Primum Non Nocere

Canon-Divergent Angela Ziegler | Ind. Sel. | Penned by Staticat | Low Activity

[worldsbestdoc]

The doc is tentatively up and running. Catch her at @gildedfeatherfall. My RWBY muses will continue to be my mains, but I'll be giving her the attention she deserves.

[worldsbestdoc]

The doc is in fact getting a rework. Her new blog is currently under construction and will be promoted here soon.

[worldsbestdoc]

Total rework coming up. I’ll decide whether to shine this blog up or move entirely when I wake up later.

[worldsbestdoc]

Since I've been gone for approximately 84 years, who's still around?

[jazbaaati]

Czeslaw Milosz, Notebook.

[worldsbestdoc]

To do list:

Finish nursing school

Take NCLEX

Pass NCLEX

Become RN

Orient for both RN positions I got

Come back to Angela???

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Bleeding/Injury Sentence Starters Part 2

“Where did you get that bruise?” 

“Stop biting!” 

“You BIT ME!” 

“OUCH! What was THAT for?!” 

“Oh… oh no… that’s not clotting…” 

“That bite on your neck… it’s not natural.” 

“Is that a hickey or did someone try to tear your throat out with their teeth?” 

“Sit still! I’m trying to help!” 

“I’m going to have to push those arrows out.” 

“If you don’t stop squirming I’m going to pull an artery than the bullet.” 

“Who did this to you?” 

“You’re going to have to set my shoulder.” 

“Well that’s definitely dislocated.” 

“How are you still alive?” 

“One of these days you’re going to wind up dead.” 

“My nose’s broken.” 

“Pinch it and lean forward.” 

“Hold it above your heart, that’s it.” 

“I’m going to have to pull it out.” 

“That’s a stab wound don’t fucking lie to me.” 

“The dagger’s still in me.” 

“Oh god… oh god get it out of me!” 

“If you don’t stop, I’ll slit your throat.” 

“Just kill me already!” 

“Haven’t you had enough?” 

“What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment.” 

“I need…. bandages…” 

“Something definitely snapped.” 

“You…you should see the other guy…” 

“Don’t make me laugh…it hurts…” 

“This is only the beginning of what I’ll do to you.” 

“Back for round two, huh?” 

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[livixdunne-blog]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[amoralgeneticist]

@worldsbestdoc​ is gay

[worldsbestdoc]

!!!

No you

[growling-suggestion]

Remember when you were a hero? Now your hands are covered in blood and your arms are scarred and your eyes are tired. Let yourself rest.

[poemswords]

“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via books-n-quotes)

[overwatch-arts]

http://imgur.com/gallery/kJH9s

[incorrectow]

Tracer (freaking out): You nearly ran over Moria!

Mercy: Shit...

Mercy (throws car in reverse): Let me try again.

Tracer: NO

[worldsbestdoc]

Regardless of the fact that Moira had in fact managed to strike Angela where it hurt, and aside from the impotent anger quietly burning below the surface, she recognized that she had never seen Moira so low. Not when she had been effectively terminated from Overwatch’s laboratories; not when their relationship had come to a screeching halt; not at the whim of any hardship or misfortune that had befallen her throughout the duration of their association. Moira was liable to lash out in anger, but this was another thing entirely.

Presently, Angela recognized she needed space to manage her tempestuous emotions. Nothing could be gained by lingering here, as if she had the time to do so much longer. She was surprised she hadn’t yet been paged. This was far from over, however, and Moira’s unkind assessment of her usefulness would not be a permanent deterrent. Not when there was someone so precious to her at stake.

Back to what mattered to her, then.

“I am.” Softness negated whatever vindictiveness could have lingered. “I’ll be back tonight once I’m off duty. Until then, be kind to Kris. He’s doing his best. Tell him the truth when he asks after your needs.”

There was nothing more to be said--at least, nothing that could be said without aggravating wounds further. Angela gathered her resolve and left, sick at the idea of Moira festering in her imagined helplessness.

[worldsbestdoc]

Apathetic cruelty was no less apt to strike Angela in tender places. Dramatics and complications aside, Moira’s perspective was still of keen importance to her--even when the balance of power was so effectively shifted in her favor, as little power as she had here. A great stretch of time stood between the present and a past in which she’d had to endure statements like these regularly, and despite the experience and accomplishments she’d accrued in the meantime, Moira made her feel painfully small.

