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Sam had been on the clock for ten straight hours when the last leg of her shift was rolling in. She had gotten about a fifteen minute nap during her lunch and was stealing bites of her sandwich while filing between patients and chatting with doctors on what to do next with them. She walked to one of the ER beds and pulled the back to see a man sitting with his head tilted back and hands and chest bloody from what appeared to be a broken nose.

“Get into a fight?” she asked walking over and pulling on a pair of gloves, gently removing the man’s hand from his nose and throwing the bloodied gauze away to inspect the damage. “Who won?” she asked with a light smile. 

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“Love is a fairytale told to children.”

❝It’s not the love part that’s a lie. It’s the happy ever after.❞ Ben spoke from bitterness.

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“Maybe if you didn’t drink every night, you might remember things a little more and you wouldn’t have to pay off your teachers to give you good grades.” Beth said, raising an eyebrow at the bed-ridden, hungover Colton in front of her.

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Beth ran an NYPD mug she’d snatched against the bars of the cell. 

“This is bullshit, Collins!” Beth shouted to him, “I’m not even that drunk! I swear you throw me in here because you love having me around.” Beth said, setting the mug down. 

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Beth walked over to Phillip and plopped down on the couch, taking his hand.

“So, here’s the deal.” Beth started, “I’ve been planning this trip since I started college and I’ve been saving up and I figured Mr. History Buff would wanna come with so you, me and a trip to Rome, what do you say?” Beth grinned.

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Beth rubbed Jason’s shoulders softly, leaning over him and kissing his head. “Maybe if you went running with the pack a little more, you wouldn’t be so tense. You don’t have to stay around with me all the time. I’m a big girl, I can look over the house for a few hours.” Beth told him.

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Beth sat and watched as Mason punched at the bag. “You know, you can sit this one out. You got a pretty bad beating the other day. Give yourself a weekend to heal.” Beth mumbled, poking at her takeout.

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Beth stood in the kitchen, washing up old dishes and working on making dinner before Jack got too impatient and got angry. She wanted to avoid an incident but it seemed that no matter what she did to calm him, it just made it worse. Each night with him was spent listening to him tell his friends about all the other women he’s sleeping with and drink until he couldn’t find his way to bed and yet, Beth couldn’t find it in her to leave him. She was just an object to him, but she still loved him. 

She shook her head and picked up the beers and plates, carrying them down to the basement to the guys. 

“Enjoy.” Beth said. Jack gave her a look.

“Can’t you see we’re having a conversation, bitch?” He said. Beth opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it, closing her mouth and walking upstairs.