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Cedric Ivor | 30 | Nurse Anesthetist + Capo for The Vittoris. Lives in rosemont–la petite-patrie. Unmarried with no children.

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emiliaking·:

The gentle throb of her bones was persistent, enough that any normal person would’ve said yes to pain medication and been done with it… but Emilia King was far from normal right now. Her dreams resembled something more like horror movies, gunfire and blood plaguing every inch of them. A constant sense of panic sat in her mind, threatening to spill over at any moment, though she’d done a good job so far of keeping it at bay. Forcing a small smile on her face, she waved her hand. “I’m good- thank you, it’s um… fine.” Evading sleep- much to the chagrin of her care professionals she was sure -was a priority for Emilia. Anything to not relive the previous day’s events. Emilia’s eyes followed him around the wrong for a moment before they fell the floor. There was more to the story than she was willing to admit, but saying out loud made things real. As if words could keep her in a naive delusion until the powderkeg exploded. Fingers nervously played with the sleeve of her shirt before she let out a small breath. “There were but I didn’t- They missed me.” One day her luck was going to run out, she was sure of it.

Emilia nodded while he spoke. So far, all the staff she’d come in contact with had been extremely kind. Granted nearly half had been scared into submission the moment Milena King ripped through the emergency room like a hurricane, the memory floating in the haze of her arrival in the hospital. Since then, more people had shown up to keep an eye on the King girl: Alex, Cassidy, the list went on. While she loved her family with every beat of her heart, they weren’t the most… approachable crowd? It was the first time she’d found herself alone at the hospital, attention falling on Cedric. “Yeah, of course, I understand… just- if you’re doing anything with needles give me a head’s up? So I can close my eyes like a real adult.”  The attempt at a joke was the best she could do, Emilia’s usual lighthearted nature deflating thanks to the situation. So as long as she faked a sense of calm, maybe he wouldn’t feel inclined to give her anything sleep inducing? 

Work. Now there was a topic she could talk about, as if reading from a script. Distractions had been her best friend in the past few months, serving as an outlet while the worked turned faster and faster with every passing minute. “Oh, I intern at a law firm, so case briefs or the occasional Tim Hortons run if needed?” She nodded, eyes still trained on the male. 

Cedric watched the woman closely, feeling very little empathy for her situation despite his outward projection. If he played nice he would gain her trust, and keep his job of course. But regardless the man did feel a twinge of frustration with this situation. Finishing the job was so significantly less cumbersome when his patient was unconscious and barely breathing, at the mercy of a scalpel and improperly administered propofol. Yet, here he was. Cedric Ivor, grinning with warmth and caring, radiating false charm for the stranger he was about to murder. “Okay, Emilia. You let me know though okay? Just say the word and we’ll get you something for the pain.” 

Cedric watched the woman’s face as she spoke. Not only was she... bashful, but also looked exhausted. That was good. Low self esteem, currently impaired judgement. The perfect prey for him to manipulate. The man took her forearm gently to inspect the IV, nodding as she spoke and giving encouraging expressions. “Well, dear, I’d say you should consider yourself very, very lucky. To come out of a shootout without any bullet holes in your body is remarkable. I hope you feel the impact of that truth.” A gentle smile, lingering gaze. Small, light laugh at her joke. Just keep responding, he told himself, as he drew up a different plan in his head.  He tapped at her skin where needle met vein. “We’ll have to redo this, it looks like it shifted out of place.” There was nothing wrong with the IV whatsoever, but that was his ticket in. 

The nurse was just rummaging through the phlebotomy cabinet for an 18 gauge when his interest was piqued. He’d been half-heartedly listening to her conversation, but at mention of her job... his intentions shifted in their trajectory. A law firm? She could be useful. She could have extremely pertinent information. Hmm. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to pitch a new idea to the Boss. Rather than kill her, Cedric could use her. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d lured someone in for personal gain.

His inviting personality took on a whole new depth now. “Sounds like some hard work. You must be very intelligent,” he complimented. “I’ve never been a fan of Tim Horton’s. But I am a fan of coffee, so if you know a good brew there...?”

