them) but her intensity and drive for perfection/justice turn them into enemies in some timelines. She gets the closest look at the “real” situation compared to the others, seeing behind the scenes and criticizing Es and the Prison as a whole. She's determined she could do better herself, and Es takes her up on that…

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I’m not going to make a whole post, but for a reverse au I think it’d be fun to see The House tenants featured in Charles’ milgram mv – as the focal character, the audience/Warden would probably assume Charlotte was his victim. Only later would they realize that Charlotte is the stand-in for himself, and that truly he feels responsible for not stopping Vincent’s suicide. 

[demonangelgirl134]

Clue. Care bears villains edition

Part 3: Who Dunnit

✨️Part 2

✨️Part 1

Most of them dropped their weapons and ran over to Dark Heart's lifeless body. Coldheart knelt down to him, gesturing the others to stay back and give Dark Heart air before feeling around his wrists and neck for a pulse. Nothing.

"HE'S DEAD!!" Coldheart exclaimed in terror, frantically looking up at everyone.

Everyone began to panic. They had all just witnessed a murder, but nobody knew who did it since the lights were off.

"Who had the gun?" Asked Noheart

"I did." Coldheart replied, getting up.

"Then you shot him!" -King Beastly

"I didn't!" Coldheart protested

"Well, you had the gun! If you didn't shoot him, then who did?" -Shreeky

Coldheart paused, then turned back around and flipped Dark Heart's body onto its back, revealing no injuries or signs of being shot on it.

"Nobody! Look, there's no gunshot wound! Someone tried to grab the gun from my hands in the dark, and it went off!" Coldheart protested. He then noticed something in the other corner of the room. "Look! The bullet broke that vase on the mantel!"

They all ran up to where Coldheart was pointing. A decorative vase on the mantel that had very well been intact before the lights went out had been completely shattered. Not only that, there was a small hole in the wall slightly above the remains.

"He's right! Look, there's a bullet hole here in the wall! See that?" Bluster said, pointing to it.

"I told you!" Coldheart explained

Beastly stepped toward him. "If he wasn't shot, then how did he die, Coldheart!??"

"I don't know!! I'm not a doctor!" Coldheart snapped, storming away into the middle of the room.

"Well, one of us must've killed him!" Noheart snapped.

"And it wasn't me!" Beastly said, throwing his lead pipe onto the coffee table with the other weapons.

Coldheart then noticed King Beastly drinking out of the same conyac glass as Dark Heart was drinking from. "MAYBE HE WAS POISONED!"

King Beastly violently spit the drink out and dropped the glass, screaming and panicking.

Beastly ran over to him, pulled him into the center of the room, then sat him down on the nearest sofa, attempting to calm him down and stop screaming. "GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!!" Beastly yelled, then slapped King Beastly across the face hard, finally getting him to stop screaming and go quiet. He then noticed that everyone was staring at him in silent shock. "I... had to stop him from screaming??" He awkwardly explained

Bluster walked forward. "But was the drink poisoned, though??" He said, walking over to the door where King Beastly dropped the wine glass as everyone except both Beastlys followed him.

Shreeky picked up the wine glass from the floor to examine it, but all of the contents had been spilled into the carpet when King Beastly had dropped it, leaving no way to determine whether or not Dark Heart died to poison. "Looks like we'll never know." She stated, holding up the glass

Beastly looked back at King Beastly, who was visibly having a quiet panic attack because it was possible that he just drank poison. "Unless.. He dies, too." He said.

Everyone then crowded around King Beastly, basically waiting for him to die. Nothing happened for about ten minutes, but then they were all startled by a loud scream coming from the billiard room. It was possible that the murderer had slipped outside and had a victim with them, so everyone except King Beastly, who stayed sitting on the sofa, ran to the billiard room to see what was going on. Bluster tried to open the door, but it was locked. But then, it was suddenly opened by a terrified crying Charlotte.

Noheart took the initiative to ask if she was alright, then Beastly went to calm her down. But Charlotte was still crying as she explained what had happened.

"I am frightened! I also drank ze conyac!" She cried. "Nhot only zat, I am in zis room with ze murderer!!"

Coldheart- "What!? Really!? Where are they??"

Charlotte- "Where!? Here! We are all looking at 'im! Or her! I 'erd what happened over ze tape recorder!"

[crazyforkasey-blog]

When we met

So this is a story i wrote 11 years ago and posted it on FFN, the story is done, but undergoing its 3rd edit, whole chapters has been deleted and the story is totally changed.

Captain Katie Hendrick stepped out of the hospital at Camp Toccoa; she hoped to get a smoke, before her next patient came in. It was blistering hot for late fall.

She looked over at Easy Company; they were standing at attention waiting for their CO again, Herbert Sobel, resident douche.

Katie looked at her best friend from high school Dani who stood beside her, she was rolling her eyes, Sobel was late again, which was a common occurrence, this left his men standing out in the Georgia heat, unable to hydrate, and on more than one occasion soldiers from Easy had been brought into the hospital needing a drip.

Katie or Dr. Katherine Hendrick, from Charlotte, North Carolina, was a 5 foot 9 inches blond with blue eyes and a bright smile.

Her best friend Daniela “Dani” Hunt, a 23 year old fierce girl with green eyes and hair with the color deep auburn, had joined the Army Nursing Corps (ANC), and had been stationed with the 326th evac hospital. Katie had decided to follow Dani to Toccoa; they had tried to make her a nurse, but a convincing phone call from the head of Johns Hopkins Medical school and Katie using her high IQ, she was allowed to work as a doctor and given the rank of Captain.

At 23 Katie was a young surgeon, but one of the best if you asked her chief at Charlotte memorial. She had skipped a couple of grades and her booming IQ made her a perfect candidate for medical school.

Katie sighed when she saw lieutenant Sobel walk around the corner.

"You people are at the position of attention," Sobel screamed at the company.

Katie sighed and was about to turn around and go back into the hospital, when an intelligence officer from S2 walked up to her. Captain Lane Easterday 21 of age was a stunning brunette with curls down below her shoulder blades, hazel eyes and her IQ was almost as high as Katie's. She had a rare talent for causing trouble and loved to drive Lieutenant Nixon bat shit crazy. Together they looked over at Easy company, slightly shaking their heads, they knew that there would be a lot of grousing once he was finished gigging the company and possibly revoked weekend passes.

