stress is the best medicine

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iantellectual‌:

It’d been a long day, but it was about to get longer with the way Ian toted his gym bag out from the staff room after having changed out of his work clothes. Skating was endless practices, a constant cycle of physical strain that Ian didn’t like to break for taking a break meant he’d have to feel all the ways his bones were protesting his twists and turns. 

He stopped by the bar to have a chat with a co-worker he had some rapport with. The guy was friendly enough to absorb all of Ian’s barbs and despite his best efforts to avoid having too many distractions, the boredom and restlessness of committing eight hours to a crappy job meant that even Ian had to make some alliances to pull him through the day.

They were chatting about the day and what he was about to do for the rest of the evening when Ian heard someone call his name. He froze, a jolt of panic lancing through his chest at the very real possibility that the voice belonged to the one person he was afraid it’d belong to.

Ian caught a dark blob in the corner of his eye and his heart sank. 

If he could’ve wrapped up every mistake he’d ever made in one tight little package, it would’ve made Asher Kane. A friendly rivalry at 15 gone sideways and then all the way wrong. The man had grown up into a hot vortex of unsavory memories and apparently, he was hankering for more.

“Surprised isn’t the word I’d be using,” he told him dryly. “What are you doing here?”

Asher’s mind ran through different scenarios of how he should act, battling if he should act how he wanted or act the way he thought was most right. He was sure Ian had been ignoring him, for reasons that Asher wanted to understand but struggled with. The man took a few more sips from the drink in front of him before speaking.

“I come here from time to time. Good place to clear my head. Not nearly as loud as the other options.” Before his life in the military, Asher was big into parties. Even now, the larger crowds have become less of an interest to him in the past few months. He hadn’t even reached out to many of his friends from the past, as everything in the town had become different to him.

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” Asher didn’t know what to really say without bringing up the past. “I actually think the last time we spoke was really close to when I just got to town.”

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angel-barbosa‌:

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Angel needed to borrow some equipment from the ER, they were missing a couple of items and she was going to return them right after. But she knew how protective the ER staff was over their stuff- she understood but she had to try. With a coffee in hand, she headed over to Asher, if anyone was going to let her get away with temporarily stealing it was going to be him. “Hey buddy,” she said in a sing-song tone grinning.

Asher had been working a double shift for the past few days, and that meant going home on his lunches just so that he’d been able to sleep. He had been filling out the rest of the chart for one of the admitted patients when he spotted Angel. “Buddy?” Asher grinned, his eyes still remaining on the clip board in front of him. “ A fresh coffee in your hand, too? What can I do to help?”

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Asher had originally left Peach Hollow for the military because his entire world being turned around by his family from a situation that was completely out of his control. Never in his life did he think he’d be back and living alone in his childhood home. He didn’t communicate with a lot of the people from his past, especially some of the more painful ones. Most of his time had been spent at the bar, gym, home, and work. Asher had been honorably discharged from the military for what he described as ‘ not being able to handle the job he’d been trained to do’ and was ashamed to lie to others that he’d never been discharged.

Looking around, Ian realized how trapped he felt in his own house.  The walls of his own house still felt foreign to him and the emptiness of it all didn’t help. He’s suffered from abandonment issues since he was a child, and his trust in anything last for a long period of time was clouded. His military life involved cluttered barracks, busy make-shift hospitals and moments that kept his mind hyper-focused without having time to think of the bad.

He didn’t know where he wanted to go but it needed to be out of his house. The sun was still at its mid-day position, and Asher decided to surprise his friend that was a bartender at the local country club who was really supportive and one of the few that knew about Asher’s secret. He arrived at a time that was low on traffic, and the sight of his friend brought a smile to his face. Asher was happy that a drink had been waiting for him along with an open seat in front of his friend’s station.

45 minutes and three drinks later, Asher felt a lot better. He’d been looking at his phone when he spotted a familiar face at the end of the bar. Ian Calloway, someone who Asher knew very well and someone he had quite the past with. Asher had been beginning to suspect that Ian had been avoiding him but hoped he was wrong. “Hello, Ian.” He was already tipsy, and had downed his fourth drink and began putting his wallet and phone back into his pocket.  “You work here, don’t you?” Ian working at the country club completely slipped his mind. “Bet you’re surprised to see me.”

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maggiebakcr‌:

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tw blood

Oh fuck! Maggie wasn’t in the habit of cussing too much, but fuck this hurt. Rewrapping the towel around her hand as she walked into the emergency room, she winced at the pain. A gash in her palm was not going to go well with a job that she needed both hands for. But she’d figure all that out later when she wasn’t bleeding to death. 

Luckily it was late and there weren’t too many people in the ER waiting room and no line at the front desk, so she hastily made her way up there. “Um, hi,” she told the person behind the desk. “I cut my hand,” she said, lifting up her right hand that she managed to wrap in a kitchen towel. “It’s probably about an inch long. Needs stitches.” She wasn’t an expert by any means, but she’d been a little daredevil as a kid. This wasn’t her first time in an emergency room.

