#mastermicd

[fyrewalks]

"you don’t like me, do you?" // @mastermicd

"I think I'd like you shut up." The words tumblr out of Buck's mouth, harsh and unkind. Impulsive. It's a flash of relief, to have said what's been bouncing around his skull for the last handful of hours, only to be swallowed up by bitterness that accompanies realization.

"Oh my god! I - uh - I didn't, uh, mean it like that." Buck stumbles over his words, his apology awkward and not that great of one, either. He can feel the others staring now too. They're watching the spectacle, enjoying it probably, too. Dammit.

He takes a measured breath. "I'm sorry," Buck tries again. "It's been a long shift."

[doctordonovan]

❝ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❞ | ted

eyeroll is simply playful, as humorous as it is somehow entirely dry,  her own brand of warmth.    these days she is rarely any place for very long   -  post coma bouncing between universities:  always in a lecture hall,  always packing her next bag.    ( so if she occasionally stops for air,  to see people she hasn't seen in far too long...  who can blame her?  )   it's as close to being the person she was before it all as she can get.

❝ that's me.  professional cat-catcher.  honestly,   I should just drop the 'professor' and 'doctor' and just keep that.   cat-catcher donovan. ❞   hands are wiped on sides of jeans all the same,  brushing grass from where it still stubbornly clings to her still.  ❝ I'll send you an invoice, @mastermicd.  once I work out how much to charge for such services. ❞

[fyrewalks]

❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜ // @mastermicd

Hen slides her menu to the edge of the table; she's been here enough times that she doesn't need it. Nor does she need Allison's simple thanks, but she appreciates it anyway. Both of their jobs, for all their differences, lend themselves to being forgettable - people rather thank god than those who worked hard to save their child or loved one; their faces fade away as relief or terror takes over when they update spouses and family members; they're small pieces of someone else's story. It's how it's meant to be, and yet - it's hard all the same.

"It was a nasty accident," she says softly. "I wouldn't want to be alone after it either." And, if she's honest, as much as the company is appreciated, sometimes Hen isn't immediately ready to return home to Karen, Denny, and now their baby girl. Sometimes, she needs a bit of time to gather herself up enough to face her family without the difficulties of her work clinging to her.

[fyrewalks]

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜ // @mastermicd

"Lady, will you shut it already," Howie hisses back. Tact and decorum went out the window, or the elevator rather, thirty minutes ago. It's hardly appropriate but lucky for him, the radios aren't working and they've been stuck in this tin can for over an hour already. Bobby can't chastise what he isn't privy to. He's pretty sure if his captain traded places with him, he'd be just as annoyed.

He leans his head back against the metal wall, a deep frown set on his face. "If I do hate you," Howie says, eyes sliding quickly to the stranger he refuses to make acquaintances with, "it's warranted. I told you the elevators were off-limits."

It might have been a mistake on his part, stepping inside the stupid metal box to escort her off, but she's the reason he stepped on at all.

[lifesavrsarchive]

"was that supposed to be a compliment?" for izzie from ted <3333

"it  wasn't..    not  supposed  to  be  a  compliment."      that's  initially  as  much  confirmation  as  she's  willing  to  offer,  head  ducking  in  an  attempt  to  hide  the  smile  betraying  her  urge  to  be  cool.  whatever  being  cool  actually  meant.  focus  instead  stays  on  the  animal  scratch  skilled  hands  are  tending  to  for  him.  it's  minor  and  treatment  is  mostly  unnecessary,  but  doctor  insisted  regardless.  better  to  be  safe.      "don't  let  it  go  to  your  ego."      izzie  doubts  it  ever  actually  could.  @mastermicd  is  kind  and  genuine;    he  reminds  her  of  george  sometimes.    there  isn't  any  arrogance  in  him.      "besides    …    isn't  it  pretty  much  universal  opinion  that  animal  lovers  are  the  real  heroes  of  society?  i'm  really  just  saying  what  everybody  else  is  thinking."      antiseptic  wipe  gently  grazes  work  place  injury  one  last  time  before  she  clears  her  throat  with  a  nod.      "all  clear.    —    no  stitches  required.  you're  gonna  need  to  keep  it  covered  while  it  heals.  i'd  recommend  some  antibiotic  cream,    but  as  long  as  you  don't  go  wrestling  anymore  ferrets  for  a  few  days?"      now  she  gives  in  and  lets  lips  spread  into  teasing  grin.      "i'm  confident  in  giving  you  a  99.9%  chance  of  survival."

as  said  by  the  invisible  woman  prompts.      still  accepting.

[bruiseeasily]

mark sloan & rachel goldberg | for @mastermicd

"i'm starting to think you've got me here for your personal gain, goldberg." mark had never envision his life to be like this. taking time off from his practice and medicine to find the love of his life in a reality tv show sounded as crazy at first as it did anytime he had to go on a date with one of the contenders. but there was something about his producer that didn't sit right with him. he had known from the moment he set foot at 'everlasting' set that rachel wasn't going to be playing by the play book. the way her eyes sparkled with mischief was enough to keep anyone on their toes. mark, however, felt compelled to chase that look. it was one of the many reasons he had managed to get out of the house undetected and pull her into a poorly lit storage room.

he walked across the room, shortening the space between them, not leaving her a chance to get away. his head tilted as he analyzed her. it felt almost... as if she wasn't surprised at all. one could even say she had orchastrated this encounter herself. and yet, a smirk stayed on his lips. "i was told tara wasn't feeling too well for our date today. which is weird considering the surprise she left on my bedroom last night." he stopped in front of her, looking down in her eyes. there it was... that spark again. "you wouldn't happen to know how she's doing?"

[storybookodysseyhasmoved]

@mastermicd sent "i already put the kettle on for you." from april sexton, to any pitt muse!

it's a shadow of a smile that appears on abby's face. the last few weeks haven't been easy. she's not even sure of the exact story that's spread around the er and so there's hesitation on being particularly forthcoming when she's unsure of if or how far the word has spread. she knows the nurses proclivity to gossip, frank's told her himself, but even then. had this got out?

she's waiting for dana. it's a promise for lunch that was made well before any of it even happened. she's still a little surprised that she heard from the charge nurse, more surprised that the offer of lunch was still on the table. "thanks. april, isn't it?" there's so many of them in the er and she's here so infrequently, that it's a struggle to keep up. faces and the names she's heard about sometimes don't align.

she's not sure how to introduce herself. does she have to? still, she feels the need to. "i'm abby. i won't be in your hair for long. i'm just waiting for dana to finish up out there."

[storybookodysseyhasmoved]

@mastermicd sent "you can tell me, or we can just sit here." from heather brooks, to one of your pitt muses!

it's been a long time since a case has properly rattled dana. however, today's had come pretty damn close. sitting on one of the waiting gurney's in the ambulance bay, she pats the spot next to her for heather to join her. normally, she can hold it in, she lets it out on the drive home from work and is carefree as she can be when she walks in the front door of her house.

fiddling with the chain of her necklace, she tucks the pendant back in under her scrubs. "had a girl come through earlier. my daughter's age, didn't make it." she pauses, fingers tightening around the edge of the thin excuse for a mattress on the gurney. in the forefront of her mind, she can still see the girl's face. "i've seen plenty of kids come through this place, but i dunno. she was wearing a shirt my girl's got. had to cut it off of her myself. just one of those days, i guess. they happen to the best of us."

is that why she's telling heather now? for when it happens to her? that even dana isn't impenetrable to those feelings? "i'll be fine. just needed a minute. bit of fresh air before the next one comes in."