[walkingintofirex]

prettytragcdies·:

        It wasn’t long before Catherine was ushered away from Karly’s side by a couple of nurses. The doctor’s needed space to work, but standing on the outside looking in only caused the brunette to feel incredibly helpless. She should have been doing something and not just standing there staring while pleading with a God she at times wasn’t even sure she believed in not to take her granddaughter away from her family.

        Stepping back as the gurney was wheeled out of the room moments later, the quick explanation being given was processed to the best of her ability before everyone disappeared down a corridor to catch an elevator up to the surgical floor. Joe had suggested that he be the one to call Jimmy and Kim, and it was all Catherine could do to nod in agreement and offer a small thank you.

        As the next few hours seemed to drag on, the majority of the woman’s time was spent drinking cups of a poor excuse for coffee and flipping through just about every magazine and pamphlet the waiting area had to offer. Catherine wasn’t one to scroll through her phone or pace back and forth until she almost wore a hole in the floor, but once her daughter and former son-in-law arrived, her entire demeanor changed. There were no longer any visible signs of even the slightest crack. As the matriarch of the family, it was her job to stay strong and be a shoulder for others to lean on.

        At least she finally had something to do now.

        Soon enough, the family was greeted with the news they’d all been so desperately hoping for. The bullet had been safely removed, and the recovery process seemed to be going well thus far. With nothing left to do but continue the waiting game, Jimmy had gone to phone in an update to the firehouse while the other three adults gathered in Karly’s room. As soon as she noticed hazel eyes fluttering open, Catherine could almost sense that something wasn’t right.

        “Kar,” Catherine started, doing her best to keep her voice hushed as to not alert the others if there indeed wasn’t any actual reason to start worrying. “Sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?”

    “    it    hurts…    “    the    words    were    choppy    echoing    from    chapped    lips    as    she    consciousness    gained    more    clarity.    “    how    is    the    wife?    “ she    asked    clearly    in    denial    from    her    own    pain.     restless    hands    swarming    over    her    own    skin.    inhaling    sharply    as    she    grazed    over    the    wounded    area.    the    machines    still    tempting    the    slow    building    migraine.     hot    tears    falling    down    her    flushed    cheeks    as    she    glanced    at    the    company.    they    all     were    scared.    the    way    joe    stood    back    and    kept    his    posture    straight,    eyes    not    landing    on    one    item    for    more    than    a    moment.    kim,    who    was    beside    herself    and    now    holding    her    hands    with    head    burried    into    the    bed    to    hide    her    tears.

everything    had    happened    so    fast.    memories    fading    in    and    out    of    the    shooting.    the    ride    to    the    hospital    in    the    back    of    a    unfamiliar    rig.    sounds    of    doctors    and    nurses    spouting    medical    jargin    as    pain    coursed    throughout    her    insides.    she    hated    hospitals.    she    wanted    to    go    home    and    hide    in    her    own    bed.

fingers    weakly    removing    the    oxygen    tube    from    her    nose    and    yanking    off    the    finger    clamps.    "    where    is    grant?    did    they    arrest    him?    what-what    about     anthony?    did    he    get    out    okay?   "

[walkingintofirex]

kimzambrano·:

        Kim barely even got a complete sentence out before Karly was ripping off her oxygen like she was mere seconds away from sitting up and pulling herself out of the bed to get dressed to go home. She couldn’t blame her daughter, though. No, especially not after she’d done something very similar years ago. Jimmy was the same way, further proving that the restless apple truly didn’t fall far from the tree.

        "Very funny.” A half smile was partially forced as it didn’t quite reach her eyes. In typical Karly fashion, she was doing her best to appear tougher and more stoic than she was truly feeling. A mother could tell these things, even when others couldn’t. A small sigh left the blonde’s lips upon knowing she didn’t have the answer that was practically begging to be heard.

        “As soon as the doctors give us the green light, we’ll sign the release papers and get you out of here. Until then, you just have to try and be patient.” It wasn’t going to be easy, but maybe it would prove to be a lesson well learned for the future. Not that anything like this was ever going to happen again, of course. Well, at least not to her daughter anyway. “In the meantime, can I get you anything?”