Dani’s attention wasn’t on Easy company, but rather on D.Company that was doing calisthenics, led by a certain Lieutenant, who looked mighty fine in PT uniform.

Sobel had reached Liebgott "You want to kill Germans?" Sobel asked Liebgott

"Yes sir" Liebgott replied

"Not with this" Sobel said and banged the bayonet he was holding against Liebgott's helmet,

"wouldn't take this rusty piece of shit to war and I wouldn't take you to war, in your condition, now thanks to these men and their infractions, all weekend passes have been revoked. Change into your PT gear we are running Currahee" Sobel stoked of and Lieutenant Winters turned around "Second platoon fallout"

Lane said goodbye to Katie and Dani and the two women went back into the hospital, Katie went to her office to catch up on charting, the rigorous training had taken its toll on the men and they were seeing a lot of minor injuries. 

Dani went to the supply closet and starting to do inventory, she was deep in thought when she heard someone yell “Nurse”

Dani walked out and saw two men from D.Company one was limping and the other man was supporting his poor injured friend. Both men were drenched in sweat.

“So what happened here?” she asked them.

“I think I sprained my ankle doing PT, lieutenant Speirs had us doing high jumpers and he kept pushing, because he thought we could do better, so he kept pushing until the company was too exhausted to focus on the exercise” The one not limping told her.

The man helped his buddy up on the table and Dani took a look at the ankle, she wasn't sure if it was sprained or broken and while she was examining the man she cursed lieutenant Speirs, this wasn’t the first time a man came in with an injury after PT with Speirs, he had reputation of pushing the men beyond their limits and she wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted them to do better or if he was just a sadistic asshole.

“I need to get the doctor” Dani told them and went in search of Katie

She found Katie talking to Captain Mckee, another doctor at the hospital Mckee was a doctor with deep compassion for the men.

“Katie, one of the men from D. company came in with an injured ankle. I need you to take a look at him.” Dani said, she nodded to Mckee and Katie motioned that she would be there in two minutes.

Dani walked back down to the examination room, and on the way there she tried to decide if she should talk to Speirs or if she let it go, she was afraid that if she confronted him it would end in an argument that no one would win. Two minutes later Katie was in the examination room, after a quick x-ray, Katie had to tell the poor private that his ankle was broken and he would be in a cast for six weeks.

So Dani and Katie went to work and Dani went to the supply closet to find what they needed to set the ankle and plaster it. She was bent down looking on the bottom shelf when she heard someone say “Is private Carver going to be alright?” She stood up so fast that she hit the back of her head on a shelf and everything went fuzzy black for a minute. She cursed under her breath and stood up looking at the man standing in the door to the closet

“Lieutenant Speirs, he will be, but no thanks to you, now that poor private is gonna be in a cast for six weeks laid up in the hospital, just because you can't…” Dani didn’t get any further because Katie had heard the commotion and knew that if she didn't intervene, Dani would go off on Speirs half cocked and get herself in trouble, hell she wouldn't put it past her friend to deck the D.Company lieutenant.

“Dani why don't you go ahead and get started and I will be right there” Katie dismissed Dani and Dani walked away from the two while mumbling something less nice under her breath.

“Lieutenant, you might want to 1) take it a little more easy on the men, if you want to have any left to take into combat 2) not piss of the nurse that one day have to take care of you and/or save your life out on the line” Katie scolded the lieutenant and dismissed him.

Katie hated to pull the Captain card, but the tension between Speirs and Dani was coming to a point, where it was unbearable, it had started a week after Dani and her had arrived at Toccoa. More men from D.Company than from any other company had come into the hospital with minor injuries, than from any other company and Dani finally had enough, after figuring out that it was while Speirs was doing the training, the men got injured, she had confronted the lieutenant and told him to please back of a little since she was pretty sure that the army would need men to actually fight the war and not them being laid up in her hospital ward.

Speirs had in turn told Dani that if the men weren't a bunch of mama’s boys they wouldn't need the strict training and that Dani should back off and let the grown ups take care of the training and she should go back to playing the nice little nurse at the hospital. Dani told him that he could stuff it and that he was a misogynist pig. Speirs had told her that gender had nothing to do with it, but since she insisted on acting like a child, he would be glad to discipline her and Dani had launch for Speirs, but lieutenant Nixon who had witnessed the scene had caught her and while Nixon carried Dani away, Speirs had looked after the two with smirk on his face, which had just pissed of Dani even more.

At the end of the day Dani and Katie left the care of their patients to the night shift, and the two of them walked back to their barrack. The two of them shared a barrack with Lane and a few of the WACs .

While Dani was changing out of her dirty uniform and into a fresh set of clothes, she cursed under breath she was till pissed of “I fucking hate him, hate him” she mumbled

Lane and Katie looked at each other "Are you sure you hate Speirs" Lane asked Dani and nudged her slightly.

"Yes he is a douche" Dani said

"Ok if you say so," Lane said

"So what are you dolls doing tonight," Dani laid down on her cot.

The three girls tried to decide what to do, but they couldn't agree on anything, finally Lane had enough "Well I am going to the officers club, and whatever trouble I can find there" Lane walked out of the barrack and headed towards the officers club, on her way there she heard a voice call out to her

"Captain Easterday"

Lane turned around and saw Luz walking towards her

"Lieutenant, what can I do for you?" Lane asked

"Is the doc at the barracks" Luz asked

"Yeah? Why?" Lane asked Luz.

"Liebgott and one of the men from Dog got into a fight and Liebgott needs stitches, the captain is the only one who won't report Liebgott to Sobel" Luz said

Katie had a soft spot for the rowdy boy from Frisco and the two of them went to great lengths to protect each other.

"Go find her, but Lieutenant Hunt is with her" Lane said

"It's ok the Lieutenant is cool, she is one of us," Luz said

"Well I am going to find my own trouble, see you around" Lane said

Luz started to walk of "Oh captain go easy on the lieutenant, he looked like he had a rough day" Luz said

Lane nodded and headed towards the officers club, she walked inside and looked around, the only one there was Nixon, looking angry and drunk, a mean, drunk Nixon was not a pleasant thing, Lane knew that from experience. Lane made the mistake of going at it with Nixon after he came back from a family visit.

