#dr murphy

[shadowdiyt]

[limsupremacy]

Some little The Good Doctor doodles I did in school today! Also the shading is with a blue highlighter, it's all I had...

Also, if anyone's interested, a link to a The Good Doctor Discord server, it's really active on there and it's so much fun! Hoping to see you there! :

Hello! Welcome to the 'The Good Doctor' Discord server! This is a place for fans of the medical drama to chat and have fun! Shaun, Claire, M

(also I posted a lot of The Good Doctor art on my old account, I will probably repost it all here)

[syeolliee]

I need another Hyperfixation... Is The Good Doctor a good show? I've only seen I AM A SURGEON meme on TT and the Spider-Man wannabe guy idk 😭😭😭

and yes I'm rewatching House S4 (I'm depressed now) so I need a good Comedic one.

[rosettareise]

I’d illegally sell my organs just to see a House M.D. x The Good Doctor crossover where House gets to interact with Shaun by working together on a case -PLEASE- for even just an episode. PLEEAASEEE, PLEAASEE- ANYTHING!! Incorrect quotes, fanfictions, fanarts, fan animatics/animations, SERIOUSLY, ANYTHING PLEASEE.

[wayhavenmemes]

The detective doesn't care anymore...

[marianas-astoria]

me: *watches the scene from season 3 episode 11 where shaun is having a breakdown*

dr glassman: i could never get sick of you

me: i wonder why i'm crying rn

[kdelarenta]

memorial

trigger warning: death of an animal,blood (nothing too gruesome)...also bobby is in this 😶

summary: 4 detectives, 4 memories, 1 fate - murphy

amelia

she always says she doesn't remember him, even though that's only partially true. she remembers big, warm hands and kisses pressed on her head and cheeks. his touch,his presence left an imprint on her soul and became a part of her very existence, he rested in his grave as he rested in her eyes. it's hard to explain the little prickles on her brain,whisps of memories she doesn't know how to connect (how many are there,which ones belong together - she does not know,they're all so warm,so very warm in the cold gutter that is her mind). something between her lungs and head is missing, there's a hole to be filled, a missing piece and she thinks everyone can see it. rebecca, the endless psychologists she made her see just to tell her what she already knew - she was empty.

it was always the same theory,the same diagnosis,the same speech - she was too young, he was dead and she was empty. it took rebecca a couple of years to stop wasting her money, accept the fact that she won't see amelia smile or cry,that she'll always see her porcelain doll face, his eyes but devoid of life and hollow - always hollow.

and even now as amelia closes her eyes, it's like she can remember being in his arms,safe and held tight as he laughs.she swears she can hear him laugh and it's the most beautiful laugh she's ever heard and she wants to smile - now as she's bleeding out,after so many years, she has a reason to smile.

maybe,if she passes on this night,if she dies on this warehouse floor, she'll find him and he'll find her. and they'll be together - finally.

josie

the room is a comfortable quiet except for the sound of the keyboard under her fingertips and whatever podcast bobby's listening to. he's spralled on her bed,impatient as ever, as she's finishing up her paper.

,,are you done yet?" he practically moans and she can't help but chuckle.

,, just twelve more and i've hit the word count"

she's grinning proudly as she turns around to show him the computer.

,,well can you hurry up? i'm all for being fashionably late but i don't want to miss the best part. "

,, don't worry,i'm on it"

smiling still, she turns around to finish typing out the words. she was quite worried about this paper but after sitting down with bobby and thinking it through she ended up with an incredible finished result.

,,done!"

she presses save and gleefully spins around in her chair. bobby gives her a high five and stands up to begin putting on his coat.

,,hey thanks again for this. i don't think i could've done it without you."