      “      you      should      go      home      and      rest.     ”      karly      whispered      as      the      apparent      dryness      of      her      throat      began      to      bother.      “      you      can’t      miss      work      to      watch      me      lay      here      like      a      slug.     ”      elbows      adjusting      her      body      weakly      to      sit      up      in      the      bed.      brunette      locks      unruly      from      not      being      washed      in      several      days.

her      body      was      aching.      head      light      headed      from      the      sudden      movement,      but      she      dare      not      say      a       single      thing      in      front      of      the      woman      who      looked      like      she      had      only      stopped      crying      ten      minutes      prior.      "      some      water      would      be      nice?"      she      asked      gently,      forcing      a      smile      as      a      shaking      hand      found      her      oxygen      tubes      and      put      them      back      on.      so      much      for      being      stubborn.

"     where      is      dad?     "      the      question      posed      with      curiousity      as      she      inhaled      sharply      from      her      wound.       "     a-and      what      about      the      wife?      did     ...      umm,      is      she      okay?     "

[elena-gilbert]

[memories]

#kimzambrano and Other Things That Ruined My Life: An Autobiography by walkingintofirex

[happyprettylittleliarsday-deact]

Lucy Hale for Modeliste Magazine  – Photoshoot June, 2018. 

[walkingintofirex]

kimzambrano·:

        Kim had lost count of the number of patients she’d dropped off at the hospital she was currently sitting in over the years during her time as a paramedic, but there was one thing in particular she’d never realized before.

        They definitely needed more comfortable chairs.

        Okay, maybe at least part of it had to do with the fact that she’d been curled up in the exact same position for the past however many hours it’d been since Karly had drifted off. She hadn’t even gotten up for a bathroom or cafeteria break, wanting to be right there by her little girl’s side when she woke up, just in case she needed anything.

        Jimmy was around somewhere getting coffee, having finally convinced his wife that if she wasn’t going to eat anything, she at least needed to drink something. One way or another, Kim had to keep her strength up for their daughter. Between her husband and mother, the phrase was beginning to make them sound like a pair of broken records.

        Scrolling through her phone, green eyes scanned over the latest messages from people sending their thoughts and prayers as a small sigh filled the air, right hand running through blonde hair in partial tiredness and partial frustration. Words were beginning to blur together, only a few making sense here and there.

        “Hey, you’re awake.” Pulling herself up from the chair, she crossed the short distance over to the bed, gently brushing the stray locks of hair away from the brunette’s face. “How are you feeling? Be honest with me.” It was just the two of them right then, and Kim definitely didn’t need anything sugarcoated for her benefit.

it  had  been  twelve  hours  since  her  surgery.  the  first  twenty  -  four  were  critical  after  said  procedure.  and  with  karly  coming  in  and  out  of  consciousness,  she  couldn’t  keep  track  of  her  memory.  someone  different  in  the  room  each  time,  the  same  conversations,  but  nothing  sticking.

the  tubes  in  her  nose  were  causing  the  inside  to  become  raw.  fingers  sloppy  while  ripping  off  the  oxygen  and  moving  her  head  around.  she  was  becoming  restless.  there  was  nothing  more  that  karly  hated  more  than  hospitals  and  the  fact  that  she  had  no  other  choice  but  to  stay  in  one  until  god  knows  how  long  was  frustrating.

the  smell  of  her  mother’s  perfume  calming  her  nerves  somewhat.  the  staple  scent  that  brought  back  memories  of  childhood. 

with   a  fake  smile,  she  batted  her  eyelashes.  "  i  feel  perfectly  fine.  not  like  my  organs  are  made  of  razors  and  jello. "  sighing  quietly,  she  whined  quietly.  "  i  want  to  go  home. "

[walkingintofirex]

prettytragcdies·:

        It was supposed to be another routine day. Catherine had gone to work, come home to dinner with Joe, and now the two were relaxing in the living room, unwinding and just enjoying each other’s company while curled up together on the couch. Little did either one of them know, their perfect evening was about to take a turn.

        And not for the better, either.

