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Doctor Jacob Turner. Surgeon. Doppelganger.

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     hey lovely people! if anyone is still interested in writing with Jacob, I’ve moved him over to my multi muse because having so many blogs was a little hard to manage. i’ll be replying to his threads over there <3 

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     hey lovely people! if anyone is still interested in writing with Jacob, I’ve moved him over to my multi muse because having so many blogs was a little hard to manage. i’ll be replying to his threads over there <3 

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     hey lovely people! if anyone is still interested in writing with Jacob, I’ve moved him over to my multi muse because having so many blogs was a little hard to manage. i’ll be replying to his threads over there <3 

[enduringsurgeon]

     hey lovely people! if anyone is still interested in writing with Jacob, I’ve moved him over to my multi muse because having so many blogs was a little hard to manage. i’ll be replying to his threads over there <3 

[enduringsurgeon]

     hey lovely people! if anyone is still interested in writing with Jacob, I’ve moved him over to my multi muse because having so many blogs was a little hard to manage. i’ll be replying to his threads over there <3 

[enduringsurgeon]

     hey lovely people! if anyone is still interested in writing with Jacob, I’ve moved him over to my multi muse because having so many blogs was a little hard to manage. i’ll be replying to his threads over there <3 

[enduringsurgeon]

     hey lovely people! if anyone is still interested in writing with Jacob, I’ve moved him over to my multi muse because having so many blogs was a little hard to manage. i’ll be replying to his threads over there <3 

[enduringsurgeon]

     hey lovely people! if anyone is still interested in writing with Jacob, I’ve moved him over to my multi muse because having so many blogs was a little hard to manage. i’ll be replying to his threads over there <3 

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@wclfgirl​

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐎  easy for him to ignore.  he had already managed to make a name for himself within the hospital and his career was far more solid than her own, but she was just starting out.  she wanted to make a name for herself that wasn’t made simply from her attachment to him.  it was never something she voiced aloud, however.  what good would it do?  he would likely try to lessen her time in the er with him as a way to protect her from the rumors.  either that or take other drastic measures that would put a bigger bullseye on her back.  no, it was better this way.  it was better that andrea take the knocks and he remain as oblivious as possible, which seemed obvious to her when he continued to be as playful as ever with her.  she watches the look on his face shift slightly when she hovers close to him, seeing his stare drop to her lips.  the same lips that immediately curl under for her to brush her tongue across when they felt painfully dry.  she doesn’t realize he had released his grasp upon her, but begins to sit up when she does.  dragging a finger across the side of her face to tuck her hair behind her ear, she grins softly as the other arm remains locked at the elbow, palm moving to rest at the side of his waist. it keeps her close, keeps them both somehow connected whenever her hip might knock into his side or his breathing would cause his torso to brush along the inside of her forearm.  “ you’re a total cheat.  you began the battle, but then when i used due methods to subdue you,  you call foul.  you’re not playing fair, doc.  for that alone, the pillow barrier will stay intact, got it?  it’s all i can do to prevent any possible tickling from happening tonight.  i sleep-tickle.  it’s a form of sleep walking and the only thing that can stop me is a mountain of pillows.  think of it as me looking out for you and your best interests. ”

      he would never do anything to hurt her career intentionally, of course. and if he had the slightest inkling that their close bond could do that? he’d distance himself immediately. he’s not stupid enough to not know that things are far more difficult for women in this line of work, but he enjoys working with her in er far too much to distance himself or partner her with someone else. they work so well together... and if their coworkers want to go ahead and gossip, he feels that they can do that. just means their lives are empty. she draws away but not fully. their bodies are still pressed close, her hand is at his waist, and his stomach bumps her forearm lightly with each breath that he takes... and for a moment he has to really focus to realize that she’s talking. because he’d definitely been staring at her lips. “who, me? i’d never cheat, and i can’t believe you’d accuse me!” he frowns up at her, but the small smirk that pulls at his lips rather gives him away. and then she’s talking about sleep-tickling, and he finds himself laughing softly, his gaze narrowing playfully up at her for a moment. “mm... what if i’m willing to take the risk?” 

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@fcmilysacrificed​

              “Well – now I have.” Freya tilts her head, taken aback by his confusion. She wonders if, perhaps, doctors are simply common in those times; just another modern thing she is yet to discover. “Oh, no, it has never been necessary. My aunt was a big expert ON HERBS – I was perfectly healthy as a child, just as I am now.” She decides to reassure him, a small smile still on her lips as she takes another sip. “I am sure it is important for those who have time for it. Certainly, being a doctor and giving advice even outside of working hours, you must be pretty busy yourself?”

      She seems confused by his surprise, and he really can’t work it out. How the hell, in this day and age, has she possibly never met a doctor? It just doesn’t make sense. Until she mentions the herbs. “... Ohhhhh.” He figures it best not to comment-- it’s not really professional for him to turn around and make judgement. She’s clearly healthy and well... One of the lucky ones. “I am. Almost always. But that doesn’t mean I’ll hold back when I think someone is possibly overdoing it and not looking after themselves.” 

