Emilia Forraway

Emilia Alice Forraway || 30 || General Surgeon

[colin-bennett-rp]

Physician Approval

[emiliaforraway]

marcus-curry:

“Yes. I’m aware it’s dodgy. But it’s not like that, people aren’t doing dodgy work they are working their asses off to get the job. I’m not doing something halfway decent i’m putting everything I have into winning and into proving that i’m worse more. It’s a difficult analogy but it’s how competitive sports are. You’re paid shit until you can prove you’re great, and that’s what I’m doing. I’m proving that i’m great, I just happen to have chosen a career where I get punched int he face” he knew not everyone had the same excitement when it came to his profession, there were still many that saw it closer to how gladiators fought than as an actual sport. “It’s a real thing Doc. It’s not some shotty thing out of a basement. There will be thousands of people there, it’s very professional. I just don’t trust some random doctor who I don’t know”.

“Just a little bit.” She pursed her lips, eyebrow raising as she listened to him explain, still not convinced at all but willing to do what she could to help if he valued her expertise as a surgeon that highly, she had after all made an oath to help people and she would stick by it. “I’m sure they are working their asses off but if people are rewarded for effort they get annoyed, and then mistakes happen. People get bitter. You know i’m right.” Emilia was confidant in her opinion, as she often was, and lifted her pen to write down the date of the fight in her large diary on her desk, putting a star next to it to remind her to check if she was on call that night. “Doctor Forraway, i’m not a type of lesbian shoe don’t call me doc. Thousands of people? Well, sounds like even the most fringe sports can draw a crowed.”

[emiliaforraway]

musicman-mcallister:

As she asked him not to argue with her, Cormac sighed a little bit. “Of course,” he said, almost in a mocking tone as she turned her attention back to the nurse. He was relieved as she sat beside him, holding his phone, and hopefully for him, texting his sister and letting her know. Just as he thought it would be calm for a moment, she asked him to explain what had happened. He sighed again, placing his hands in his lap carefully before he spoke. “We… Lakyn and I were at the shop, just talking about putting a performance together for her, and a fellow walked by. He was just… staring inside. So I waved at him, but he then shot out the windows,” he began to explain through his shaky voice. This story was going to be hard for the blonde to take in.

“He told me to grab all of the money from the register, so I did and set it down in front of him, so it would distract him,” he added. It was really a brilliant move, or so he thought. “I tried to get Lakyn to back up slowly and one of us made too much noise so he noticed and shot his gun again…. I turned to push her away and I was hit,” he finished explaining the whole story. He then re-thought mentioning Lakyn and the whole story, he knew that Emilia would then hold it against his friend and blame her for it, when he already knew she’d blame herself either way. He laid his head back down, having spoken almost too much in a way that hurt him. He knew he was pushing himself, but he had to explain it to her. Or else he wouldn’t forgive himself. He closed his eyes, waiting for her to either berate him for being so stupid or start crying.

Emilia sat in silence as the story was explained to her, going a sallow shade of pale green the further he got into the recounting, swallowing hard. It took all the girl could manage not to get up from the seat right there and then to go and find Lakyn and ask what the hell she’d gotten the man caught up in. “Set down all the money in front of him? Why didn’t he take it then?” She asked, frowning as she tried to untangle everything in her brain. “Hold on, wait, who the hell is this guy?” That was the question that was really playing on her mind. Had he just been someone who was out for money and wanted to get what was in the shop cash register, or had one of the two of them been a target. Her lips pursed as her face turned sour, this whole situation wasn’t sitting well with her at all. The idea of losing him was so horrible she felt like she was going to throw up every time it crossed her mind, and now she was hearing that he’d gotten hurt because he’d jumped in front of someone else. 

“So you tried to be heroic and save Lakyn by jumping in front of her which caused you to get shot? Without what, thinking about how that bullet could have killed you?” Her tone was sharp, because the worry she was feeling was manifesting itself into anger towards the whole situation. Anger at herself for not being there, not doing something to protect him, but also anger at this other girl who’d put him in this position. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to work out what to say without getting to mad, too snappy. That wasn’t something he needed when he was recovering but coldness was Emilia’s default reply. “I don’t…It’s just so fucked up…so many people are leaving, and getting hurt, and dying and then you get shot I mean…” She broke off, pinching the bridge of her nose with one hand, the other still in his still not wanting to let go. “I just…don’t understand.”

