#thread: rayne

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Teenage Dirtbags

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School was such a bummer, he wished he could be anywhere than here right now. Though, he’d most want to be with his uncle, learning from the master on how to steal and con his way into fortune. He was wealthy, there was no doubt about that, but what fun was it to inherit money from your lame ass parents when you could steal it instead? The thrill of ‘borrowing without permission’ as his uncle put it was exhilarating. And that’s how Abraham passed the time. 

The break bell sounded and Abraham left his desk, waiting for the other students to leave first. He stayed behind a moment to speak with his teacher, asking for their recent graded essay to be handed back to him. When the teacher turned his back, Abe snatched the red-inked pen from his desk, quickly stuffing it in his back pocket before the teacher turned back. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. Abraham took his essay and thanked his teacher, before all but rushing out of the classroom. His uncle had told him to stay as calm as he could, so to not give himself away and possibly get caught. 

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  Abraham scouted the area carefully. Appearances mattered when selected the perfect targets to con, that was one of his uncle’s first lessons. Many people made it painfully obvious as to how loaded they were; designer purses, expensive jewelry, one of a kind attire - you’d think that they would automatically be his choice to loot. And for the most part, they were. But Abe liked a challenge and that’s what he sought for today. As if on cue, the perfect target appeared. A woman, he assumed in her mid-to-late twenties, dressed in fancy formal wear entered a coffee shop. The thief took position; the shop was located near a bus stop, lucky for him. He stood with his back to the shop, using the cars that stopped and passed by as a mirror so he could see when she emerged. And when she did, he made his move.     The classic run-in trick was his specialty, his sticky fingers quick. ‘’Oh! So sorry, love!’’ he apologized, as he reached for her pockets. 

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It was a rather slow day at Seattle Grace Hospital today; there weren’t many surgeries that male nurse Gabriel Lane could scrub in on and many of the doctors were simply making their rounds and checking on patients. There were those who came in for a stomach flu or a sprained wrist, but there was no major trauma and, although it did make their day rather boring, that was a good thing. Gabriel was on his way to check on a patient for Dr. Bailey when several doctors burst into the ER, rushing a gurney carrying a young dark haired female into an isolated area. He heard one of the doctors call a code blue - cardiac arrest. ‘’Lane!’’ Chief Hunt called, ‘’Get in here!’’ Immediately, Gabriel sprang into action.

‘’Twenty-seven year old female, two gun shot wounds to the chest, blunt force head trauma. Medics said she had lost a lot of blood at the scene. Heart rate and blood pressure are dropping ,’’ a doctor summarized. ‘’Okay. Lane, set up a line, push 50 cc of epi, get some gauze to stop this bleeding, I want an X-Ray ordered to see what’s going on inside as well as a CT scan, and let’s get the defib in here just in case, stat!’’ Gabriel turned to the small cabinet and fished for the epinephrine. He grabbed a IV tube and inserted it into the woman’s vein, pushing the needle of the drug into the tube and into her vein. As the doctors worked on her, he took the chance to lean close to her ear and whispered, ‘’Hey, you’re gonna be okay. You gonna fight, alright? You can do this, you can pull through!’’ He hoped she heard him.