~i can and i will. watch me.

32 Doctor at CCMC Chicago ✈️ New York

[alena-castillo]

It was a vicious circle between the two; back and forth in their relationship with the arguments then the making up - then all over again. Sometimes his friends would make bets on how long the two would be together, or how long they were be ‘broken-up’ before they’d get back together. Placing his hands on his legs, the man offered her a shrug. “I’ve been doing okay,” he confessed. “Working a lot to take up my time.” And that’s how it always was; the other partners at the law firm knew when Marcel and Alena were separated; when Marcel would be pulling overnighters in the office and working harder than he normally did. “I’m sure its the same for you, right? Just working more and getting through the day.”

Alena didn’t like the arguing nature of their relationship. Nor the fact that half the time she was at fault for things escalating. Her chalking it up to knowing what she did and didn’t want and being done if the latter won out. But why she ever really done with him? A question that had plagued her every day since walking out of his place after their fight. The little voice in her head was saying no. After all here she stood still talking to him when most people would have walked away from their ex. Her eyes fixated on the ground as she nodded a long with his words. “Yeah I know how you get when it comes to work.“ She pointed out, looking up at him again. Alena could stop herself from full on arguing however sly comments weren’t out of the question. “It is. I’ve joked the hospital was holding me hostage but truth is I wanted to be there. Idle hands and all that shit.”

[alena-castillo]

Alena hadn’t seen TJ in a few days and despite the fact that they’d still been texting everyday like the best friend they were but she wanted to physically see him. Going over a week without hanging out felt weird and she needed to change that. Tapping his name on her phone, she typed out a quick text saying that she was coming over. Sending the message, she clicked her phone off and grabbed her purse. The drive to his place wasn’t a long one even with her having stopped by a cafe on the way. Approaching his door, she knocked on it, waiting for him to answer. “Tick tock! I brought coffee and donuts! Can’t eat them all by myself!”

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[alena-castillo]

v--leon:

“Only I have known you since you were a little girl, stealing popsicles from old man Marvin with me,” she pointed out. “Now look how far we’ve come,” Alena mostly since Veronica still gladly engaged in illegal activities. “Seriously, Lena. You take care of everyone, but forget to take care of yourself. Which is unacceptable,” she declared in an assertive voice, because Veronica cared about her, and she didn’t care about the others. “Gods, you mean make up sex, don’t you?” V scrunched up her nose before a light sigh escaped her. “It is a good reason, I admit, but if it’s the only reason why you keep going back…” her voice trailed off. “Maybe you did tell me but I can’t keep track so you need to tell me once more. Why did you break up last time? And how come you’re back together?”

“Yeah until the day you got us caught,“ Alena rolled her eyes, but also smiled to show that she was only teasing. “We’ve come far but I think deep down we’re both still those girls.” It wasn’t a bad thing in her eyes. “I’m taking care of myself. I’m okay.” It was a lie trying so hard to be the truth. The honest truth was that Alena hadn’t really known if she was all the way okay or merely trying to convince herself that she was. “It’s not the only reason I keep going back. I love him and you know how my love can be intense.” She explained. “It’s...he was starting to act like a different person. So much attitude all the time because of work. I know I have an attitude of my own but both together it was like gasoline and a lit match. We were on fire and not the good kind so I walked away.” Whether it was for the time being or forever, she didn’t know.

[itselenadiaz]

@crystalcitystarters​

“Are you trying to go shot for shot right now?” Izzy asked as she looked over at the customer who was off to her left. Picking up a beer out of the fridge, she slid it over to the man on the right before grabbing the tip. “As much fun as it would be and I could totally drink you under the table, I’m still working.” Picking up the empty shot glass and tossing it under the bar into the bucket of dirty glasses. “How about I give you a raincheck? Next time I’m off I’ll go shot for shot with you.” 

[alena-castillo]

Alena surely didn’t need to be going shot for shot with anyone at this point in the night but that never stopped her from trying. “Boo! You’re no fun,” She exclaimed, giving her friend a pouty lip at the denial of her challenge. “I’ll take the raincheck but if you wuss out next time I’m leaving a bad review on yelp.” She joked, taking a sip of her long island.

[alena-castillo]

mcrcellous:

She was right, even if she said it was an issue, Marcellous probably wouldn’t have gone elsewhere … mostly because there weren’t any other empty benches around. Letting out a slight chuckle, the man shrugged at her question and sat on the bench. “Touche, Castillo,” he spoke, amused. “Following the regime I wrote out for you, or did you find someone else to do your workouts?” Yes, he did purposefully ignore her comment about his busy days with his cases - it was a tense topic for the both of them having long days but trying to keep a stable relationship.