[sexyandfamous]

[colin-bennett-rp]

Physician Approval

[emiliaforraway]

marcus-curry:

“Think of it like this. The hospital hires 20 surgeons, but pays them all shit. Give them a promise of success and money but they have to prove themself first. The hospital benefits because they have a bunch of surgeons working their asses off, but the reality is only 1 of them will probably actually get a real job there. That’s me. They signed me expecting me to just be another kid to entertain the crowd, but if I start winning they have to give me a better contract. They have to admit i’m the real deal” he tried to explain, using her career as an analogy even if it was an odd analogy. “That’s completely fine. If i’m hurt that bad they have ambulances ready, and can immediately take me to wherever you want them to take me. I just trust you a hell of a lot more than anyone else”.

“Well that would be extortion so hospital’s don’t do that because it’s incredibly dodgy. If they did then they would end up with surgeons who weren’t giving their best work, and people would die.” She said bluntly, an unamused look on her face as she returned to sit behind her desk once more. “They signed you and you did something halfway decent so they basically screwed themselves over, what a good way to do business. And people say the competitive fighting world is seedy.” The blondes tone was sarcastic, eyes rolling a little. Once she heard that there would be ambulances would be there the tension left her somewhat, her shoulders relaxing downwards. “Alright, well at least there are ambulances there, I don’t want your blood all over the inside of my car.”

[colin-bennett-rp]

Physician Approval

[emiliaforraway]

marcus-curry:

“It’s everything to me. Fighters in my situation are a dime a dozen. They sign kids to these horrible contracts and use them as opening fights, they pay them next to nothing and don’t really forsee anything coming from it. If I win this one they have to start paying attention” he explained. The next two fights were vital for him. “No, there’s no protective headgear in this type of MMA. The gloves are padded—-slightly. But for the most part it’s just a fight. I’ll protect it a bit more than a normally would, usually taking a punch or two is alright but I’ll be particularly vigilant about it”. He laughed at her words, despite her tone not quite showing it as a joke “You’re just the physician incase I get too fucked up. Maybe i’ll need stitches, or I’ll get hurt worse. Who knows. But, basically just make sure I don’t die when I leave the octagon”.

“In your situation?” She asked, raising her eyebrow at him, not exactly sure what he was referring to. She didn’t follow fighting in any way shape or form, her interest in it stretched no further than his cheek. Literally. “If you win this one they have to start paying attention to the kids or to you? I’m honestly not understanding a word that’s coming out your mouth and now I think it might be caused by some kind of low lying brain injury that’s causing you to babble.” She said in a tight voice, shaking her head at the news of no protective headgear, the boy was going to do himself in one day and there wouldn’t be anything she or anyone else could do to save him at that point. “Good, I don’t want my work to go up in smoke because you’re too stupid to block your face.” The girl was giving it to him as it was, she wasn’t going to mince her words just to soften anything she was saying, she spoke in facts. “Fine, i’ll bring things incase you need stitches but if you get hurt worse i’m bringing you in. I’m not performing surgery on you in some grotty back room.”

[colin-bennett-rp]

Physician Approval

[emiliaforraway]

marcus-curry:

He noticed the look on her face and could sense the judgement she was giving him “Before you jump to judgement, I want you to think back to a moment that defined your career. How far would you have gone to insure your success in what you love? I get that I’m being an idiot, but this is my shot. They don’t come around twice” he explained. “My cheek is good, you know it’s good. But we can’t take the path of least possible risk here. I don’t have the time” he continued. “It’s in Denver. It’s not this coming Friday but the next Friday. The 14th. It’s entirely legal. Bellator MMA, they are a very legal company that runs their events completely legally. They run in conjunction with the Gaming Commission. You wouldn’t need to be out where the fight is happening, you can wait in the dressing rooms”.

She listened to him, eyebrows raised and lips pursed as he told her not to judge him. He had a point, she’d have done anything to make sure she’d gotten to where she was in her career today, and there had to be a certain amount of respect for him taking the same ballsy attitude with his own. “Alright, I understand. I don’t think it’s wise but I understand it’s importance to you.” She said in a curt voice, standing up from her desk and moving around it, making her way towards the man so she could take a closer look at his cheek. The blonde put two fingers under his chin, tipping his head up slightly as she did so. “It does look like it’s healing nicely. Will you be wearing any protective headgear?” She asked while looking, a slight frown on her face. “Friday the 14th, at least it’s not the 13th that wouldn’t be a good omen.” It sounded like a joke in its words, but the tone didn’t seem to match. “Alright, I’ll come as your physician assuming I can book that evening off so i’m not on call. What exactly would you want from me?” 