        The sound of her phone’s incessant ring brought Catherine back to reality, having almost drifted off in the comfort of Joe’s warm embrace. A small sigh was emitted as the brunette took a few seconds to stretch her limbs before reaching out to grab her cell phone from the coffee table. Checking to see who it was that was interrupting, the slightest hint of a frown clouded soft features upon not recognizing the number right away.

        “Hello?” The next few minutes were mainly a one sided conversation full of nothing but exactly the type of information Catherine had always dreaded hearing. It wasn’t that she had any type of problem with her granddaughter’s chosen career path. No, she was proud of Karly’s bravery and determination. Becoming a cop wasn’t easy, and it certainly wasn’t for everyone. You had to be strong and resilient, to say the least. Karly had the necessary qualities and then some, but she wasn’t bulletproof.

        “Yeah, I’ll umn… I’ll meet you there as soon as possible.” Hanging up the phone with still slightly shaky hands, Catherine just sat there for a minute in silence, doing her best to process everything she’d just learned before turning to answer Joe’s questions and fill him in. She wasn’t clear on whether they hadn’t been able to get ahold of Kim and Jimmy or if Karly had requested she be called first, but either way, it was obvious that her presence and support were very much needed.

        Mere moments later, the pair was out the door and well on their way to the hospital. Replaying the earlier conversation over in her head, all she could do was hope against hope that everything would turn out alright. The doctors knew what they were doing. She trusted them to bring her granddaughter back to her, just like they had with her daughter all those years ago. Still, not knowing the details of what exactly was going on left far too many what ifs to dwell on. Fingers were crossed that there would be some sort of update upon her arrival.

        The next fifteen to twenty minutes seemed to pass by in a whirlwind. Speed walking was the name of the game was Catherine led the way into the hospital, making a beeline for the emergency department where she gave her reason for being there to the first nurse she spotted. Upon being directed where to go, a deep breath was taken before crossing the floor over to the bed and announcing her presence.

        “Kar, it’s Nana. I’m here, Sweetheart. You’re going to be okay.” Cautiously reaching out to take the younger woman’s hand in her own, she hoped to God she was right.

even  with  her  mother’s  profession,  the  brunette  hated  hospitals.  the  stale  odor  that  carried  through  hallways,  to  the  sight  of  spilled  blood  on  the  floor.  the  screaming  usually  following  with  notifications  to  family  members.  it  was  a  grim  place.  good  things  happened,  but  the  darkness  outweighed  most  of  the  time.

as  a  younger  girl,  she  refused  to  go  to  the  doctor's  office.  in  karly's  opinion  (  which  happened  to  be  wrong  most  of  the  time  )  everything  could  be  cured  with  over  the  counter  drugs.  there  had  actually  been  a  time  when  both  catherine  and  kim  had  to  drag  the  girl  out  of  the  house  kicking  and  screaming  in  order  to  tend  to  the  flu. 

even  with  the  anesthesia   that  was  pumping  throughout  her  veins,  the  pain  was  overwhelming.  mouth  dry  as  she  swallowed  back  the  feeling  of  nausea  as  she  opened  her  eyes.  everything  was  blurry.  memory  lost  on  the  smaller  details,  but  still  allowing  recollection.  the  sound  of  the  machines  causing  her  heart  rate  to  rapid  increase  with  fear.  eyes  blinking  over  and  over  as  she  came  to,  only  to  find  the  familiar  face  sitting  next  to  her.

she  wanted  to  cry  out  from  the  pain  she  was  feeling,  but  from  the  looks  on  catherine's  face,  she  could  tell  the  woman  was  doing  her  best  to  mantain  composure.  fist  clinching  tightly  as  stomach  rising  and  falling  from  normal  breathing  seemed  to  cause  even  more  pain.

" how  is  the  wife? "  karly  asked  through  a  wheezing  voice.  the  oxygen  tubes  currently  plugged  in  her  nose  making  things  an  awkward  struggle.

[walkingintofirex]

honestly this account is just one big love fest for @prettytragcdies. this has been the more you know. *insert shooting star here*

[walkingintofirex]

in the united states, approximately one hundred people per day are killed by a gunshot wound and hundreds more are injured.

