Bernie Wolfe RP

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[honeycombwerewolfe]

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[honeycombwerewolfe]

//sidenote...i really should be getting ready for work...but there is a cat laying just slightly on me. WHat am i meant to do? DISTURB him?! PFfft.

[honeycombwerewolfe]

//casually replying to saved asks from 4 years ago? it's more likely than you think lol

[honeycombwerewolfe]

“I made you some soup, and I’m going to sit here until you eat it. I can wait.” (bisexualsurgeonextraordinaire)

"Oh?" It's somewhere between surprise and a very muted attempt at excitement. A tired lopsided grin accompanied it under a chapped nose and red puffy eyes.

[honeycombwerewolfe]

How would you feel about becoming a grandmother?

"...Why?" She really hoped she wasn't about to learn news like that from a stranger instead of from the mouth of her own child.

[toomanyrats]

on shame and yearning (pt.2)

[honeycombwerewolfe]

How good will it feel to be able to call Serena Campbell your wife?

"Let's just say I'm looking forward to it."

[honeycombwerewolfe]

Can you perform evil surgery/lobotomy on me as a patient RP?

Frowning, Bernie opened her mouth as if to answer only to shut it and try again a second or two later. "Why?" She genuinely didn't understand why anyone would want that. Her writer had some insight she could have shared with the sweet summer child but decided to instead remain silent on the matter.

//I'm afraid she doesn't do evil surgery or lobotomies, but best of luck in your endeavour. Such a shame...I had a doctor who would have jumped at the opportunity, but, alas, I haven't written him in years.

[honeycombwerewolfe]

Wolfe, I hear you like pineapple on pizza.

I burnt my Hawiian pizza last night.

Guess next time I'll have to put it on aloha setting.

😀

Bernie continued walking past with a look that could be read as not-getting-the-joke if one were pathologically polite. After all, she didn't get paid to stand around pretending patients were funny. She had more important things to do.

[honeycombwerewolfe]

Ms Wolfe! Would you like to comment on the fact that Serena Campbell was caught on the record saying she had no regrets about a young woman dying. Witnesses state she sounded pleased that a woman in HER care had passed away due to her purposefully choosing to treat someone else

“That doesn’t sound like Serena…she would never be so callous about losing a patient. If it was Serena, it was likely taken out of context…maybe she…felt she made the best call she could in the given circumstance?…Either way, you’d do better asking Serena rather than relying on hearsay.”

[honeycombwerewolfe]

bisexualsurgeonextraordinaire

There was something about Bernie’s phrasing that straightened Serena’s spine in hurt outrage. “What do you mean - even if? Do you really think I’m capable of something .. something like that?”

"What? No, of course not. I just" - she trailed off with a sigh before her words sorted themselves - "I just meant you have to take this seriously. If someone accuses you of...the complaint itself will be enough to take you off the floor and...and people will start investigating - " Bernie trailed off again, looking off in frustration over the things she wasn't saying.

Investigations that may bring up Serena's past behavior that had been mostly swept under the rug thanks to Hanssen's the hospital's and involved parties' understanding of the situation. Bernie's unsubstantiated complaint early on at Holby had nearly cost her her job and, well, she had concerns about people who didn't know Serena poking around in Serena's affairs.

Bullying, drinking on the job, sleeping with her F1...it didn't exactly paint her in the best light.

[fairydropart]

Merry Christmush!!

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

[thegreenpea]

[honeycombwerewolfe]

Ooc

//Sorry I'm taking so long for replies guys - muse has been overpowered by @exceptionalcameo at the moment. That woman is loud lol but it can't last forever =P Bernie will be back at some point.

[lovertm]

wooden bears by CarversStudio

[ellevenie]

Elle had asked her a couple of times. It wasn't her business, perhaps, but they shared a space, and Elle tried to keep it pleasant for both of them. Perhaps it had to do with her mental health, not being able to see the rubbish and just leave it there. So she had thrown away what looked like trash, wiped over the table with a wet cloth, and put everything back in a more or less orderly way.

Only then was she able to sit down at her desk again to do her own paperwork. Aside from the surgery her colleague was assigned to, it was unusually quiet today.

She looked up when the other surgeon showed up, brows raised. "Good morning, Dr. Wolfe," she said, eyes focusing back on the file in front of her.

[honeycombwerewolfe]

Bernie paused, hand still on the door, eyes wide. "Wow." That might be the first time she'd seen her desk like that since her first shift on the ward.

"Wouldn't be available for home visits would you?" - She had the decency to look slightly apologetic through her smile. - "Sorry...I got a call before I had the chance to clean up." Half true. Bernie lowered herself gently into her desk chair, shuffling through the neat piles for the note she'd come in for. "H...how's the...uhm, the tension pneumothorax patient doing?" Bernie shifted to opening the desk drawers as she spoke, admittedly a bit distracted.

Where was it?

[honeycombwerewolfe]

Ooc

//had some family stuff creep up on me this week but hoping to make time for RP after it settles a bit

[hbystuff]