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                       ❝  Oh--! Dr. Altman... Have you seen Owen?                        We have a surgery scheduled and I can’t find                        him anywhere.. ❞

dr-teddyaltman

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             ”She is way too cute to be single—”

                            ❝ Oh, is she....?   ❞                    April wasn't paying much attention to the bar crowd             swirling her drink around in her hand. Far too distracted by             her own midnight woes to turn her attention to the drunk             sitting next to her. They'd been unlikely friends since he'd             shown his 'charming' face in the hospital. But, she needed             a night out and, judgingby the way he was now... So did he.

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                              ❝ —I promise, Jackson... I'll be fine.                                   It'll be good to be out of the house and                                                     you'll be there..... ❞

                                           ialwayshave ;; Liked for a starter.

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                              ❝ So-- um.... Would you wanna go get a                                     coffee or something? I'm off now if you're                                             interested.. If not--! that's okay... ❞

                                           akingsmxn ;; Liked for a starter.

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                                                 ❝ Oh!— ummmm... ❞                              She struggles to find an excuse really. Though she guesses                              there isn't much need for one. This is the on call room.. And                              she is the on call Attending.                                                  ❝ Oh-- Jackson, it's just you... Okay. ❞

                                                     ialwayshave ;; wanted lovin' c;

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           Living with another doctor was the            w o r s t. “April I am fine—” words were            cut short with a wheezing series of coughs.            ”Really I am fine.” He needed to get better            at lying. 

                                                     ❝ Uh huh-- And my name isn't April Kepner. ❞

                                                     ❝ You're not going anywhere, Mr. Avery.                                                 You are going to stay right here and get some rest                                                 while I try, and probably fail, at playing nursemaid. ❞

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