"What's your poison soldier?" Lane asked, very well aware of the fact, that Nixon only drank Vat 69

Nixon turned his head and looked at Lane; she could tell Nixon was a mess.

"What's going on Lew?" Lane asked

Lane and Nixon had grown up in the same fancy circles, they even attended Yale at the same time, Lane's parents owned a chain of department stores and had more money than they knew what to do with.

They wanted Lane to marry well, but Lane had rebelled and joined the army, first as WAC, but Strayer being the smart man he was had promoted her to S2 almost on the spot.

"Cathy is divorcing me, she is taking the house, the kid, the dog, it's my goddamn dog, she hates that dog," Nixon almost yelled.

"Lew I am sorry, but did you honestly not see this happen? The two of you didn't want the same things," Lane said

"What are you getting at?" Nixon asked, what did Lane know and had she kept her knowledge from him, had his wife cheated on him?

"Lew come on, personally Cathy wasn't my first choice for you, I didn't like her when we were in school, she was just too preppy and she wanted to tie you down right away. Come on Nix, do you really want to be the CEO of Nixon Nitration in Nixon, New Jersey for the rest of your life? you would be dead before you were fifty, in my opinion you dodge a bullet" Lane said

"Yeah well, who asked you anyway, this is just one more thing my parents can be all disappointed in me about" Nixon said and turned around and motioned for another drink.

"Well no one, but come on Nix, don't be all pissy, let's go to the mess and get some grub, you need it, and I heard you guys have a grueling day tomorrow" Lane said.

"Don't tell me what to do, ok, Lane Easterday, you might be a Captain here, but back home at the play ground, you are still just little Laney, so get out of my fucking business and mind your own" Nixon said and slammed his glass down in the bar and walked out, slamming the door after him.

Well that went well, Lane thought to herself, she ordered a shot of whiskey and decided to see if any of the others was at E Company mess. E Company had a special place in Lane’s heart, it was the company Lewis was attached to, but it was also the company that paid the most attention when Lane had classroom instructions with them.

When Lane walked into the mess she saw, some of the Easy boys there, she noticed there was a vacant seat between Bull and Hoobler "hey boys can I sit here" she asked

"Go ahead, Captain" Hoobler said

"So what's up boys? find any trouble yet?" Lane asked

"No trouble yet Captain, you got something in mind," Bull asked

"Well not yet" Lane said

The door to the mess opened, Katie and Dani walked in with Luz and Liebgott, they joined Lane and the guys, they talked about this and that and mostly about ways to get rid of Sobel.

Luz turned around and looked at Lane, "so did you talk to Lieutenant Nixon?" He asked. " you were heading for the officers club" Luz continued

"Yeah, it wasn't pretty, you have to keep this under wraps ok, Cathy is divorcing him and she is taking everything" Lane said

"No shit, really?" Luz said

"Yes and I may have told him, I never liked Cathy and it blew up in my face" Lane said

"That might not have been a good idea…. Wait, how the hell do you know Nixon's wife?" Luz asked

"This is absolutely confidential, I grew up with Nix and went to Yale with him, My parents knew his parents etc. and that's why I am so mean to him, he was mean to me growing up" Lane said

"No shit really, well who would have figured, explains a lot though," Luz said

"Like what?" Lane asked him

"Well you always seemed different that the rest of them, you have class somehow" Luz said

The door opened again and Winters, Speirs and Nixon walked in, Lane looked up, she locked eyes with Nixon and quickly looked away, when she saw the anger in his eyes.

Bull noticed the look and leaned over to Lane "You sure we won't have to set Nixon straight" He asked her

"No, let's leave him alone for a bit" Lane said and continued to ask Bull about yesterday's field exercise.

Apparently, Sobel had fucked up the field problem and Lane was almost afraid of what that man would do with the Intel Lane collected, while in combat.

Katie was talking to Liebgott about a foot injury he acquired during yesterday's exercise. Liebgott wasn't one to complain, but his foot was still swollen and Katie urged him to ice it.

Katie could feel someone staring at her, she looked up and noticed Winters looking at her and she smiled at him, Winters smiled back at her and looked away when Nixon elbowed him.

………………………………

Camp Toccoa was quiet and dark at four in the morning.

Dani was walking around, she couldn't sleep. The thoughts were racing around in her head, she knew she lost her cool today with Speirs and if Katie hadn’t been there and Major Barfiels had witnessed the scene today she would have been sent packing and probably been sent to north africa.

 Dani sighed and started to walk towards the flagpole, as she neared she saw a shadow leaning up against it smoking a cigarette, when she approached the shadow turned its head, Dani had to swallow it was Speirs. She started to turn around, she wasn’t in the mood for his BS and she would rather be alone than listening to what he had to spew at her, but before she got far she heard his voice

"So you can't sleep either" Speirs asked Dani, in a surprisingly soft voice

Dani looked at Speirs for a moment, before answering "Nope, I have a lot on mind"

Speirs turned and motioned Dani to follow him "Follow me Hunt," He said.

Speirs led Dani towards the hospital, went around it and sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall of the hospital, he padded the ground next to him and Dani sat down beside him, far enough from him, so she wouldn't touch him.

They sat in silence for a moment, and looked towards the horizon, the ground behind the hospital was vacant, and the silence was comfortable, which surprised her; it seemed like that the darkness put a damper on the hostility between them.

Speirs had a hard time figuring out Dani, she was a pretty girl, but also annoying as hell, he just loved to yank her chain to get her going, but right now it seemed like she needed a friend.

"want to tell me what's bothering you," Speirs asked

"It's silly really" Dani said and pulled up some grass and twisted it around her fingers in a circular motion. She could feel herself tearing up. She didn't want Speirs to see her cry.

Dani sniffled and looked up at Speirs. He was looking at her with worry in his eyes.

"It’s just stuff, you know, I think the stress is getting to me, " Dani said and looked away.

She felt Speirs hand on her shoulder, "and today I added to that stress" Speirs said.

Dani pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her chin down on her knees and looked at Speis “Yeah you did”

They sat in silence for a while "why are you up at this hour" Dani asked her companion.

"I got a killer headache, so I decided to get some air, I was on my way back, when I met you," Speirs said.