Alena had caught on to him ignoring her comment. Any other day she may have pushed him to acknowledge it but they were in public. “Following the one you wrote. I’m used to it no need to put myself through a new routine.“ She shrugged, taking a seat on her own bench. “How—” Alena tried to get her next words out, hesitance catching her tongue for a moment. Taking a deep breath she pushed herself to restart and get it out. “How have you been?" Half of her felt like there was no right to ask, after all she was the one who had ended things. The other half of her leaning more towards her having the right to ask whatever she wanted. 

[alena-castillo]

dylanemorgan:

—  

“I like a girl that knows her way around the cameras.” Dylan laughed. It had very became an open secret between her and Alena what she did, not that she minded given the fact Alena never commented on it. Sure her sometimes significant other played ball for the other family, but tragic taste in men wasn’t something that Dylan batted an eye at. At the mention of being a daddy’s girl Dylan felt herself flinch slightly, she knew what that was like. Especially even after all of these years her dad still had a hold on her. “What for calling you a daddy’s girl or a brat?” She asked teasingly. At Alena’s words Dylan couldn’t help but find the humor, she did enjoy Alena’s boy drama, even if it had became an easy distraction from her life. “I see. Well I can’t say it would be a loss if he didn’t. I mean hey at least you might find someone worthy of your time, Lena. This back and forth can’t be good for either of you.” She was the pot calling the kettle black, but she was trying to be supportive to her friend. “Do you even want this to continue or do you want it to finally end?”

“That and other things. I was in the wrong when it came to those two though because they weren’t saying anything that wasn’t true. I just hated hearing it over and over again.” Alena would be the first person to admit that she was a brat back then. Her independence and tendency to get whatever she wanted making her that way. It was still hard hearing the word no. And even harder not having aspects of her life going exactly the way she wanted, her relationship especially. “It’s not.” She agreed quietly, afraid to truly face the fact by saying it louder. “I love him but I don’t know if that’s enough. I’m stuck in the middle of what to do. What do you think I should do? Move on or try to figure it out?” Alena rarely, if ever, asked people for relationship advice but it was easier with her knowing they were in somewhat similar situations.

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[itselenadiaz]

@alena-castillo

[alena-castillo]

mcrcellous:

“Right,” Marcellous agreed with a light chuckle, a hand finding the back of his damp neck, rubbing it. “I figured at this time of day you’d be at the hospital, though. Doing … whatever it is you doctors do, ya know?” Finding a free bench, the man placed his white towel and water bottle on top of the black top. “You mind if I take the bench next to yours?” he asked with an arched brow. He had hoped she wouldn’t bring anything up from their fight in public.

“Saving lives is what we do,” She began, bending down to pick her water up from the floor to take a sip. “And even I need a day off sometimes. Burnout happens to the best of us,” Everyone in Alena’s life knew that she was a workaholic through and through. The day had been one of her sporadic off days though and she had nothing better to do. “You should know something about that with your big cases and all.” It was obvious she was taking a shot at the reason why they were on the outs in the first place. She couldn’t help herself but to bring it up. “I don’t mind but if I said I did would you actually have gone somewhere else?” Alena asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

[alena-castillo]

v--leon:

“Chaos is the word, my darling. A beautiful chaos,” she playfully kicked her leg up, grinning. “Please, that’s always been your excuse– it’s time to find a new one, isn’t it.” Teased she– and it was all she could do. Guilt tripping an excellent doctor and giving her a hard time was not an option. So yes, teasing and bringing her a decent meal whenever she had time was all she could so. “Mm, I agree it’s not the best of solutions but what can we do except make sure we have a sweet reunion every once in a while.” Something longer than a 30 minute break, of course. A confused brow creased her forehead. “You broke up with him… Why? And now you’re back together… Why? And more importantly Lena, why don’t I know any of this!” Her shock decreased gradually as she heard Alena out. V could fully shake someone off out of defiance, only if she challenged herself to do it– Intense hatred was a great fuel, as it turned out.