Angela was no longer at the genesis of her career with too much optimism and too little fortitude, however. Moira had endured something terrible, but that did not give her an excuse to abuse as she liked. The doctor’s wilted expression soon hardened. Her palms rested flat on her thighs, her shoulders held stiff, chin lifted in a show of muted defiance.

Moira was right. Angela had entrenched herself too deeply in a situation well out of her own control, and it seemed that she had less pull within the confines of her organization than she had in its prior incarnation despite promises to the contrary. There was little she could do about that in the present moment, but she would not be made to feel powerless as a means of displacement for another.

“I’m pleased to hear that you know volumes more regarding this situation than I do. However, I’m not twenty-five anymore, and I will not endure your redirected frustrations. I will continue to manage your case and seek further enlightenment on what is intended for you. You’ll not be cruel to any of my staff--I will check. They are only here trying to help, as am I. There’s no need to make others suffer because you feel too low to mind your tongue.”

And with that Angela rose. She did not cross her arms, but it was a mindful effort to the contrary.

“Is the current pain management regimen effective?”

[amoralgeneticist]

Moira’s hands kneaded together impatiently above her lap. The Irishwoman practically grimaced with the strain of anticipation twisting behind her eyes. Knowing how visibly anxious she was only added to her general discomfort about the situation. Even after what felt like an eternity of having her pride brutally stripped from her very being, the older scientist still had so much farther to fall. 

“Nothing.” She puffed, disappointment a razor’s edge in a single word and angled to Angela’s throat. “It only makes sense… What a waste of time.” Her tone was dismissive and bleak. In an instant Moira’s once determined eyes had dimmed before they squeezed shut, her brow creasing with the pain that persisted in her limbs even as she lie there. She’d been expecting anything but nothing. A warning of some kind; a date for a hearing, rumors… Anything would have been better than nothing. 

She knew it was wrong to blame Angela, and try as it might, the desperate weight in her chest couldn’t stop resentful words from rising to her lips and singeing her tongue.

“So, you’re useless to me then.” She hissed, “Out of all the miserable, blasted fools in this operation, how is it that the only person I can even remotely depend on can’t offer me the slightest inclination as to why the hell I’m even here?” Moira’s hands raised beside her head as if to pass over her hair only to drop to her lap again, balling empty fists out of sheer frustration. “This is completely inhumane! I’m not a fucking animal!”

[worldsbestdoc]

Differing impulses culminated in the sickening, guilt-ridden drop of Angela’s stomach. The insecure desire to snap back in her own defense was soothed by considerable experience in trauma and emergent medicine, if only haphazardly so. There was no correct, uniform response when having suffered through trauma--and Moira was presently faced with more still than the physical injuries which would likely haunt her for the rest of her life. Her future was plagued with uncertainty, fogged over by pain and physical limitations, by the mental scars left after such an event, and the ever-present fear regarding what, precisely, Overwatch intended to do with her.

Angela could solve the pain. She could dedicate herself to the improvement of Moira’s condition and, with the appropriate allocation of time and resources, most likely return her to full comfort and functionality. She could do little to negate the suffering Moira had already endured, and certainly she could not heal wounds of the mind, but she could at least be present in an effort to offer the necessary support.

The cold, unfeeling vindictiveness of the poorly resurrected organization she stood for cared little for one doctor’s pleas. There was nothing--in that regard, she was useless. Fear of her own incompetence clouded her judgment and loosened her tongue, but copious self-control and still-flickering affection for the woman before her guided forth still more gentleness.

“I’m trying.”

And god, even to her, it sounded like a pathetic excuse. Blue eyes dropped to her hands, clasped in her lap. She needed to breathe. This wasn’t about her, Angela reminded herself. Moira’s ire wasn’t personal; she needed support now, as well, not shallow attempts to solve the situation.

“I will do all that I can for you, Moira. Rosales won’t tell me anything, but I can try. And in the meantime, I will continue to monitor your case and see to your recovery. There’s not a deterrent potent enough to dissuade me.”

[worldsbestdoc]

Back in the thick of things. Fifteen weeks minus one day to go.

I'm not going on hiatus, but I'm going on a sort of an extended lurk. I may reblog things, I may interact sporadically, I may even reply. It just depends on my life and my mental state.