Speirs got on his feet and held his hand out to Dani, he pulled her up and hugged her, at first Dani was really surprised, but then she hugged him back, it felt surprisingly good, and she laid her head on his shoulder.

Speirs let go of her and looked at her "I’ll do better" He said and turned away and walked towards the barracks.

Dani wandered around for a while, she knew she would never be able to go back to sleep, her encounter with Speirs had confused her even more, what the heck was that? Dani shook her head and decided to head back to get ready for the day.

Back at the barracks Lane and Katie were awake, Katie was wearing  her dress uniform and a lab coat and Dani found a white nurses dress and put it on. Twice a week the people who lived around the camp came to see the doctor if they needed to, Katie always complained she wasn't a GP, but it was a nice diversion from blisters and hurt soldiers.

They walked over to the mess and sat down, they were planning out the day, they were finishing up their cup of awful army coffee when Speirs walked in and Dani looked him right in the eyes, but he just stared at her with the same look he had been given her since she first met him, gone was the nice guy from this morning.

Dani couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, she thought they had made a connection, but as usual, she had imagined things.

Dani was in an examination room cleaning up after the last patient when she heard someone shout “Lieutenant Hunt, hey Lt.” 

She walked out into the hall and saw Penkala, malarkey and Muck with red stains down their shirts. Muck was limping and the others were paler than pale, there was a putrid smell of vomit and sweat surrounding them.

“What the heck happened to you” she asked

Malarkey told her how Sobel had told Winters that the company would have a light afternoon and to serve them spaghetti and after they had forked it down done a 180 and the company had run Currahee and  most of the spaghetti was now decorating the mountain, Muck had tripped on the way down and twisted his ankle.

“Lets get him on the table and have a look” Dani said 

Upon examination Dani could ascertain that the ankle was just sprained and Muck would be fit to fight another day.

While Katie and Dani were taking care of the casualties of the spaghetti incident, Lane was called to regimental headquarters, she walked into Sinks office and the secretary told her to take a seat.

Lane wondered what she had done? She had been good for a while, not getting into trouble, and she knew the next big step was coming and she had to be good, or as good as she could be anyway.

Sink yelled in from his office and Lane walked in, she stood at attention, "At ease" Sink said

"Captain Easterday, 2nd battalion  needs an additional intelligence officer, any suggestion?" Sink asked

"Sir, I would recommend Lieutenant Nixon, I know he is the man for the job," Lane said

"Ok I guess you earned the right to appoint the officer you want to work with, I will make it happen" Sink said

Lane stood and waited for Sink to dismiss her, Sink just kept looking through his paperwork, when he looked up and realized Lane was still standing there, he looked at her "You wanted something Captain" Sink said.

"No sir" Lane said

"Well go find Nixon and inform him about his new duties, dismiss Captain," Sink said and Lane saluted him, turned on her heel, and walked out the door.

She sighed and put her hat back on, now all she had to do was make up with Nixon and tell him she was his new friend.

Lane walked over to Winters and Nixon's barrack and knocked on the door, she opened the door and walked in.

Nixon was putting away his dress uniform, Lane looked at him and smiled.

"Nix I am sorry about what I said, I had no right to say something like that, I hope you can forgive me," Lane said

"You are forgiven, I was drunk and wasn't thinking clearly, but you are right it was probably for the best," Nixon said.

"Good because we are going to be working together, congrats and welcome to intelligence buddy" Lane said and threw Nixon a box with a second lieutenant bar in it.

Nixon opened it and Lane stepped up to him to pin it on him, she was quite close to him and after she pinned the pin on his collar, she looked into his eyes, their faces were only inches apart and for a moment, Lane thought he was going to kiss her.

The door opened and Winters stepped in, ruining the moment.

Nixon and Lane stepped away from each other and Winters looked between them with a smirk, "I miss anything," He asked

"No I was just giving Nix his new assignment, he is going to be working with me as an intelligence officer," Lane said

"Well and a promotion to congrats buddy" Winters said

"Yeah, well I am going to go," Lane said and hurried out the door.

When she came outside, she drew in a big breath, what was that?

Inside the barrack Nixon looked after Lane, not really sure what just went down, but he was curious to see how this whole them working together would play out.

Intelligence, well no more Sobel, Nixon thought to himself, but he felt like he switched one tormentor for another.

After Nixon left second platoon, the platoon got Harry Welsh straight out of OCS, Harry transferred in from the 82nd airborne.

Welsh enlisted in the paratroopers in 1942. He was assigned to Fort Benning as part of the 82nd airborne.

While an enlisted man, Welsh was reportedly made a Sergeant and then "busted" to private six times for fighting. Three of his commanding officers saw his potential and recommended him for Officer candidate school.

Now he was at Toccoa getting the last taste of Sobel and Currahee, before the battalion was moving out.

Welsh and Winters became good friends and together they led second Platoon.

Harry had a bad habit; he talked too much about his fiancé Kitty and Winters sometimes had to get away from Harry and his Kitty stories.

Winters found himself heading to the hospital one evening when he had enough of Harry.

He knew Katie was on call; he was looking forward to talking to her.

Winters liked the quiet doctor, she was extremely intelligent, and she was always one for good conversation and a quiet evening.

Katie was packing up supplies, she knew they would be heading out and she wasn't sure what kind of supplies they would have at Benning, Doc roe had offered to help, but Katie told him she needed a quiet evening.

She heard the door open and close, Katie saw Lieutenant Winters walk into the ward; Katie walked out from the supply room and greeted the lieutenant.

"Dick, want can I do you for" Katie asked and smiled

"Well I was hoping you had time to talk for a while and maybe a cup of coffee" he said

"Well go sit down in my office and I will be right there, I just have to check my patients" Katie said

"How are the two privates" Winters asked

"Good the fever is going down" Katie said

Two privates from Dog company had been brought in a few days ago, with high fever; Katie had managed to get their fever down, but had a hard time figuring out what was wrong with them.

Doc Roe had tried some of his Grandma Cajun medicine and it seemed to help the Privates.

Winters went to Katie's office, he sat down and enjoyed the quiet, he could see Katie was in the progress of packing down her office, she didn't have a lot, but he could see some box filled with medical supplies and instruments, he had a conversation with Katie a couple of nights before about her role in the war.

Katie hoped to see combat and she wanted to be in the front at the field hospital or at the nearest evac hospital, she would under no circumstances agree to stay in England and leave her friends.