SHE WAS LUCKY.

the surgery lasted about five hours. the chief of surgery at mount sinai hospital had successfully removed the stray lead pellets from her abdomen and were hopeful about the idea of a full recovery.

by this time it had been flooded every news station around the world. JOHNATHAN GRANT, a federal judge, was under arrest for not only physical and sexual abuse of his wife, but now carrying a first-degree attempted murder charge.

mumbled chatter and high pitched noises coming from all different machines welcomed her back to reality as she awoke from her nap. eyes slowly coming into focus to find a familiar face sitting in the exact position she had been two hours prior at the beginning of slumber.

“ YOU CAN BLINK, YOU KNOW? i promise not to break. “

karly mused gently with rasping voice as she turned her head against the pillow. unruly locks of hair falling somewhat in her face as she winced in pain from the slight movement.

surprise feelings for @kimzambrano

[walkingintofirex]

it’s as if time stops. the world coming to a screeching halt except yourself. numbness seizing control over the central nervous system, heartbeat ringing continuously throughout eardrums as the brain scrambles to decipher what just occurred. excruciating pain maintaining control of being the constant.

she should have remembered her vest.

it had been a routine procedure—one she had unfortunately been privy too countless of times. ashley grant was finally agreeing to testify against her abusive husband, johnathan grant. an ongoing situation for nearly four years and two children in the mix. to make things worse, johnathan was a well respected federal judge.

“ I PROMISE NOTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU. " a plea with desperation and confidence combined. " just go straight to your room and come back down. there will be no contact. “

vocalized at least twenty times before finally convincing the woman to enter the home. with the children safely in the patrol car outside with a uniform, all that was left were ashley’s belongings. and according to testimony— the suitcase had been packed for months.

anthony, her new partner, had the soon-to-be convict confined to the living room area. things were going smoothly, the atmospherequiet but calm as the woman disappeared to the bedroom upstairs. hues careful to make contact with her watch every few seconds.

perhaps it was the noise of frenzied reporters carrying in through the opened door. or the sound of more sirens pulling up outside. whatever it was, something happened. karly hardly had time to turn around before the sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the living room. the smell of smoke clogging her nostrils as she felt something hot.

she could hear anthony shout out, more gunshots fired until another body lay adjacent to her own against the floor. coherent enough to realize it was not someone in uniform.

“ —-KARLY, STAY WITH ME. ”

the sound of even more sirens and shouting lulling her into an unconscious state.

a lot of emotion for @prettytragcdies

[prettytragcdies]

walkingintofirex continued from (x)

        “You’re not dragging me into anything. I’m making my own decision to make this my business.” Catherine had never been one to sit idly by when someone she loved was in such obvious pain. This time was no exception. Just because Karly was now an adult, that didn’t mean she was no longer allowed to ask for help. It didn’t mean she had to carry such a heavy weight on her shoulders all alone.

        “If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t force you.” Support could still be given, even if she was in the dark about what the root of the problem was. There were other ways to lend a hand besides advice – things like a shoulder to lean on or a gentle reminder that there would always be at least one person in her corner, no matter how hopeless everything might feel right then.

        Then again, just offering a loving hug and a forehead kiss didn’t seem like nearly enough. There was more she could should be doing. “Can I get you anything in the meantime? Maybe some chocolate chip cookies or a mug of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows?” Or even a blanket – anything to not have to feel so helpless when her granddaughter was hurting.

[walkingintofirex]

Her body remained stiff on the bed as the woman moved closer, the words that were being vocalized not registering in her mind. Family was supposed to come first, no matter what. It was the most important thing in this world. For god sakes, Catherine was a living, breathing example of that. What kind of person would turn on her own father? If she lied in open court, she would perjure herself on the stand. If she spoke the truth, her father could easily lose his job or even worse—go to jail.

Throughout the span of her life, she had done a pretty good job making sure not to involve herself when it came to anything regarding the man’s extracurricular activities. The memory of that December night, walking to her mother’s house in the middle of the night without a jacket because loanshark’s took Jimmy’s car from him. She never verbally admitted to remembering, but she did. It broke her heart. And every time that led after only made the pain more sharp.