“Your bandages look fine,” he informed, pressing gauze atop the needle before he tugged it out of her skin. “You wanna know the trick to surviving an IV placement? It’s not to close your eyes, but to keep them up here. On mine. Tell me about yourself. Have any pets?” He gently tied a bright orange tourniquet about her upper bicep, and began tapping at her forearm again. 

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zephyrjcksn·:

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He hadn’t been there long. Almost silently, he’d watched as the man shuffled about Emilia’s room, shoulder pressed to the door frame he took up almost too easily. The two men he’d had watching the room hung back a little further, occupying chairs in the hall by the reception area of this particular wing. They’d see anyone who came in and out, and for the better part — Zephyr knew they’d have no issue following his orders to do so — knowing they came from Milena herself. “You’re not the same guy they sent in here before.” Beyond the humming sound of the machines at work, Zephyr’s voice shattered the facet of the other man being somewhat alone with the crown jewel of the Ivory as he stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. 

If Cedric hadn’t been on edge already, the sound of another’s voice -- knowing he didn’t belong -- made him jump. “Ah, Jesus!” The anesthetist chuckled, trying to brush the shock off as nervousness from being shocked. “Sorry. Didn’t see you there. Yeah, the other nurse got called up to a patient in the ICU, so they sent me down. Are you family?” Small talk to maintain the facade. Cedric had to get the man out of the room immediately, before his cover was blown. Already his time to complete the hit was diminishing rapidly, and now this hurdle -- he tore through his mind for solutions. He wasn’t supposed to be in this room. If he left it and the patient died shortly after, he’d be caught instantly, because now an outside party had caught him snooping around. And if he didn’t complete the job, the Vittoris would have his ass.

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aiylapryce·:

          “They had one happen to them.” Aiyla cut in, confirming the status of her current case, which had only kicked off as of this morning, prompting her to have a look into matters before heading back to the office to put together case notes. And of course, search for any witnesses, and medical professionals to assist with the explanation, it was a pretty open and close case. No real concerns for the ‘win’. “So, consider yourself on the money.” The brunette reassured him, his educated guess that of fact.

          “What are you doing here then? I told you my story, so, tell me yours.” The woman was curious, it was in her nature to be. Why do you think she was in her current career path? So, whilst he was clearly in a medical profession, a CRNA as he mentioned, was he here for personal research? Furthering qualifications?

Cedric had never been one too interested in law beyond what he was required to be familiar with to function as an ethical provider, so the man found himself genuinely enjoying his conversation with the stranger. He had more questions about the case, but then thought better of it. He doubted she would legally be allowed to tell him specifics, and didn’t want to put her in a position to break the law if not necessary.

“Personal research, I suppose. To retain my license I have to meet a certain amount of continued education hours. I’ve already passed the requirement but I get curious about things when I’m not at the hospital...” He paused, debating whether he should continue to share. “It helps keep me humble.”

“I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

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aiylapryce·:

          Quickly, Aiyla had secured the information she was looking for, more so at the hands of the gentleman before her, who seemed to know exactly where to locate it, let alone describe the process itself. Alas, with that, it meant her trip was drastically cut short, and had given her the erst of the day to tend to whatever errands she wished to outside of work. Because that’s what this was — work. Something he later came to question. “Mandatory. I’m a lawyer, needed to know the official process for a case I’m dealing with.” Of course, no other information could be supplied on her end, but that was enough to establish her reasonings behind such curiosity around the intricate process.

          “You sound like you know what you’re talking about. I assume you didn’t pick this up in the library?” Her curiosity not quite satiated in the sense of how he came to know such details. Perhaps it was her natural instinct to investigate further?

Interesting. And a possible lie. Why not subpoena a physician to explain the process on the stand? Either a lie or she wasn’t handling this case as effectively as she should be. Cedric had no qualms with suppressing his cynicism for temporary results, however. So he chuckled, and gave her his own truth. 

“I’m a CRNA. I work with anesthesia,” he said it lightly, as if his title held no gravity. “I’m assuming your client was either trying to perform a trach, or had one happen to them? Let me guess...  I’ll take medical malpractice for 400, Alex.”