Winters was impressed with her determination, and he hoped she would follow the battalion to wherever they were going, because with Katie near his men would be in good hands.

Katie stepped into the office, with a pot of coffee and she sat down, the two of them spent the night talking.

When Winters walked back to his barrack, he realized he would miss Katie if she stayed behind.

Lane walked in and headed for Katie and Dani

“I have intel” Lane said

"What?" do tell" Dani said

"We are getting out of here we are going to Fort Benning to get our wings, so get your supplies together, you are going to need them" Lane said

"There is one more thing, we are marching there," Lane said

"What you got to be fucking kidding me, who the hell came up with that?" Dani said

"Sink wants to break the Japanese marching record and get this 1st battalion, gets to go by rail and 3rd is going to Atlanta by train and marching from Atlanta to Benning and 2nd is Marching from here to Atlanta" Lane said

Dani shook her head, Sink had just had to show off, and Dani hoped he would march with them, so the men wouldn't suffer alone.

It was November, it was getting a bit chilly, and Dani imagined that the company would be bivouacking and was going to be damn cold.

[lovelyscourge]

There was a movie about the invention of the vibrator

Forgot its name 😅

It's called ‘Hysteria’ lol.

‘In 1880 pioneering doctor Mortimer Granville, sacked from various hospitals for challenging his superiors' outmoded methods, gets a job with Dr Dalrymple, who relieves female patients' frustrations - or hysteria - with pelvic massages which allow orgasm. The handsome young doctor attracts a large female clientele and gets engaged to Dalrymple's studious younger daughter Emily, but after the constant massaging brings on a carpal injury he is sacked. Fortunately an enterprising inventor friend has come up with a power operated feather duster which will soon be transformed into a vibrator and make Mortimer a fortune. Along the way he also realises that his heart really lies with Emily's older sister Charlotte, an outspoken suffragette who runs a home for disadvantaged women in London's East End.’

It's listed as romance, comedy, biography and period drama. Ngl, I might watch it 😂

[the-whispers-of-death]

OC Information: "Cerberus"

Full Name: Rahul Sachin Ali

Callsign(s): Cerberus

Alias(es)/Nickname(s): Human Guard Dog, Doctor Dog, Dog Whisperer, Spot, Doctor Statue

Nationality: First-Generation American (Indian parents)

Affiliations: U.S. Navy (former), U.S. Fleet Marine Force (Former), Shadow Company

Rank: E-6/Hospital Corpsman First Class

Gender: Male

Status: Legally Dead

Birthday: July 20th, 1990 (34 as of 2024)

Build: Burly (when he's all healed up and back in the gym)

Height: 6'5"

Marks: U.S. Navy tattoo on his left shoulder (one swallow representing the 10,000 nautical miles he's traveled on U.S. naval ships), a U.S. Marine tattoo on his right forearm (a complex tattoo of an eagle and a globe with the words "Semper Fi" below it), several whip and knife scars covering his torso, arms, legs, and back. He has a huge knife scar going down his right eyebrow and eye.

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown (Left), White (Right)

Background: Rahul was born to Indian immigrants and he was born in Charlotte, North Carolina. He grew up with one older sister and was considered to be the more soft-spoken out of the two kids. He enlisted in the U.S. Navy when he was eighteen and switched the Marine Fleet Force soon after discovering he wanted to be a Corpsman. He spent thirteen years in the military and was presumed dead for six months after being captured by a terrorist organization called "Minvera". He made the switch to Shadow Company after they've recently rescued him.

Extra: He is considered to be paranoid, constantly looking over his shoulder and never letting anyone be behind him. While his eye injury was bad enough to make his right eye turn white and cloudy, he's not completely blind in the eye. He wears a contact lens in his right eye when on missions so that he has 20/20 vision.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

[south-of-heaven]

Bayley x Dakota x reader

What if reader tore her ACL and Bayley and Dakota look after her

Torn || Bayley x Reader x Dakota Kai

Summary: You tear you ACL and you're completely heartbroken over it.

The crowd roared with excitement as you and Charlotte Flair clashed in the brutal Hell in a Cell match. The adrenaline pumped through your veins as you fought with all your might. But then, in a split second, everything changed. A sharp pain shot through your leg, a deafening scream escaping your lips as you crumpled to the mat.

From the gorilla position, Bayley and Dakota watched in horror as the match took a turn for the worse. Seeing you in agony, they didn't waste a moment. Without a second thought, they bolted from their seats, sprinting down the ramp to reach you.

The ringside doctor was already by your side, assessing the situation. The pain was unbearable, the tears streaming down your face a testament to the agony you were experiencing. Bayley and Dakota rushed to your side, their expressions a mix of concern and fear.

"Hey, hey, we're here," Bayley's voice was laced with worry as she knelt beside you, gently brushing the hair off your forehead. "We've got you."

Dakota's hand found yours, her grip reassuring as she offered a small smile. "We're gonna get you through this."

The doctor's voice was a distant hum as he explained the severity of the injury, mentioning something about your ACL. The words barely registered as your mind was clouded with the pain and the disappointment that overwhelmed you.

An ambulance had been called, and your heart sank at the thought of leaving the match and being taken to the hospital. Your dreams of wrestling were crashing down around you, and it felt like a cruel twist of fate.

Bayley's hand cupped your cheek, her eyes holding a mixture of empathy and determination. "Hey, don't let this break you. You're strong, okay? We'll be with you every step of the way."

Dakota nodded in agreement, her voice soft but unwavering. "You're not alone in this."

Despite their comforting words, the tears continued to fall. The pain was physical, but the emotional toll was just as heavy. Bayley and Dakota's presence gave you a sense of security, but the reality of the situation was hard to bear.

As the ambulance arrived and the paramedics began their work, Bayley and Dakota stayed close, offering silent support. Your heartache was palpable, your sobs echoing through the arena. Bayley's arms encircled you, holding you close as if her embrace could shield you from the pain.

"We're here for you, no matter what," Bayley whispered, her voice filled with determination.

Dakota's hand never left yours, her grip unyielding as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your temple. "You're not alone, remember that."

In that moment, surrounded by their unwavering support, you realized that even though your wrestling journey had taken an unexpected turn, you weren't facing it alone. With Bayley and Dakota by your side, you knew you had the strength to overcome the physical and emotional challenges ahead.