“He is going to hate me…” She whispered as tears continued to stream down her face. Karly had worked so hard to be at the point of her career that she was currently. Her entire life had been about learning and following the rules. The duty of protecting and serving instilled in her core. Quick to realize the woman would not understand a single thing she was saying, she turned to look at Catherine for the first time since she had entered the room. “The DA wants me to testify against Dad tomorrow about his gambling…”

“And now—“ She stopped herself from revealing that Nicholas was back in town. The last thing she needed was Catherine worried. "I just don't know what to do."

[walkingintofirex]

5) things you didn’t say at all

[walkingintofirex]

15) things you said with too many miles between us (gimme Peanut for Momma Almond lol)

[moonreflected-a]

departingsouls‌:

“‘prompts: 

1) things you said at 1 am  2) things you said through your teeth 3) things you said too quietly 4) things you said over the phone 5) things you didn’t say at all 6) things you said under the stars and in the grass 7) things you said while we were driving 8) things you said when you were crying 9) things you said when I was crying 10) things you said that made me feel like shit 11) things you said when you were drunk 12) things you said when you thought I was asleep 13) things you said at the kitchen table 14)things you said after you kissed me 15) things you said with too many miles between us 16) things you said with no space between us 17) things you said that I wish you hadn’t 18) things you said when you were scared 19) things you said when we were the happiest we ever were 20) things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear 21) things you said when we were on top of the world 22) things you said after it was over 23) things you said on the streetcar at 1 am 24) things you said with clenched fists 25) things you said in the back seat of a cab 26) things you said sitting still 27) things you said on the phone at 4 am 28) things you said but not out loud 29) things you said in the backyard at night 30) things you said on the highway 31) things you said while I cried in your arms 32) things you said I wouldn’t understand 33) things you said at the back of the theatre 34) things you said in your sleep 35) things you said that made me feel real 36) things you said you’ll never forget 37) things you said with the tv on mute 38)things you said while holding my hand’ 39) things you said when we first met 40) things you said when you met my parents 41) things you said you loved about me 42) things you said when you asked me to marry you 43) things you said in our vows 44) things you said before you kissed me 45) things you said on new year’s eve 46) things you said when you kissed me goodnight 47) things you said in a hotel room 48) things you said on our honeymoon 49) things you said when we were 18 50) things you said when we were 70 51) things you said as we danced in our socks 52) things you said with my lips on your neck 53) things you said in the dark 54) things you always meant to say but never got the chance 55) things you said under your breath 56) things you said in the spur of the moment 57) things you said when no one else was around 58) things you were afraid to say 59) things you said after we fell in love 60) things you said [make your own]”

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the ones with single quotes aren’t mine, but the rest are. great story and fic prompts

reblog if you want your followers to send you a number and pairing to write a fic about

(via robbersdjh)

[walkingintofirex]

prettytragcdies·:

        “It’s very rude to make fun of your elders, you know.” The feign of offence and stern tone were failing terribly with each passing syllable. Fortunately, Karly had agreed to let the whole thing go. Well, for the time being anyway, at least. “Deep fried Oreos,” she repeated, as if it was something she couldn’t believe and saying it enough times would eventually make it that much easier to see as a reality. “The next thing I know, you’ll be telling me there’s deep fried birthday cake or something.” It wasn’t the best example in the world by any means, but it was the first and pretty much only one that came to mind in that moment.

        “Painted pumpkins for the porch does sound like a nice idea,” she agreed. “I think it’s safe enough to say that your painting skills have improved ten fold since you were about four years old.” No matter how messy, each creation had looked like a masterpiece by the time it was finished. Or at least that was what she’d always told the little girl anyway. Either way, they definitely had a very colorful stoop during the holiday season. “Do you want anything else while we’re over here?” The line had been moving slowly yet surely, and the two were about to be next. After studying the menu for a couple of minutes, Catherine had come to the conclusion that she also wanted a small bag of popcorn to go along with her own hot chocolate.

        With Karly’s attention quite obviously being pulled in two completely different directions, Catherine posed one final question to her granddaughter. “You want to go and check it out for yourself, don’t you?” It wasn’t like that was anything new. Given who her parents were, it was practically in the girl’s genes. “Go ahead. I’ll bring everything over to you once it’s ready. Just be careful, and make sure to stay out of their way.”

