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[evcryopeneye]

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He looked annoyed, then again, when did Conrad ever not look annoyed? He didn’t mind the fact he had a bit of a reputation as being a hard ass…but it got shit done right? It wasn’t as if Conrad was trying to poke his nose in another doctors case, he didn’t want to over step boundaries but…he liked the kid. “Hey, new-guy,” Conrad said with a small upward nod, a point towards the empty room, “Halstead, right? I need a word,” he didn’t wait for a reply, instead he swung the room door open, waiting for him to follow, and then gently closed it behind him, before spinning the rod for the blinds.

“Your patient, Andrea, I like her…treated her several times, she’s had a rough ride,” complication after complication after complication. “Which means, I would quite like her not to die in here, so you need to get Bell off her surgical base, before he HODAD’s kills her.” Well, truthfully, he wasn’t entirely sure just how much Halstead knew about what was going on here. “His complication rate is through the roof, he killed an appendectomy patient, inters don’t even screw that up. You want you patients to get out of here alive, you keep him as far away from them as possible.”

[herheroics]

Text || Mansted Doctors

( text - - - > will ): babeeee babeeee are you there?

( text - - - > will ): because you need to answer. okay thanks

[whcwashe]

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     “ ---- it’s like ONE more flight of stairs, I promise ----” She’s practically got him by the sleeve, and really, it’s not that she felt like they were moving too slowly, but she got ahead of herself easily. Or maybe she was just too easy to excited. Roof tops, as it were, weren’t all that exciting, on the whole. But this one was special, in part because it was a decent view, and in part because it belonged to her building, which made it easier to control. The sigil carved into the door is hard to miss, but her landlord had yet to replace it, which was a blessing, really. “ -- this is like -- one of THREE places in Chicago that’s totally ghost free. Y’know -- quiet.”

[eternallypetite]

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“ You’re the doctor. I’m pretty sure you can self-diagnose yourself. Don’t need my opinion to say you’re right. ” Persephone leaned back against the squishy pillow, fluff rising on either side of her ears. It was almost a miracle how she managed to get him back to his place, drag his drunk ass through the rooms till plopping him down face first onto his bed. But, lucking for her sake, he had been drunk enough that there wasn't much of a fight put up when she convinced him to leave the bar. There was still concern for the male, so she convinced herself to also stay the night— however, Will was most definitely under the covers while she used a pile of blankets and stayed atop them. “ You are more entertaining drunk than I thought you would be. I’d be down for seeing that again. ”

[theirnarrative]

Chicago is not nearly as magical as Seattle. It doesn’t have ferry boats nor constant rainy days that give way to beautiful sunrises that make the water sparkle like diamonds. It’s windy, which he supposes could be beautiful. The wind howls through the streets in a way that is unfamiliar to him. “So-” Derek begins with a glance to the trauma doctor. “Where do you go for a drink after a day of saving lives?” It’s an invitation to Will, a chance to get to know the man he’d worked beside in a city that reminds him of New York. 

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[heartsofvalora]

+ @willhalstxad​ ( lexie sc. )

“---hi! i’m lexie, lexie grey.”

[insomniacsmuses-a]

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The exhaustion was bone deep now, on shift for an hour after she was supposed to be off, but you couldn’t just up and leave a trauma case. Cass glanced at Doctor Halstead, forced a smile, albeit a tired one. “I need a coffee and the biggest damned breakfast ever after I clock out. Join me?” she asked, stretching to crack her back. Like an old woman, she thought.

[pekkt]

Sigyn wrestles accidents like bears. Can you imagine who comes out on top? Depends on the bear, really, and how good is it at a nelson hold anyway? There are days when she’s walking away with nothing much to show for it except for a small garden of bruises hidden under her shirt and a mouth that looks crooked because it hurts when she talks and splits the lip again and again.

This week the accident (the bear? now keep up, it’s not a REAL bear... this time) throws her for the loop, pins her down good and gets vicious. This week it looks like the universe has a real taste for blood.

Wouldn’t it be her luck to end up on this side of the universe, tutting around MIDGARD when the mouth of the cosmos gets her good? Well, she’s seen worse healing hands than the ones on Earth. At least they have all those convenient little shops full of aisles brimming with sterile this and pain relief that.

She’s got magic too, don’t get this all wrong. Only sometimes her magic is wonky. Sometimes she does a spell and it reminds her hey, baby, i’m an ancient thing and so are YOU and she ends up looking like half a tree for a month. So here she is holding a hand against her side where it hurts the most, where she has an oozing thing that wants to drool more puss than she can imagine she’s able to make naturally, and she can’t decide on the kind of BANDAGE she should get.

“Hey. Hey fella, yeah you, c’mere, I need your OPINION,” oh the irony of it all.

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