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Survivor Series 2023

I was wrong...

When the copyright logo popped up on the bottom right corner to close out Survivor Series, I thought that was it, but it wasn't. Chicago's own, CM Punk made his WWE return after nine years. I have mixed emotions about his return.

Punk made his return to professional wrestling in 2021 for All Elite Wrestling. It was magical. Seeing Punk back in a wrestling ring was a moment I'll never forget because I never thought I'd see it. He even gave out the ice-cream bars he wanted so badly during his WWE run. Punk looked happy, I know I was. Then came the media scrum. This was embarrassing to watch. The unprofessionalism from Punk was through the roof. He threw the EVP's under bus, while insulting Adam Page. He dragged the company through the mud, while Tony Khan sat there looking defeated. Punk said he ''didn't approach it in the right manner" in an interview, but it was too late, the damage was done. The Young Bucks and Kenny Omega were suspended and the first trios champions had to vacate titles. While Punk was suspended, he was also injured, so he didn't matter if he was going to miss TV anyway. I also blame Khan not putting a stop to the media scum once Punk started going off. He should of shut Punk down and sent him home. Instead, Punk got his own show, Collision.

Collision could only have certain talent on it. No way were the Bucks, Omega or Page allowed on this show. Apparently Cristopher Daniels, Matt Hardy and Ryan Nemeth were turned away. I hated all of this. During his time off to rehab his injury, Punk showed up at WWE, but had to leave shortly after. It seemed like Punk knew his time was going to be short in AEW.

Punk would get into another altercation, but this time with Jack Perry at All In 2023. This was another disgraceful moment for CM Punk. This led him to being fired as Khan said he feared for his life. I don't feel like AEW quite recovered since the media scrum. Khan did not handle Punk well, so a lot of the blame goes to him, but Punk is the veteran here. He should of known better. Look at Sting, a veteran whose caused zero issues during his time in AEW. Sting come across as a humble and grateful individual.

When Punk was fired WWE, I thought there was no way he was going back. For weeks I heard CM Punk chants, and I honestly found them frustrating and pointless. But I was wrong. They weren't pointless. The fans that hoped and said that he would return were right. As bad as Punk's time in AEW was, he's history with WWE looked worse. He was never given the chance he deserved in the company for a long time. He never got that WrestleMania main event. He almost died due to a MRSA staph infection that was mismanaged thanks to a WWE doctor, and let's not forget that he was fired on his wedding day. So to see him last night was a shocker. I can't say I'm excited due to the mans history, but I'm interested in the plan going forward. How does it effect storylines going forward? Have plans now changed? Who will Punk face first? How does his return effect the dynamic in the locker room? So many unanswered questions.

Let's jump into the first match. It was the women's WarGames. This match never got boring. It worked at a nice pace. There were some high risk moves, but everyone came out safe. I thought Shotzi was going to die when she used a chair to leap off of and almost landed head/neck on it. Iyo Skye stood on top of the cage and put a bin over her and leapt off. I loved that spot. Charlotte Flair also did backflip off the top cage and almost landed directly on her feet. The tension between Becky Lynch and Charlotte got resolved as they worked together. The babyfaces won when Bayley took the pin. There were two moments during this match when Bayley stepped into save her teammates, but I have a feeling she will get the blame for being pinned. Bayley has been a heel for four years now, so it's time to mix it up. Overall, this was a pretty good match.

Gunther and The Miz had a way better match than I expected. At one point I thought Miz had it won when he delivered a low blow and skull crushing finale to Gunther, who kicked out. The Miz lost here and that was a good thing. As mentioned, I want to see Miz go through a bad patch after this. Change his character up. Have him scratch and claw his way back.

Santos Escobar has an exciting bout with Dragon Lee. Santos won clean, but he needed to look strong as he has just gone solo. Lee looked great and he is still new enough to the WWE, so the loss isn't major.

Zoey Stark and Rhea Ripley had decent match. Stark lost, and she still needs more time to develop, but I think she's got something special about her.

The men's WarGames didn't pull me in like I thought it would. Maybe having two WarGames matches in one night is not the best idea as it takes away some of the magic of the match. I didn't think anyone slacked or did a bad job, it just didn't excite me. Although, Randy Orton's return did get me invested. Orton looked great as he packed on some muscle. The babyfaces won the match and CM Punk returned to eye up the competition in the ring.

This was a solid PLE, even tough it was obvious Gunther, Ripley and Santos were going over. I don't know what the fall out for the men and women of the WarGames matches will be, but having Bayley turn face would in interesting. With Punk watching on after the men's match, we have some stuff cooking for the Royal Rumble.

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[ BREAKING NEWS: MIXMATCH'S SECRETS REVEALED! LEAD MATCHMAKER 'EROS' HOSPITALIZED AFTER BEING LEFT FOR DEAD?! ]

At February 4, 20██, local authorities found matchmaker 'Eros' (fake name) being carried by one of their coworkers, matchmaker 'Cupid' (fake name).

'Cupid' explained what happened to the victim when they found him, stating that he was beaten up and that there was a gunshot wound on his chest. The doctors have done what they could when the authorities came to the scene, and luckily enough, he has been saved by his co-worker.

"When people were talking about the gunshot and.. and whatnot, I got worried. Eros is a friend of mine, so I had to go and check to see what happened," stated 'Cupid'. "And when I got there, he was laying on the ground, unconscious. I thought he died."

Due to the severity of his wounds, he and his companion, 'Cupid', sent him to the hospital so he can recover from the experience. However, from the injuries alone, it would be difficult to work for the upcoming event Celestia Inc. plans on covering. "We spent weeks trying to prepare for the Valentine's event— it's a big deal back at our company. But now, with Eros needing to recover, we have to think about rescheduling or even cancelling altogether." Despite the grim news, the doctors have told that the gunshot wound did not hit any vital organs, and was thankfully dealt with during the heat of the moment. If things proceed accordingly, they have stated that 'Eros' may be able to recover to get back to work.

However, there is one question that's been circulating around the general public.

Who could've done this to the lead matchmaker? And why do they want him dead? Still, the public is in an outrage, and things are still unfolding as of documenting the news. Should anyone know who the culprit is, please speak to the investigator, Yelan, alongside witness accounts.