,,aww,stop it jo. anything for my best friend."

he loops an arm around her shoulder and kisses the top of her head as she giggles.

she's not exactly sure where this memory came from,it feels almost too nice for the occasion, oversaturated.

she knows she doesn't have long, her legs refuse to work as she slumps against the wall. halfway to freedom, so close but so far. she's too tired, there's no one coming,what's the point?

she doesn't know why it's this memory she sees as she gives up on life.

edith

it's raining as it was that night.

edith was seven. it was raining as she was sitting in the parking lot of the supemarket,waiting. she had half a mind to get out of the rain,back to the supermarket but her mother told her to wait,so she waited. she wasn't sure what or who she was waiting for as she didn't get the chance the ask. the bag of milk she managed to buy before rebecca bolted out of the supermarket stays clutched in her hand as she waits. it was a normal friday night and they were going grocery shopping,they were going to spend the weekend together since rebecca managed to get the weekend free. she was happy to spend time with her parent, seeing as they rarely saw each other,it was a rare moment and something she could look forward to. they were just about to check out as her phone rang. not her regular phone - her other phone. edith couldn't imagine why she would have two but she didn't care enough to question it. it didn't take long for rebecca to raise her voice,face panicked as she posed question after question. she finally hung up and edith saw her mother return to her old,stoic face. her hands were still shaking as she handed edith enough money for the milk,told her she had to go.

they need her, she's sorry, just wait here.

she didn't say anything to the cashier as she payed for the milk and went out the door to find her mother's car gone. it pours for another fifteen minutes until it finally stops. a car soon approaches edith and her nanny opens the door for her to get in. she doesn't speak on the way home, rebecca didn't show up that weekend.

people are like ghosts, edith always thought. they could get stuck in a place and never leave. she's always at that supermarket and if she survives this - she'll always be at this warehouse.

alone. always alone.

surina

she's on her tenth strawberry when she feels someone tap her shoulder. she turns around to give an eye roll but then sees the sheepish expression on marc's face.

,, what? "

,, ...marcy's crying again"

this time she does roll her eyes but gets up to follow him nevertheless. these damn kids. i mean to be fair, they were only 3 years younger. she wishes she had better neighbours but in the end she doesn't mean it. as they get to the backyard marc points to where marcy's standing and then bolts. great. at least he won't make her cry even more.

,,hey!"

marcy startles as she sees surina approach. she had indeed been crying, her eyes red and tear filled as they take in surina's face.

,, what is it? did marc tease you again. i swear to god i'm gonna-"

marcy wraps both her arms around her waist and presses her head to her skirt. she's still shaking and crying but she manages to shake her head.

,,it's not marc,it's.....look!"

she points to something on the grass and surina moves away slightly to see what has her in such a distress. a beautiful white dove lays on the grass, both wings bloody and a nearly broken neck. it's still alive. surina opens her mouth and for a second thinks about throwing up those strawberries. pulling herself together she turns to marcy and crouches down to shield her from the bird.

,,don't look" surina's voice is resolute but she herself can't help throwing a quick look at the bird. big mistake.

,,go inside. i'll take care of this"

marcy doesn't need more convincing as she gives a nod and runs to the house. with a sigh surina stands up and brushes her skirt. she turns and stares at the bird,contemplating before picking up a rock and slowly approaching. leaning down to the bird she can see it struggle, still alive but barely. her head moves as much as it can with her neck twisted and her eyes stare at surina's.

she doesn't hesitate as she lifts the rock and hits.

surina barely has the strength to lift her hand to her neck. she can only imagine what it looks like - a waterfall of blood. as she lays in the pool of her own blood she can't help but remember.

she can't help but wonder if right now she looks like that bird,neck ripped.

[valleymoon5]

There is no words to describe the "huge pain" that Dr. Murphy felt when she got informed, by one of her assistants, that her spending machine was set on fire by an unknown, she always knew it was Jack xd

(...)

No hay palabras para describir el "inmenso dolor" que sintió la Dra. Murphy cuando se enteró que Jack había prendido fuego su máquina expendedora por accidente tras dejarlo solo por unos minutos xd

Bonus:

"Dr. Bright was severely repressed for his actions. His amulet was put in a snail as a request from Dr. Murphy."

(...)

"El Dr. Bright fue severamente reprimido por sus acciones. Su amuleto fue puesto en un caracol a pedido de la Dra. Murphy."