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@seesgood​

    She thinks for a moment, wondering what the easiest lie here is. Inevitably, she settles for the truth. Or at least a portion of it.  ❝ My friends wedding there was…an incident. My best friend is in a coma. Elena Gilbert? ❞  She looks up at him then, brow furrowing in concern.  ❝ Do you know if she’s okay? ❞ She feels like she’s on the verge of tears. Like the entire night, the past several months — she just lost her mom. She’s lost Stefan. And now she’s lost Elena. In the process of losing Bonnie. 

     “-- Oh.” That makes a little more sense... even if the girl that’s in the coma doesn’t have any wounds, from what he’s seen. Doesn’t mean that someone else involved didn’t, of course... Though it’s still all a little strange. “She’s stable. We’re not really sure what’s happened, though... We can’t work out why she won’t wake up. She sees to be healthy.” He frowns, reaching a hand up to scratch his jawline as his gaze flicks over her. “Are you... staying? Do you want some clean scrubs or something?” 

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@omniaxsolus​

     lips  press  together  in  thought  for  a  moment  before  he  nods  once.  “  okay.  yeah  okay.  ”  he  swallows,  fingers  fiddling  with  a  loose  thread  on  his  jumper.  “  uh.  will  you  like  have  to  alert  my  parents  or  something  though  ?  ”  gaze  flicks  to  the  doctors  before  settling  back  on  his  own  hands.

     “well, that depends... how old are you?” he asks, gesturing for him to follow as he turns to lead him to the x-ray department. though, it doesn’t really matter so long as he’s going to get the x-ray. Jacob’s not about to snitch on him and make him refuse help.

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@prlman​

          Incredible gelato? That piques his interest, though he’s not sure he quite believes him – not that he thinks the other is lying about it being incredible, but maybe it’s still not as good as what Elio’s had in Italy. Yet, thinking about all of this is making the panic attack lessen and maybe that’s the point.   “Yeah, uh, if you could – get me that address, I’d like to try it,”   he says, breath heavy but easing slightly, and he lets out one last deep breath before rubbing at his face for a moment.   “Wow. You’re good at that.”

      He smiles when the man finally calms, his breathing returning to a relatively normal pace, and he drops his hand from his shoulder to offer him a warm smile. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” He reaches into his pocket for a small notebook, jotting down the address of the gelato place as promised, before he tears out the page and holds it out to him. “Here,  I hope it’s as good for you as it is for me. You feeling okay, now? You want some water or anything?” 

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@fcmilysacrificed​

              Freya’s eyes finally drop to her drink and, after a pause, she takes a sip. Her attention remains on the man but at least she is not staring anymore. “Oh? A doctor?” She glances up at him again, this time to offer him a small but curious smile. “I have never met a doctor before.” She has heard of them, of course, but she has her own recipes and spells meant to keep her healthy; all over a thousand years old. She has never seen the need to seek them out. “Yes, but it stops being a trouble when I drink coffee – and I drink A LOT of coffee.”

     “You... You haven’t met a doctor?” He blinks, admittedly a little confused by that. Where could she possibly have come from that she’s never met a doctor before? He leans forward, elbows set on the table between them as he looks at her. “How can you never have met a doctor before? Surely you must have at least been to one as a child?” He tilts his head a little, before he raises a brow. “You know that’s not healthy, right? Sleep is pretty important. You shouldn’t be pumping yourself with caffeine to avoid it.” 

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@lovestoodeep​

❝ Inject caffeine directly into my veins, please. ❞

     “I think, ethically, I’m not allowed to do that. But I can make you a strong coffee.” 

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@lovestoovicious​

She hesitated. Suzanne had not been a person to meet her approval. Further, x-rays made the ill educated girl a bit anxious. It wasn’t just that she thought they’d inevitably give her cancer, but also a sickening familiarity with the sharp scent of the lead vest, the way the nurse would quickly dive away before the machine did its job. The anxiety of past pooled in her stomach.

Still she pushed herself forward with a reminder that she wasn’t some shaking child with no agency to protect herself. A moment of so later she was sighing in relief as stepped out, the hand hanging to her side as the other wrapped around her. “So now what? Me sitting around for an hour in a waiting room while they develop and you sneak in another patient?” she said, attempting to sound teasing, though her tone was everdry.

      Jacob’s brow lifts a little as she steps out of the room and starts speaking, and although he thinks that she’s aiming for teasing he can tell that she’s maybe a little bit worried. It would be pretty irresponsible of him to just leave her to sit and stew whilst he ducks away to see another patient-- she’s clearly worried by x-rays.

     “No, it shouldn’t take too long. I’ve asked for them to push yours through quicker so you’re not stuck waiting around.” He smiles, tilting his head as his gaze drops to the injured hand for just a moment. “We’ll just wait here for a little while, and then we can see what we need to do with that hand. It’ll probably need wrapping, but we won’t know the extent until we see the x-ray.” 

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@fcmilybonded​

     “Hm.” Elijah tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he studies the man. The fact that he exists is strange enough; the fact that they MET just as simply as this is too strange. “Not always. There are special cases.” Though typically, descendants of the bloodline - and Elijah does not have a bloodline. Though, not everything is known about dopplegangers. “We should get this sorted out as quickly as possible.”

     “Right...” Jacob’s mind is, admittedly, racing. He has no idea what the hell is going on here, but he has to admit that his counterpart is a little intimidating. He actually looks like he could kill him. “-- By ‘get this sorted out’, I hope you mean find out how this is possible and then continue living our lives and not, you know... let’s kill the guy that looks like me?”