”Oh, yes. I forgot, sixty year olds were off limits to my jokes.” Karly teased as she squeezed the red head’s arm. “Actually, there is. Monica had it at her party last year. You know, Pops should look into selling small bite-sized ones at the deli. I bet they would be a hit. Also, don’t say Oreo’s with such disdain in your voice. Now that is offensive.” Karly had the biggest sweet tooth in the entire family, which was saying a lot due to Jimmy Doherty being her father. “Listen, Picaso couldn’t even touch my four year old creations. My art is a form of expression.” The teenager defended herself before flipping her long locks over her shoulder. “You should really start decorating again, you know, going all out like we used to do? I think it would be fun and at least keep you busy.” She mused the idea with a soft tone of voice as her eyes glanced over. “Can I get a hot chocolate with cinnamon?” Her words trailing off as her attention did so. She could see her mother’s outline from across the way as teeth bit the inside of her cheek. For a woman she resented most of the time, she had a natural draw to her. Karly was always curious to know more about the woman, whether it be personal, or work related. Paramedic Kim always seemed to allow her to look at her mother in a different light. She couldn’t hold grudges against someone saving another human being’s life. Hearing her grandmother vocalize words, she realized that her focus had completely zoned out. “Hmm? What?” She asked turning back around to make eye contact with Catherine. “I—I think she is busy… but yeah… at least say hello? I will let her know you are here too.” Before leaving to head towards the scene, Karly was sure to thank and hug her grandmother before moving carefully down the path of people. When she got closer, she made sure to stay hidden behind a few people as she watched her mother check out some injuries that had occurred from a hay ride gone bad. Eyes glanced over at the smoking truck laying sideways on the ground and bit her lower lip. No one looked seriously injured, but it didn’t stop the news reporters from showing up and more people from gathering. Moving around the crowd to get a better look, her attention turned towards the truck a few yards away as she heard small crying. Making sure she was not going to get caught, Karly slowly moved over only to find small feet of a puppy trapped in the front of the car. Eyes widened quickly as she got down on her knees and moved towards the open side. It was not far from reach, but it was getting hot. The small animal had a shard of glass stuck in it’s fur from the impact. Karly quickly went to retrieve it, cutting the entire length of her arm against the driver’s side window in process. With a grip on the fur, she began to pull as she smelled the hay begin to catch fire and quickly flung herself backwards as the front began to smoke.

[prettytragcdies]

walkingintofirex continued from (x)

        “Ha, I’d like to see her try.” Amusement was written all over Sadie’s face at the mere mental image alone. While she’d only been late twice in her career thus far, it was made obvious each time that there was no such thing as special treatment simply because of who her father was. Something similar could also be said for Karly. “It’s been so long that I don’t think I would even remember what to do if I had one.”

[walkingintofirex]

”I hear about those nine to five jobs all the time, actually having not only a day off—oh no, they get weekends and get to use their PTO hours.” Karly said stretching out her arms and groaning a bit. “But then I think I would get bored. Plus, who needs a gym membership when you can just run as fast as possible after assholes?” Pushing herself up off from the mattress, she moved over to the vanity and glanced in the mirror. Fingers gently tossing out her freshly curled hair. “C’mon, get up. I need coffee.”

[prettytragcdies]

“Says who?”

walkingintofirex

        If looks could kill, Faith would be on death row right then. “Don’t make call your mother.”

[walkingintofirex]

“It was just a joke, Yokas. Sheesh. Calm down.” Karly said with wide eyes and doing her best to not laugh to much as she grabbed the latest arrestee and escorted him down to the holding cell. “What are you, twelve?” She asked the kid who was putting up a fight the entire time. Quickly being corrected with a vulgar insult, the brunette slammed the thirteen year old into the bars a bit roughly before opening the door. “Whoops, my bad.” She said taking back Faith’s handcuffs and locking the door behind. “What’s he in for?” She asked handing back the metal cuffs to the blonde before hopping onto the corner of Faith’s desk and letting her feet dangle.