[emiliaforraway]

marissahunt:

“Well  no. I don’t know anything.” She stated with a shake of her head and she followed quickly after Emilia.

“Yes, that’s become apparent.” Emilia said over her shoulder as the brunette followed her, taking a deep breath before quietly slipping into the currently empty chapel and sitting in a pew after kneeling and crossing herself. It was so serene in here, she already felt calm on the inside just by being here. 

[emiliaforraway]

marissahunt:

“Well then you should ask him” Marissa stated with a nod of her head. “There isn’t much more that you can do for comfort right now, right? So why not ask him what happened? You’re clearly curious and - I think you should ask him anyway..”

“I’m going to ask him, I just wanted to know if you already had before I starting asking the same questions. No one likes a parrot” She replied coldly, starting to walk again, making her way towards the chapel before throwing her empty coffee cup in a trash can they passed. 

[emiliaforraway]

marissahunt:

“He hasn’t reported it?!” Marissa asked with a raise of an eyebrow. She would have thought that it went to the hospital, then he would’ve had to… “I can see what I can find out for you?” She asked with a raise of an eyebrow. “He might be more willing to say something to me? And by that I mean, I don’t have as much on my plate as you and it’s harder to see the worry on your face for him. ” 

“I haven’t asked him yet.” She shrugged, they’d been focused on him feeling okay, the rest could come later. She’d been horribly worried and her first question wasn’t if he’d reported it but if he was okay. The blonde frowned at the mention of worry on her face, pausing and turning to face the other. “If I don’t want him to see any worry on my face then he won’t, trust me on that.”

[emiliaforraway]

marissahunt:

“That’s what I mean. He told me nothing that you can’t see.” She sighed a little as she realised that she hdn’t really expainhersel properly. “I have no idea by who it was or why.” 

“Ah.” She nodded, understanding a little better and realising the girl hadn’t been being intentionally irritating. “Well, I need to find out, and it needs to be reported.” She said sharply as they moved through the sliding doors into the hospital, a group of interns in scrubs avoiding meeting Emilia’s eyes as she passed, looking almost fearful. 

[emiliaforraway]

marissahunt:

She shook her head before she gave her a small smile. “It’s not a problem.” Marissa left the coffee at the table, almost done with it anyway and she started to follow after Emilia. “Nothing that you can’t deduce by what you see.” 

Emilia raised an eyebrow at Marissa’s explanation, rolling her eyes a little. “Well i’m aware he was shot, i’m a surgeon not an idiot, I was more talking about why the hell he was shot in the arm and by who.” She said in a cold voice, pursing her lips. 

[emiliaforraway]

marissahunt:

“Then I’ll come with you.” Marissa stated with a nod of her head. She was sure that Emiia knew by now that she would do almost anything for the other woman, just to make sure that she would be okay. If Marissa could help, then she would. “With Cormac?” 

“Thanks.” She said stiffly, not wanting to make too big of a deal about needing the company. She sipped her coffee as they walked down the street, nodding her head at the question. “He hasn’t told me yet, I don’t want to push him to talk about it while it’s still so raw.” 

[wnq-writers]

She was like the weather Unpredictable Even when you thought that you could see what was coming next Most of the time You were wrong

 shrouded-words (via wnq-writers)

[emiliaforraway]

marissahunt:

“If you want?” Marissa asked, “I wouldn’t want to intrude on your thoughts.” Marissa didn’t want to intrude if Emilia didn’t really want her to go there but she would be there for her if she needed her to. 

“No, i’d like it if you came with me.” She finally admitted, a big thing for the girl but it was the truth. She’d like some company for a short while. “If you don’t mind.” She stood up from the table, looking at Marissa for a second before heading out of the coffee shop and towards the hospital. “Do you know what happened?” 

[emiliaforraway]

marissahunt:

Marissa didn’t really know what she could do to help Emilia with anyhing. And she wished that she could figure it out. She wished that there was something that she could do which was going to be easier. This situation was just a really tough thing for anyone.“I don’t know… Somewhere less public if you want?” 