The authorities have put both under witness protection and will be kept under close surveillance to prevent any recurring incidents to occur.

Written by Charlotte of Steambird. Documented in February 04, ████, at 5 PM.

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Letters to Emily - Chapter 3:

Dear Emily,

It's been a while since my last letter. We had our open house/welcome party. It was all going so well until Lute came down with the remaining Exorcists. They invaded the hotel and killed so many souls.

We fought back the best we could with that sort of sneak attack. We would have never thought something like that would happen, especially not during that evening. Our main group and those souls strong enough to fought back or smart enough to hide survived. However, there's a close call.

My dad has really been pushing himself lately, which means he was already in a sort of weaken state. It only got worse when he wasn't able to call upon his powers and ended up taking a bad hit for Alastor by an angelic weapon by Lute. It seemed like that's what she had wanted. What she had hoped for.

She took advantage of the situation and now I'm here in the Sloth Ring. They have the best hospitals. Belphegor is personally seeing to my dad's injuries while she sent her best doctors to tend to the surviving sinners in the Pride Ring.

I don't know if my dad is going to make it. This will be my last letter. I hope you understand.

Your friend, Charlotte Morningstar, currently active Queen of Hell

~

Tears fell onto the parchment in Charlie's lap, no longer to hold them back. How could they do something like this? She couldn't lose him. Not again. She just got him back! Looking over at her father resting on the hospital bed next to her, Charlie took his hand in his.

He was too still. Too quiet. The only thing that kept her together was the steady beeps from the machines hooked up to him. "Please... don't leave me. Don't leave me all alone."

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MOONSHINE

It's short and tame. Still a goodie.

      

London, 1778

 The doctor came out from a black coach. Coughing his thanks for the footman’s assistance, he proceeded up the stairs to Thistleton Estate alone.

Lord Edmund Thistleton greeted him at once, and Lady Charlotte wanted no time wasted after that. “Please see to her. She’s still in bed!”

“Is she chained down?” asked the doctor suddenly. His words prompted the exchange of surprised glances between the couple.

“Why would we? She’s just a child, not a beast,” stated Lord Thistleton.

“A child can be a beast,” replied the doctor.

Shocked, the family led him inside, up to the attic. Little Esther Thistleton, lovely as a dying morning glory, was indeed in bed, her tangled dark hair spilling over a muslin pillow. Esther began to growl from the bed, then she cried out in pain, baring her teeth as the moon outside her window floated among midnight clouds. 

The doctor took note of this and, in a detached manner, addressed the family. “I’m sorry, the girl is past my help. A case like this, so severe, one might wonder if your daughter may actually change with the upcoming full moon.”

The Thistletons held no belief in werewolves, but they wept and pleaded for reconsideration until the doctor, who despised reducing such fine people to puddles of tears, said slowly, “I do have a colleague in Oxford I could ask. He specializes in natures such as these in children.”

Mr. Thistleton paid the doctor in advance, and Lady Charlotte packed a box of the child’s belongings for the coach.

Once in the coach with the child, the doctor opened a flask of moonshine, and gave solemn Esther a small sachet of sweets to occupy her for the road.

At the end of the journey, Esther looked first at the doctor’s manor, and then up at the coachman, who regarded her with a perplexed countenance.

“Tristan’s my name. You come running for me if anything scares you, Miss. Anything.”

It scared Esther that they were not in Oxford.

The doctor supplied her with another handful of sweets, reassuring the poor girl she would be back home in no time. Then he sent her to bed. But Esther couldn’t sleep, and paced in the guest bedroom. Had the coachman been trying to warn her of something?

She paced and paced until she found more of the doctor’s candy under the bed. Esther could smell it then, the mixture of fear, of uncontrollable impulses. Moonshine. Muscle and sinew began shifting in agony, breaking twisting bending. Her vision darkened and deepened, her nose twitched and enlarged, forming a snarl. Her final coherent thought was a scream, and then the wolf took it away from her. 

The coachman had an uneasy rest that night, and awoke knowing that he needed to see if the child was still with the doctor. His conscience wouldn’t be able to bear it if he was too late.

He took the carriage to the doctor’s manor. This time, he would not turn a blind eye to the doctor’s vices. Just when he was about to go in, Esther Thistleton stepped out: Disheveled, stricken, and bloody. 

“My God,” breathed Tristan, and Esther approached him. 

“He was a bad man, sir. Can you take me home?”

Tristan swallowed, nodded, and Esther got into the carriage with an agility that didn’t easy come to girls of ten. But Tristan was happy enough for her request that he had no wish to taint it with questions. He was thinking of how to explain what the doctor had done to Esther, what he had done to all the children…

Tristan stopped the horses suddenly. He could have sworn he’d heard Esther grunting in pain behind him in the carriage.. 

“Miss Esther?”  He swung himself onto the ground.

“No.” 

“Miss, I suspect you must be treated for injury. The doctor, he -.”

“NO!” Her voice rumbled. Esther’s breathing turned into a series of snarls.

Tristan swallowed, and stared at his reflection in the carriage door. Then he opened it.

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“Beginnings”

Pre—Accident!Stephen Strange x Fem! Surgeon!OFC, Grey’s anatomy Crossover.

A/N: First of all I have a lot of Original Characters that I am adding to this Series, Which I will Explain the roles right now before moving along into the actual writing part!

Chief of General Surgery: Doctor Jack Wilson

General Surgery Attending: Doctor Liam Jones

General Surgery Resident: Doctor Lucas Miller

Chief of Thoracic Surgery: Doctor Charlotte Garcia.

Thoracic Surgery Attending: Henry Davis

Thoracic Surgery Resident: Camila Taylor

OBGYN/Neonatal Surgeon: Emily Perez

Fetal Surgeon: Evelyn Lopez

Pediatrician: Asher Lewis.

Neurosurgery Resident: Noah Sanchez.

Orthopedic Surgeon: Aria Adams

Hand Surgeon: Layla Rivera

Spine Surgeon: Ethan Carter

Trauma Surgeon: Hazel Evans

Pediatric Surgeon: Aurora Baker

Interns: Amy Nelson, David Torres, James Scott, Shelby Edwards, Willow Brooks.

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Chapter Two: Beginnings Of Tragic Incidents.