“Only you would’ve caught that it was a repeat excuse.” Alena pointed out, hating that she was that transparent to the other. Another excuse that was better than the actual reason would have to be found. The actual reason being that she was so busy that it simply slipped her mind. That and the occasional wine hangover that had her napping in her office on breaks. A couple days off was something she needed to decompress but probably wouldn’t take for a while. The naps were working, she told herself. “Our reunions are always the best too.” She offered a smile. “No, no opposite. We got back together and now we’re broken up. And hey I thought I told you. It’s not a new thing.”

[alena-castillo]

dylanemorgan:

— 

“It might actually be holding you hostage, blink twice if you’re in trouble.” She joked with a laugh. “I can always come rescue you if worst come to worst. I’m great at hostage situations.” She commented off handedly. She did truly have a way of getting what she wanted out of people and making them talk until she got the info she needed. “I see. I mean if she didn’t have a broke leg she probably could have took you.” Dylan told her with a wink of her own to let her know she was messing with her. “God I can’t remember being that age but I’m sure we were just as big of brats as that girl was. Especially if someone would have tried to take away something we loved.” She still got pissy to date when things she enjoyed were taken away. “Speaking of things that we love…. what is going on with you and your boy toy? Are you on or off this week?”

“I know where all the cameras are too so we’ll be good for my escape.“ She laughed, shaking her head. “Maybe.” Had the girl been older a problem with Alena wouldn’t have been something ideal. The martial arts and self defense classes she took when as a kid and teen still remained ingrained in her mind. “I think I was probably even more of a brat. Only child, daddy’s girl, and all that shit,” Taking things from Alena was never a good move. Her possessiveness was something she actively tried to get rid of but it never went anywhere. “I can’t even tell you how many people almost got their asses kicked in high school. I’m talking an everyday thing.” It was a problem but one of the ones that had been improved. Upon the next question, she sighed, placing her chin on her hand. “Off but maybe on again once he apologizes for being an ass. Last time was my fault but this time was definitely him.” Alena knew the back and forth would have to stop at some point, both options scared her more than she cared to admit though.

[alena-castillo]

camillaxio:

“How dramatic you are,” Cami comments with a playful roll of her eyes. Alena is dramatic, but then again, so is she. She knows many a nights where the other put up with her doing too many tequila shots over an ex who broke her heart or something equally not as life altering. She laughs at those nights now. “God, you know me so well, I could eat a horse, can we make this a liquid lunch? I can fill you in on all the hot goss around Crystal City,” she entices, eyebrows going up, snorting with the laugh that comes with the action.

“Takes one to know one.” Alena winks, playfully nudging her. She’s sure part of the reason they get along so well is their dramatics. “People are being gossip worthy?” Alena lets out a dramatic gasp, making a show of placing her hand over her mouth feigning actual shock. Realistically she knows that there’s always something or someone to talk about around town. “Liquid lunch sounds great though.”

[dantewalker]

It had been a week or two after their fight and Marcellous hadn’t heard from Alena. Sure, he had attempted to contact her a few times … mostly when there was the poison of choice running through his veins. However, his pride got in the way each time his finger would hover over her name on his phone screen. The only time Alena didn’t cross his mind was when he was deep in his daily work out; the Energy Hub was where he could be found during the day whenever he had a chance in between cases. A quick mile run, then Marcel hit the weight racks when he saw her - Alena. “Well, this is the last place I thought I’d see you at this time of day, Doctor,” Marcel spoke as he approached her. @alena-castillo​

[alena-castillo]

Alena had been in the middle of her workout when a familiar voice was heard, a voice that she wouldn’t admit to anyone that she wanted to hear for the past week or two. She was an emotional brick half the time. The other half, the time she spent with Marcellous, she couldn’t help herself from getting emotional. The most recent time ending up with them in a fight and not talking to each other. There was very little she would put up with even from someone she said she loved. She sighed, turning around to him, putting up the only thin wall she could. “Don’t act like I’m not the one who showed you this place.“

[dailytvfilmgifs]

YOU 2.03 “What are Friends For?”

[dantewalker]

@alena-castillo

[dylanemorgan-deactivated2020110]

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“Hello lovely,” Dylan smiled as she took a seat across from Alena. It had been a minute since she’d seen her with their busy schedules, but the stars had finally alined and she’d agreed to meet Alena when she was off work. As usual they’d picked Rose’s Dinner, since it was about the only thing open at this time besides the ER. “I feel like I haven’t got to see you in forever.” Sighing dramatically at her words to add extra flare to them. “Has anything been up lately? You know I always love a good story.”