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emiliaking·:

Finger’s gently picked at bandages, evidence that the past twenty-four hours had been more of shitshow than her day-to-day expected life. The accident had left her floating in turbulent waters, any hope of a lifejacket out of sight while she tried to keep her head above it all…. though Emilia wasn’t doing a very good job. Brown eyes looked towards the glass window in front of her as doctors and nurses hurried through the hospital halls. So far, the little pockets of solace she found were in her visitors, like Cassidy or Alex. Emilia yearned for any conversation that kept her from falling back into her thoughts, where an anxiety-ridden landscape was plagued with constant questions. What’s really going on? Why did it happen? Who did it? A plethora of confusion was present, answers were few and many in between. It left Emilia in the dark following horrific violence- a place that she wasn’t equipped to navigate. She glanced at her phone screen.  Her mother was on her way back, thanks to strings of texts Emilia had been getting within the past hour. All that was left to do was wait until she showed up.  

The gentle throb of her ribs, the smell of antiseptic- it all felt like sensory overload. Emilia was in half the mind to give someone like Louis a call when the doors to her room opened up. Thank god. The person that came into vision was a stranger, more hospital personnel that was most likely checking up on the King’s only child. ”Hi- it’s nice to meet you.” Knowing her mother and her formidable presence, she’d scared the staff into being kinder than usual. Emilia sat up, hands folded across her lap as she listened to him speak. Pain medication. Guaranteed to get her to fall asleep, although a dreamless night was far out of reach with everything that was going on. Emilia’s lips pursed at the thought. “It was…. a car accident.” That and a gunfight, but saying it all made it much more real than Emilia was ready to deal with. She shook her head in protest, biting the inside of her cheek, “You know what- I think I’m fine. I don’t really- the pain stuff, it just makes me foggy.” The words left her lips rushed, the brunette letting out a small breath. “Sorry- you probably have other people to deal with. I don’t want to be difficult, sorry.” Chronic apologies were apart of her nature.

Cedric actually hadn’t expected her to refuse pain medication. He raised his eyebrows and then nodded silently, placing the vial back into the  rx vault. “Are you sure? You’re pretty banged up, and it costs nothing from your pocket. Besides, there’s no harm in being foggy in here. We’re all here to take care of you.” He was really trying to sell her on it, because if he didn’t it was his ass on the line. He was the one who would have to answer for why she was still alive. Which was a shame -- she seemed sweet, admittedly really easy on the eyes and he’d be willing to bet she was just as intelligent. Luckily he’d taken a quick glance at her chart before rushing down to intrude, because her lie didn’t slip pass him.

“Just a car accident? We have it documented that there were gunshots involved. I didn’t get such a great report, though. Were you shot?” He sat down on the stool tucked beneath the counter and wheeled his way to the side of her bed, hands folded in his lap. He watched her intently. To any outsider looking in, he’d just appear to be a good listener. But in all actuality he was mentally piecing her together. She was apologizing to him multiple times, downgrading her worth in the face of his offered and assumed care. She had a low self esteem. He smiled, an inviting half grin. “You don’t have to apologize. Taking care of you is literally what I’m paid to do. If you don’t want to talk about what happened, I’m sure you’re pretty shaken up -- we can talk about whatever you want. I’m gonna do a quick assessment on you, check on your bandages. I also want to check that IV, looks like the previous nurse might have stuck you wrong, or you could have just shifted it out of place.” It was a lie. If he could get into her veins, he could get into her heart. If she didn’t want “pain” medication, that was fine He’d give her something for the nausea, or the anxiety, ect. ect. There were endless options.  He just had to pry to find which symptom was bothering her the most and “treat” it. “So, what do you do for work?” he asked, absentmindedly. He didn’t truly care, and he didn’t truly care about the bandages he was inspecting now. 

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dxncingonglass·:

Her conversation starter was definitely not supposed to have this effect, though it was certainly an experience to have him almost fussing over her, making her laugh quietly when he told her that she needed water and began tracing her veins with his fingertips. “I’m fine, I have water, see?” She wondered if he would fall for it so easily, the age-old vodka water switch that had been her saving grace on more than a few long rehearsal nights. Harlow knew her limits and she certainly knew how to keep herself in the best health when needed, but that didn’t mean she didn’t resort to self-medicating once in a while. “You’re sweet, but a hangover is the least of my worries, and a strangers health should be the least of yours!”

