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[fatalelity]

       scalpel against her chest, in trauma two she witnesses lauren bloom on the verge of death and was promptly escorted out by reynolds. panic on her breath, her ribcage constricts against her beating heart ― please, please, please don’t take her away from me. please i’m begging. she walks through the halls of new amsterdam like a scarlet disaster: satan’s on a warpath, satan’s melancholy burns those innocent bystanders... yet no one can hear the way how reynold’s scalpel against bloom’s chest is akin to a knife against her own flesh as it tears her apart and... the only solace is finding familiar oceans to drown in. no words needed, she collapses into his arms and sobs. it’s always derek, he’s always the familiar waters she drowns herself in, he’s the thalassic waters that fills her lungs until she chokes.   ❛ d - d - derek... th-they cracked her chest open. i - i - i can’t do this. i can’t. ❜

@mctumor​ / sc. 

[anhatomys]

her  son  is  a  fighter.     when  he  told  her  how  he  held  his  sister  back ,  protecting  amelia  from  the  people  that  took  their  father.   he  wants  to  protect  everyone.   his  sisters,  his  friends,  even  his  own  mother.  [  how  can  she  teach  her  son  that  derek  can’t  save  everyone?   that  he  needs  to  forgive.  to  move  on.  ]   he  will  always  fight  for  good,  to  save  people.  she  knows  he  blames  himself.   he  was  just  a  boy.   but  derek  won’t  let  it  go.  he  never  has.     ❝     i  think  it’s  time  you  did  derek...  ❞     she’s  one  to  talk,   she  can’t   go  on  christopher’s  side  of  the  bed.   she  can’t   look  too  long  at  photographs  of  him.   she  even  feels  herself  flinch  when  her  children  stare  back  at  her  with  her  husband’s  eyes.   but  it’s  grown  too  long.  they  need  to  move  on.   all  of  them.   [   where  derek  could  not  save  his  father,  he  has  saved  hundreds  of  others.  he  will   continue  to  save.  ]     ❝    you  have  your  own  life  now.  you’ve  done  more  than  enough  for  his  memory.  ❞    you  were  just  a  boy.   

DEREK  SHEPHERD  SAID  :   “  i can’t forgive myself for that. ”   /  @mctumor​

[sacredslaycdd]

@mctumor​

It had been a long, hard road getting here. Hope hadn’t had it easy, that much was for sure. Anybody who looked at her application would see she’d never missed a day of work, never missed a day of medical school. She couldn’t afford to. Her job funded her tuition, her grades not having been good enough to get a full scholarship but enough to get her in- providing she could pay the tuition. Which she had, by the skin of teeth. She’d successfully done exactly what she set out to do, got into one of the top teaching hospitals in the country. A part of her wishes she had her family to share this moment with, equally, she’d managed without them and a part of her wonders if they’d be thrilled if they learned Hope had deliberately kept them in the dark.

She shakes the thoughts off, trying her dark hair back with a band that’s kept around her wrist before scurrying out of the locker room with the rest of the interns. The day is going fairy well, challenging but well, atleast she hadn’t killed anybody and compared to Meredith and George, atleast she was flying well under the radar. There had been no accusations of her getting into the program based off her mothers merit, she hadn’t killed anyone and dubiously been named 007 either. 

Of-course it doesn’t last when a patient comes into the pit with a head injury following a car accident. She pages neuro as she’s ordered, promptly followed by asking what she’s waiting for. Of-course the last thing she expects when she lifts her head from trying to calm the patient is to be faced with the piercing eyes of her brother. For a long moment, it’s like the worlds swallowed her whole but she sucks in a breath and continues with her job.  “ Marshall Craig, 24, head on collison with another car. He was cut out of the car, parademics brought him in. He was conscious upon presentation, some blood loss from trauma to the forehead and confusion. “ she lists off, before sucking in a breath, praying he’ll wait to call out the situation, suprised nobody had already picked up on the reseblance, let alone the fact they had the same surname. 

[puresthearted]

meme:      ''     you   can   stay   with   me   tonight.     ''     [     𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑘 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑝𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑑     ]     /     @mctumor​  !

𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡     𝐚     𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟     𝐢𝐭     𝐢𝐬,     knowing     he’s     here.     without     him,     she’d     be     so     lost.     without     him,     she     wouldn’t     be     here.     she     finally     left     mystic     falls     behind.     no     longer     surrounded     by     hideous     creatures,     no     longer     will     darkness     poison     her.     she’s     happy,     safe     and     sound.     finally     got     the     life     she     wanted,     the     life     she     was     so     desperate     for.     she’s     human,     heart     made     of     flesh     again.     blood     running     through     her     veins.     if     only     he     knew     about     the     dark     and     twisted     secrets     she’s     keeping     from     him     ...     would     he     still     look     at     her     the     same?     the     sound     of     his     voice     echoes     around,     words     still     lingering,     as     uncertainty     hits     her.     ‘’     i     ...     i     don’t     know.     ‘’     doe     eyes     shifts     away,     lips     tightly     pressed     together,     one     hand     tucking     a     strand     of     hair     behind     her     ear.     just     because     he     made     her     feel     things     again,     doesn’t     mean     it     didn’t     hurt     when     she     figured     out     his     secret.     married     after     all.     he     should’ve     told     her,     should’ve     warned     her     the     least.     ‘’     why     didn’t     you     tell     me,     derek?     ‘’

[neonataled]

      —    ❝     ...   how   long   have   you   been   standing   there   ?   ❞

*        (      ⫸     )      💬  generated starter  //      @mctumor​  .

[angelusn]

˛ ╰  *  ⋄ .  ◝    ❦          『     𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁     ,

𝕸  ,           ❛❛          𝚒’𝚕𝚕    𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛    𝚋𝚎    𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎    𝚝𝚘    𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎    𝚢𝚘𝚞          [     .    .    .     ]          𝚏𝚘𝚛    𝚖 𝚊 𝚔 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐    𝚖𝚎    𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎    𝚢𝚘𝚞  .         ❜❜

@mctumor​​      .

[plaestics]

“     HOW  IS  SHE ?     ”     question  falls  from  parted  lips  before  he  can  stop  himself .    childhood  friend  at  his  side ,   he  physically  can’t  bring  himself  to  look  away  from  the  brunette  at  the  end  of  the  hallway .     “     is  she  -----  does  she  seem  okay ?     ”

                         ➞   @mctumor​​

[puresthearted]

little   girl,     breathe   in,     breathe   out.     you’re   going   to   be   fine.     but   every   time   the   thought   of   starting   this   internship,     at   this   hospital,     made   her   feel   a   certain   way   she   desperately   tried   to   get   rid   of.     she’s   nervous,     and   it   is   painfully   obvious.     rosy   lips   tightly   pressed   together,     doe   eyes   observing   the   place.     this   is   it     ----     her   place,     her   home.     or   so   she   hopes.     this   is   what   she   dreamed   of,     what   she   wanted,     what   she   needed.     a   purpose   in   life     ----     her   destiny,     fate.     SAVING   PEOPLE,     HELPING   THEM,     PROTECTING   THEM.     fate   sealed,   she   belongs   here.     little   smile   gracing   her   features     ----     and   suddenly,     just   like   that,     all   her   insecurities   long   forgotten   now.     SILLY   GIRL,     YOU   ARE   A   WARRIOR.     intelligent,     smart,     you   do   whatever   it   takes   to   survive.     YOUR   COMPASSION   IS   A   GIFT.     you   are   willing   to   go   far.     eyes   fixated   on   another   human   being,     unfamiliar   to   her    ----    a   stranger.     if   only   she   knew.     broad   arms,     strong,     and   he   walks   like   he’s   some   sort   of   god.     she   wants   to   see   him,     observe   him,     talk   to   him.     a   certain   longing   she’s   not   familiar   with.     maybe   because   deep   down,   she   already   knows.     few   steps   taken,   and   without   any   hesitation   further,     she   reaches   out,     tapping   his   shoulder     ----     and   once   eyes   were   locked,     she   regretted   her   decision   just   as   immediately.     this   was   a   mistake,     and   meeting   him   was   too.     ‘’     what   are   you   doing   here?     ’’     a   whisper,     words   laced   with   fear   and   frustration.

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