Chapter Summary: after Blake talked with Cristina about what’s been going on in Seattle with Meredith and Everyone else, her Interns do something unforgivable, something she can’t even Fathom forcing her to do something, maybe even tell her boyfriend.

CW//TW: Medial Terminology, Drama, Shouting, Surgery, Trauma, Cursing, Stephen getting mad at the interns, a Bunch of different OC’s, Blake and Christine are best friend, mentions of Derek shepherd’s Death, Trauma, Flashbacks, Cristina and Blake are like soulmates, injuries, mentions of Cutting an LVAD wire.

“So he totally is Like Meredith’s McDreamy, Huh?” Cristina said over the Phone call, Blake Hissed at her to shut up as she was in the Female Attendings Locker room, Pulling on her Dark Blue Scrubs. “Cristina!” She Whisper Shouted.

Cristina Snorted before ending the call, She Met Stephen Outside heading towards the Nurses Station to get and find there own Cases, like Any hospital Worked. “By the way where are your Stupid Interns?” He asked. Blake stopped, blinking her eyes noticing that none of her little Suck ups were around her, Malia Noticed the Doctor becoming Suspicious and Knew she had to tell on the Poor Interns.

"Doctor Shepherd, one of your Patients on the transplant list came back in after his heart was failing again despite the LVAD, They've been in his room for an hour now, I think his name was Daniel Cooper." Malia said, Blake had a bad feeling about all this, She nodded at Stephen and Malia to come with her. The Trio Scrambled to Cooper's Room, standing in shock when they saw what was happening. "What the hell.." Blake mumbled, her eyes widened in shock, seeing Amy Pumping his heart Manually as the LVAD Wire was cut with a Pair of Scissors next to it. "Amy, What the hell did you do?!" She Practically yelled, "and why are all you fools helping her?!"

Amy didn't respond continuing to Pump his heart, Blake looked at Stephen who shook his head, she nodded to Malia, "Malia take over Pumping his Heart, and Amy step away from the Patient." Malia Nodded and Tried to gently take the device away but Amy screamed no and said not to touch her, Blake Ignored Amy for now telling Malia to stay with her and to help Amy if she allowed her to, Blake turned to the three other Idiot doctors, "You three, In the hall. Now." She ordered.

Blake was angry, seething even. "What the hell were you three thinking, you could have killed that Patient." She said, Stephen was right next to her agreeing with her words, "Even worse, you could have endangered your careers and be sued for assaulting a Patient." Stephen added. David Tried to speak but Blake shushed him, "No, Not a word, you are not to speak, Not a single word, I don't wanna have to Testify against any of you fools." She said.

The Group was silent for a moment, “I assume you ran labs..” She said, Her eyes showing a Furious anger and Disappointment. They stayed Silent only fueling her Annoyance and anger, "Well?..." She demanded. James spoke, "you told us not to speak-"

"I know I did, Now did you run labs?!.." Blake said, tapping her foot impatiently, David Nodded, Blake sighed as she gave out orders, "Okay, Shelby Jack's been asking for you." She said giving her the order to go, before turning to the rest of the amazingly idiotic Interns, "David go get those labs and come right back, do not talk to anyone, go straight there and back."

Then She turned to James, "Now you, follow me and Stephen Right now."

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A Few Hours later and both Blake and Stephen were making sure Mr. Cooper was okay, She listened to his heart with her Stethoscope sighing at how weak it sounded. "Why Amy... Why would you do this?.." She said, Continuing to to Listen to his heart while Stephen did a quick Neuro Exam to ensure he was okay in the head, no concussion or any Brain Bleed whatsoever. "Because he needs that heart and I love him.. I love him so damn Much Doctor Shepherd.." The Intern Whispered, Blake shook her head sighing In Disappointment.

"Oh for God's sake, you fell in love with a Patient.." Blake sighed, exasperated, Stephen was really trying to hold back all his anger at the Interns. "Well his Brain is Okay, No signs of anything wrong with his brain." Stephen Said. David Came in with the Labs, "Labs are back, His State is becoming worse." Blake sighed Knowing exactly what that Meant. Amy Spoke now, "He'll get the heart right, He's gonna get the heart? He has to. You'll Sign the papers that he'll be put at the top of the list-" She was quickly Interrupted by Blake's cold tone.

"Those are the Kind of things I would tell a doctor, and right now you are not a doctor, you are a Visitor." She said, her eyes showing how furious she actually was. "What?.." Amy asked in complete and utter disbelief. "You will no longer be a doctor in this Hospital until I say Otherwise. Now Step away from Mr. Cooper and let Malia Take over." She Ordered.

Malia came over slowly taking it away from Amy as Blake Glared at her slightly, making the rest of the Interns Shrink underneath her Gaze.

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Blake told Stephen to carry on with the rest of his Surgeries while she went to talk to the Chief of the hospital about this certain Incident without exposing her Interns for doing this.

She asked the Chief about a Hypothetical Question with the exact same Situation, In which she explained that Mr. Cooper move to the top of the list and receive the heart Immediately but ordered that whoever did that was to be in her Office for Intense Consequences for endangering a Patients Life.

Blake nodded, "Of course, Ma'am."

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Which ended with the Interns getting yelled at by the chief and forced to not even go near a Surgical case unless they fessed up on who did it and to share one single Patient to give her what she needed.

Later on Blake was sitting at the Nurses Station, Checking on different Patient files and Images, as Stephen was Charting, "So, How bad was their Punishments?" Stephen asked with a Snide Smirk on his face. Blake sighed, Shaking her head. "The Chief said no more surgeries until they confess that Amy did it and they had to share one singular Patient." She snorted, Searching up another Patient file.

Malia was now delivering Labs due to Blake's Interns being Punished for their Stupid decisions, "Here you go Blake, Imaging is back for Ms. Collins." She said handing her the Tablet. Blake looked it over smiling to herself, "Oh.. I could use a little Great Neuro Case." She muttered. Stephen Looked up Suddenly Interested, Raising his eyebrow, "Oh no Mister, You have your own Solo Neuro Surgery in 30 Minutes, you need to get ready for that, I've got this one." She said, smirking to herself before teasing him. "Besides this woman has a nail in her head." She said, before rushing off.

Stephen Chuckled to himself, "Well Played, Doctor Shepherd."