Cedric laughed lightly, drunkenly. “Strangers’ health is all I worry about. That’s vodka. I can smell it.” His words were mildly slurred as he tapped on her forearm. “Look. Look, your veins are flat, you need more water. C’mon,” he didn’t give her much of an option. He took her gently by the wrist and began leading her back to the bar. “Ay, get us two waters.” And when the bartender set them down before them, Cedric pushed his cup toward her too. “Drink, uh... I didn’t get your name? Did I tell you my name? Oh -- I’m a nurse. I forgot to tell you.”

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Cedric’s feet ached against the burn of rapid steps skating across tile. He had very little time. His partner that night had done a shoddy job on their hit and now he had to finish it before she could start asking questions, making assumptions. The anesthetist was practically sprinting towards the elevator -- not an uncommon sight in hospitals, but Cedric knew what he was doing and where his intentions were. And he’d be a fool if he said he didn’t get nervous doing this. He had a system in place to prevent blame from falling back on him and the Vittoris, but this one was going to be a lot harder to execute. Especially because she didn’t need an anesthetist. The stupid fuck hadn’t even injured her badly enough that she’d be transferred into his care. But there was no time to get riled over that.

As he entered the elevator, heavy breaths whipping through his nostrils, he gave the other nurses and physicians a friendly smile and a jovial chuckle. “Duty calls, am I right?” he joked. Mindless small talk to lessen suspicion until the small little 2 lit up. “My stop. I’ll see you guys around. Catch up for dinner later?” he called to one of the physicians, not waiting for an answer before he went briskly again towards the patient’s room. Counting the numbers as he passed the beds... 12, 13, 14, 15... 17. He came to a stop right outside of her room, took a deep breath  to center himself and entered with a knock on the glass slider. “Hello, Emilie. My name is Cedric I’m going to be your nurse for tonight. I heard you got into an accident...” he paused as he tugged on some gloves, quickly glancing over the young woman’s body. No severe injuries. That stupid fuck. He’d told the boss not to take him on. And now look where he was. But Cedric put on a smile so genuine, you’d never suspect he was tugging adenosine out of the medication vault. One massive intravenous dose to an otherwise healthy person would kill them. And that’s exactly what he planned to do. “Just gonna give you something for the pain here... Can you tell me what happened?”

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[cedric-ivor]

Cedric Ivor — @ Montreal Hospital Emergency Room staff dinner.

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There were a few things that Harlow hated about being new to a city, but it had been such a long time since she had been the new kid on the block that she had almost forgotten what it felt like, to not walk with complete confidence (some would call it arrogance). It had been a few weeks now though and she had decided that this city was so different from Russia, for a start she was sure that people might actually be friendlier, but the atmosphere was just a little more lively that even she couldn’t be grumpy as she wandered through the streets. Taking a turn and stepping into a bar, she felt more at ease, tightening the leather jacket that lay across her shoulders rather than shrugging it off, she made her way to the bar to order herself a drink, whiskey with exactly three ice cubes (because why not be extra pretentious?), before leaning herself up against the nearby wall. Heel kicked up against brickwork, Harlow looked through the room, the tiniest of smirks on her lips as she played with the straw in her drink, distracted by the lights and the low hum of people. She hadn’t noticed anyone approaching, but then she had been in another world or something close, her smirk grew a little and her lids lowered just enough as she turned on the charm, automatic defense system. “If your greeting doesn’t involve buying me a drink or taking me to an epic party, then don’t waste your breath.” Another sip from her drink before raising a brow at the other, waiting to see if they kept up their end.

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Cedric was a quiet man when he was intoxicated, mostly because he knew his mouth could get him in trouble even more than usual if he didn’t think twice about what was coming out of it. He wasn’t trashed, and was definitely off-setting the intoxication with the glasses of water he was ordering with every drink. But he was slurring, smiling, and sizing up a woman off to the side. Not so much her beauty but the nurse had noticed her arms, and how flat and thinned her veins were. And through his drunken stupor, he felt a very deep concern for her hydration. A woman as beautiful as her would be targeted right away, and as small as she was he had no doubt hard liquors would take her judgement and throw it out the window in no time.