Asher was still not used to the amount of down-town he had while working in ER in comparison to his last job. He’d been able to handle anything after being a medic on the battlefield and treating injuries that his current co-workers could never begin to experience.  Most of the injuries and illnesses treated didn’t usually result in death or serious harm, which made him sleep more at night than he used to.

"Patient in Room #105 is describing pain in their meniscus and want to avoid the x-ray route but it’s looking like it-” He’d been interrupted  by the sight of someone who had their hand wrapped with blood showing. Without hesitation, Asher took a pair of gloves and a clean hospital towel from the rack. “ I’ll check it out when we get into the room but I’m pretty sure you’ll need stitches. “

When they arrived to the room, Asher pointed her towards the end of the hospital bed for he to sit and pulling up the trash-can designed for blood and other ‘hazardous’ waste. “Can you throw that towel away for me?” Asher was one of few nurses in the hospital that had been able to give stitches. He graduated with a master’s degree in nursing through the military in an accelerated programming, meaning he had more credentials than the average nurse. “You’ll definitely need stitches. You didn’t cut your palm on anything that you worry might carry a risk such as a dirty nail, a random subject object or anything along those lines?”

[thegayfleet]

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Hello everyone. I created a wanted connections page. You can find it at https://nurceasher.tumblr.com/about . Just scroll to the bottom! I’m also always down to brainstorm other options as well!

Those were just ideas I had! Asher is also a nurse in the Emergency Room so we can also work with that!

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{ gavin leatherwood♔ twenty five ♔ he/him } well, well, well if it isn’t asher kane running around peach hollow. legend has it, they come from blueberry boulevard and have lived here for 10 years. if you’re wondering what they’ve been up to, i hear they’re a nurse for a living. they have been known to be critical yet charismatic. a word of advice to them, always look over your shoulder. you never know who is watching. { percy ♔ 23♔ est♔ he/him}

Short Bio;

Name: Asher Joseph Kane Age: 25 Birthday: March 18th Hometown: NYC, NY Occupation: Emergency Room Nurse (past army combat medic) Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Early Life

tw; abandonment, mental illness, drug use mention

- Asher was originally born in New York City, New York. He and his older brother (Leif) shared a bed in a small apartment studio apartment with their parents sleeping on a blow-up mattress a few feet away. That was their way of life for as long as he could remember. There were nights were they’d go hungry, nights where lights and/or water weren’t on, and even days where he’d wear shoes that were clearly worn down. - To Asher it was normal because he was used to that at such a young age. His parents were very loving people who refused to physically punish or put them down. According to his brother, their parents were both two people who used to have successful jobs but lost all their money in an insurance fraud scheme which eventually led to drug use and them really losing everything. - Asher and his brother’s entire life changed when his grandparents (whom he’d never met) showed up at the doorstep of their house. His grandparents had a court order to take them away from them. Mateo’s mom fought and cried, but due to the conditions they deemed them unfit parents. - Asher and his brother moved in with his grandparents to Peach Hollow, and it’s where he’s called home ever since. He was happy to know he was able to have his own room and his grandparents spoiled the both of them. It was a culture shock never worrying about water and being in a community of people who actually had yards and large family gatherings. - Asher’s grandparents were both bakers, and owned a successful bakery that were known for their high-end pastries and deserts. Unlike his brother he used to spend a lot of his time working in the bakery. - Eventually, Asher’s grandparents decided to retire their business. They decided they were going to move across country. Each member of the family (Mateo’s fathers) were given money, assets, etc - and their was shock when Mateo was given their 4 bedroom house. Asher was 18 years old, and the family he grew to love all turned on him (The house was the most valued at sell price). They made Asher promise not to sell the house, and he kept up with it. - Asher’s family treated him badly enough that he felt the need to move, and that’s when he joined the military and worked to become a combat medic. He served from the time he was 18 until he was 23 years old. He’d been stationed around the world and worked as a combat medical specialist in areas affected by war, natural disasters, etc. - Asher eventually suffered from a mental breakdown that led to him being honorably discharged. He immediately moved back home to the only place he owned where his brother had been taking care of the property. Asher lied to him and told him ( and everyone) that he was on reserves because of the shame of him being sent home. He easily got a job as a nurse in the emergency room where he’s been ever since.

Personality:

- He's very charismatic and it really shows through his work. He's worked in battlefields and has truly learned how to stay calm in the scariest situations. It's hard to really make him angry because he's seen stupid decisions literally get people killed. Asher has been told he has a very calming nature, and does care to help people when he can (it’s the nurse in him).

- On the opposite side, he likes following rules and procedures. He's quick to call someone out if something he thinks is being done the wrong way.  Asher is always trying to plan everything out. He also struggles with trusting people due to issues with his own family.