#doctorofplastics

[shephcrd-blog]

“You know, we don’t have to do this. The hanging out on Christmas Eve thing, don’t you have plans or like a date or something?” How many times were they going to this we’re not together but lets do everything together thing? “Plus, your tree is miserable. You have like six ornaments on it.. and it’s making me sad.” @doctorofplastics / the thing you liked a week ago.

[ofheartbeat]

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     “i miss mommas.”

[shephcrd-a-blog]

@doctorofplastics // sc.

    “Jesus, what’s your issue? You’ve been pissed since I got home.”

[thcgoodtimegirl]

@doctorofplastics

Rosalie had gone through her first kidney transplant and was starting to slowly come to terms with her own mortality. She wouldn’t get sick and die, not like if she had cancer; not like a trauma situation with too much damage to fix. She was going to slowly watch her own body destroy itself. It was leaving her to get reckless. 

Nowhere in the hospital was off-limits, not in the way they used to be but in the sense that she didn’t care about what she found or what trouble she got into.

Rosalie was supposed to stay in her bed for at least another 24 hours, but the time was ticking away so slowly that she couldn’t handle it anymore. Closing her IV off, because that was a waste to leave it before gently pulling it of her arm, she pulled on shoes and a thicker cardigan and left her room. She got out of the PEDs ward before she starting to feel tired, and was out of the surgical wing entirely before she acknowledged that she could feel a twinge where her stitches were. 

The walls of the hospital started spinning around her before she decided that she needed to sit down. Rosalie didn’t know where she was in the hospital at this point, but she found herself somewhere to sit down before she passed out.

[addison-montgomeryrp-blog]

3 Songs For Your Muse:

@doctorofplastics

"Sex On Fire" Kings of Leon

"Yellow Ledbetter" Pearl Jam

"Daddy Issues" The Neighbourhood

[spctlessminds]

          ‘   i guess dirty mistresses are the only ones who think that it was kinda selfish   &   not extremely selfish.   ’   meredith smirks before shrugging at the mention of callie.   ‘   i know this is going to sound like i’m taking her side,   but she had a reason.   i’m sure you could’ve gone with her.   ’                          @doctorofplastics   (   cont.   )

[hctingapples-blog]

continued from here || @doctorofplastics

“yeah, being up every hour on the hour with a crying infant will do that to you.” lexie rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and moved the blanket off of her forcing her tired body to retrieve the infant. “it’s okay, baby girl. i’ve got you.”

[burnthexashes-archive-blog]

starter for @doctorofplastics || bc u signed the sheet lol

lexie had really wanted mark at the appointment with her today. but mark had a surgery and it was just the first appointment. it was unlikely they’d even hear the heartbeat it was so early. lexie pulled herself out of a nap when she heard the front door open. the pregnancy was already exhausting her. all she ever wanted to do was sleep. “ hey - ” she said with a small, tired smile. “ how’d your surgery go ? ”