“I’m buying you a water,” he announced, heavily slurred and gently taking her free hand and tracing along her veins. He was hardly aware of how weird he was being, and even if he had been he probably wouldn’t have cared. Now that they were up close, albeit slightly blurred through his own vision, he could see that she was definitely dehydrated. “You’re gonna have a really bad hangover tomorrow if you don’t start drinking water.”

[cedric-ivor]

“Yes, so then you see here... this is called the jugular notch. We use this as a marker for where to cut in the cartilaginous tracheal rings. Then we open up the incision, drop the tube in and the patient is getting oxygen again. Really simple.”

A trip to the library never had to be explained, in Cedric’s eyes. Reading was one of the most enriching activities someone could do. But what was a bit off-putting was why a stranger who didn’t seem to have any medical background would be researching tracheotomies extensively. Or, maybe he was paranoid now that he was stuck in the quicksand of gang work. Either way -- he was less concerned with teaching the person and more concerned with understanding what drew them to the middle of a medical textbook. 

“So was this a mandatory read or just curious about medicine?” he asked lightly, but his stare was intense, observant -- searching for any unspoken warnings.

[channingmcrx]

inside VALERIAN FLORALS

Emerald eyes glanced over the multicolored blooms of the foxglove that stood on either side of the entrance to the store. It was not chance that had driven her to nurture such vibrant blooms, it was a job. Poison was such an effortlessly to put an end to a threat or to destroy a mark to reach the end goal of getting paid. One bloom was all it took to throw anyone’s heart out of rhythm and into cardiac arrest, it just so happened to be that they created a rather beautiful coloring in many salads. The thought amused Channing to no end, a simple joy in a creative job well done. The only thing that burst her thought process was the presence of another being. “How can I help you today?”, she questioned, eying the other quickly.

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As many horrible things Cedric had done in his life, the man was still good at heart. Or, at least, he liked to believe that about himself -- maybe in an attempt to save what residue was left of his old self, or maybe to deny what he’d become entirely now. Sometimes he felt evil, and sometimes he felt sick about being evil. And although he’d just killed a woman’s son for no reason other than the fact that he was instructed to and wanted a new flat screen, Cedric still had guilt. Guilt that maybe flowers would soothe. So, mentally licking wounds numb, he meandered around a floral shop looking for adequate “I’m sorry” flowers. Maybe, just maybe, the small gesture would help Mrs. Brecker to stop crying at night over her dead son.

“Ah... possibly. I’m looking for a bouquet that screams “I’m sorry”. What flowers would you recommend?”

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It didn’t happen very often that Mason went to a bar by himself, but he needed to get out of the house before tension would get too much and he’d snap. It wasn’t anything in particular that had set him off, but rather a string of events. He felt like he was losing control over things that happened, and he hated that. Even if the city had been a little calmer ever since the storm – though, was it ever really calm? There was always some sort of karma waiting around the corner. The bar he’d chosen that night was a little too packed for his comfort, and sitting at the bar alone with a glass of whiskey didn’t help his situation. “I swear to all the Dios up there, if anyone offers me another one of those fuckin’ neon-colored cocktails I’m gonna shove it up their goddamn ass.”

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Bars weren’t typically Cedric’s choice of after-work activity but tonight called for an exception to his usual routine. Even if he hadn’t been working for the Vittoris, Cedric’s job alone was stressful enough to warrant a few drinks. So, disheveled and tired, he pushed against the tide of boisterous drinkers to find a seat at the bar. He ordered a whiskey and let out a sigh, feeling both the wash of off-the-clock freedom and the recollection of today’s events, playing in a loop in his head. They hadn’t  been able to save anyone in the Trauma bay today. A string of bad luck, maybe. Cedric knew that wasn’t the case, but it was easier to settle his mind with that delusion. He was swirling the liquid in his glass, watching it observantly crash up against the glass constraints as if it were a wave, all the while still feeling his patients’ blood on his fingers. It wasn’t until someone spoke up next to him that he was pulled from his sulking, back into the social ocean around him.

“Ha, yeah... I mean, don’t knock ‘em till you try ‘em. Sometimes they actually do taste pretty good. If you have one, I’ll have one with you.”