Somewhere less public, that would give her the chance to break down and Emilia didn’t even want that to be an option. Breaking wasn’t an option. “I was going to go to the chapel for a bit before I went back to Cormac’s room. You can come if you want?” She offered, knowing Marissa knew about her religious side that would come out in moments of crisis. Help the girl find some kind of peace and solace. 

[colin-bennett-rp]

Physician Approval

[emiliaforraway]

marcus-curry:

“That’s going to be slightly difficult. I have a fight in two weeks, and technically I already got a doctor okay to fight. Didn’t think you’d give me the go ahead, so I went to one of the shit doctors that the company has” he confessed. Marcus actually find her tone and personality to be calming, he felt like he never had to wonder where her head was. “Not quite. My fight is here in Denver. I want you there. You don’t have to watch the fight, you don’t even have to be aware it’s happening. I just would like to have a physician or someone that can patch me up that I actually trust. These guys the company has are fucking hacks”.

She wasn’t impressed by what she was hearing, because she took her job as a doctor and surgeon very seriously. If she said that he shouldn’t fight it would be because it was genuinely going to do him long lasting harm, so to be traded in for someone who would just give away the diagnosis the patient wanted peeved her off a bit. She raised her eyebrow as he carried on, not saying anything, just pursing her perfectly pink lips as her eyes remained trained on him. She hadn’t been expecting to be told he wanted her to come to the fight, but the idea wasn’t entirely repellant to her, at least he was now taking his health a little more seriously. “When and where is it?” She asked bluntly, still looking intently at the man in front of her. “And how legal is it? I’m not risking my license because you like getting battered for fun.”

[emiliaforraway]

musicman-mcallister:

The Irishman was not surprised when the nurse entered the room and Emilia began in on her, making sure that Cormac received only the best care. Of course she would be the one to basically take over his care. The girl had to control the situation no matter what. He laid his head back down against the pillow, not wanting to move much as he was still dizzy and disoriented from the anesthesia. “I don’t need any more meds, love,” he assured her, though quietly as he entered his phone code with his good hand one digit at a time. He was surprised she hadn’t memorized it by now from watching him enter it so many times. He handed it back to her slowly. “Thank you…” he muttered with a bit of a sigh and looked to the nurse, thanking her as well with a nod.

Smiling as much as he could as she approached him again, he pressed his lips delicately to hers as she made contact. He reflexively tried to reach up with his bad arm and winced from the pain of his arm again, though it was only slight. It was more that the weight of his arm seemed greater now, and partially numb. He smiled up at her before she backed up from him. “I’m glad I can be your pain in the ass, though,” he stated quietly again, sort of disappointed in himself that he wasn’t completely himself yet. He wanted to push through it all, to get back to normal as soon as possible, so he could get back to work, and more importantly, to be with Emilia. “I missed you too… Damn it, I hate this.”

“Don’t argue with me, you know I know best when it comes to this stuff.” Emilia said simply, glancing over at him with a no nonsense look on her face before turning back to the nurse to make sure her instructions were being followed and getting a nod in return. “Good.” Once it was dealt with the woman turned back to her boyfriend, taking the mobile from him and sitting down on the plastic chair once more, crossing her legs. She would text Ava but not right this second, first she wanted to know what exactly had happened because all the doctors could tell her were the medical facts. “So...what happened?” She asked bluntly, although her eyes were soft as she looked at him, wishing she could get on the bed next to him and just cuddle up next to him. The relief that he was okay was so huge, still rushing through her body and making her slightly numb. 

“Don’t move Cormac, you’ll just do yourself more damage.” She murmured, putting her hand lightly on the none hurt section of his arm so as to not cause anymore pain for him, gently lowering it back down. “You’re always my pain in the ass, even when we weren’t together you managed to be my pain in the ass. It’s like your special skill.” There was no amusment in her voice, but it was clearly just a teasing comment. It was because Emilia loved him so much even when they weren’t together she worried about him, fretted about him, and wanted to know he was okay. “I know you do, but the way you’l heal the fastest is if you let your body do what it needs to to get better. I’ve spoken to the surgeon and he said your recovery time has no reason to be longer than necessary. He said you came through it beautifully.”