[alena-castillo]

“I know I feel like the goddamn ER’s been holding me hostage and I’ve finally escaped.” Alena loved her job with her whole heart but like anyone there were times where she grew tired of it. The tiring parts being more so the paperwork and colleagues rather than dealing with patients. That was never the problem even when they lashed out on her. “Well a twelve year old tried to fight me a couple hours ago. In her defense I was telling her that she couldn’t cheer for six to eight weeks and it’s her passion. She had a broken leg though so I don’t know what the hell she expected me to say.”

[alena-castillo]

v--leon:

“Well, I do blame her. Not having common sense nowadays can get her killed,” especially in a city like Crystal Cove. “I think she learned her lesson and will be able enjoy it with a cup of freshly roasted coffee! The way I see it: a happy ending,” she concluded with a cocky grin as she made herself comfortable in an armchair nearby. “Bon appetite,” she whispered fondly as she noticed Alena’s face light up. Veronica usually provoked a different kind of reaction from people so every time she did bring a smile to someone’s face was worth savoring. “Blood is thicker than water, my darling. No worries, we’ve been busy, it’s alright.” Maybe, just maybe Veronica preferred this arrangement. After all she hadn’t been close or bffs with anyone since her father’s death. “And how have you bee– Wait, bf? The bf?!,” she gave her an incredulous look.

“You’re a mess. You know that?“ Her amusement was more than obvious with her teasing. The reaction had actually reminded her a lot of herself. “Thanks for being a life saver. I was running late this morning and skipped breakfast.” She explained, taking a seat in her chair and setting up the food on her desk. “Yeah I know but busy or not I don’t like us disappearing on each other.” Her voice came softer than normal, the words being something she’d seldom say out loud to anyone. Always needing to keep the small abandonment issues she had under lock and key. “Don’t tell me I didn’t tell you we got back together? Although it doesn’t really matter now anyway since I broke up with him,” She paused briefly, rolling her eyes at the thought of their current situation. “Again. That’s pathetic I know but I can never fully shake him.” Alena never really outwardly called herself pathetic to anyone but with family it was okay to call herself out.

[alena-castillo]

kngofhell:

“Maybe two waters,” he says, sliding another way because she looks, and sounds like she needs it. Elias recognizes that because he’s been there far too many times to count, too many whiskys, too many tequila shots, a pill he wasn’t used to, whatever it was, he’d been there. “I mean, you can’t really break the tradition of it all, but if you must, I suggest medicine backed up by a green juice, if you believe it keep me alive for most of the day after,” he tells her and then laughs “god, fuck, don’t tell anyone I’m sitting here having a hangover cure discussion with you, what will become of my reputation?” he laughs softly “are you going to be okay though? do you need me to call you a car?”

More water couldn’t hurt, Alena thought to herself. The more hydrated she was the more likely she’d feel okay in the morning rather than dealing with a massive hangover. “I’m well versed in the green juice and it’s powers. Back in med school it saved me from the world’s worst hangover on an exam day,” She agrees, rolling her eyes at her past reckless antics as if she learned from them when she really hadn’t. “I’ll keep quiet for the sake of your reputation if you keep quiet for the sake of mine. Last thing I need is people to start thinking they can drink me under the table.” Alena takes another sip of her water before shaking her head at his offer. “I’ll be okay after the water. Probably call a friend to come get me.”

[veronica-leon]

@alena-castillo​

“I’m family and I think we both know this might be the only meal doctor Castillo has today, thanks to god-forsaken American healthcare system! And it is in your best interest to let me see her, Felicia. How does free coffee for a month at my diner sound, hm?” Before the nurse could react, Veronica walked past her and entered Alena’s office. “Can you believe this! I practically had to bribe my way in,” she teased, a grin lighting up her face as she approached her cousin and placed a quick kiss on her cheek. “It was about time we caught up. Also, I bring goodies.” V handed over a paper bag with a chicken salad and a slice of pie inside. “Homemade and still warm.”

[alena-castillo]

Hearing a familiar voice from outside her office, Alena got up and opened the door slightly ajar to see who it was. Shaking her head as her cousin walked through the door a moment later. “Don’t blame Felicia I told her not to let anyone in. Should’ve let her know family doesn’t count as just anyone but I thought she had more common sense.” She explained, placing a kiss on her cousins cheek as well. “Goodies? I’m excited,” She clapped her hands together before grabbing the bag and tearing into it. “Of course the goodies would be my favorite. You’re still so good to me even though I’ve been missing in action lately. Which I am sorry about. Patients, endless back and forth with the bf, all that kind of shit. You know?”