▲ and i bleed when i fall down
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May 10, 2016 10:42:03 GMT -6
Post by CHARIS KENG on May 10, 2016 10:42:03 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I'M ONLY HUMAN AND I BLEED WHEN I FALL DOWN,I'M ONLY HUMAN AND I CRASH AND I BREAK DOWN;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -As she leaned her head back against the wall, Charis felt the wave of exhaustion come over her entire body. Sitting in the surgical wing of the hospital, Charis let out a breath. Blood stained the front of her scrubs, not to mention the sweat stains from being under pressure for god only knows how many hours. Being busy was something the prided herself in. She found ways to keep busy, whether it was because she was on a hunt with her father, patching up people from a hunt or well in a surgery. Today she was in a surgery. Being covered in blood and other bodily fluids was something that she was beyond used to. And today, she had to treat a hunter that got himself into a bit of a pickle.
God, she had never seen so many broken bones, or bones sticking out of the body. Charis hadn’t ever seen someone with that much damage to the body still alive. He was a fighter and that much Charis knew. Taking in a deep breath, she pushed herself up off of the floor and felt the aches and pains run through her body. After spending at least seven hours, if not more, trying to repair what she could, she wouldn’t know much more until he woke up. Charis told the people that brought him in what the damage was and of course, hospital protocol meant that they couldn’t see him until he was stable and wasn’t in ICU. They didn’t like it and of course, tried to argue with Charis, but she was done. So done with the day. She told them that was that and walked away.
After a quick change of scrubs and pulling her white coat back on, Charis made her way back to where the guy, Raymond, was. She was starving and could probably use a nap, but she needed to stay with him. Charis let out a small sigh as she tucked her hair behind her ear, well the hair that was falling out of her pony tail anyways. Charis bit her lip as she lingered in the doorway to his room. The poor guy, different IVs going into his arms, hooked up to different machines, gauze still trying to stop some of the bleeding. As she walked towards him, she felt connected in a way. As if, maybe in some other universe or life, they knew each other.
As carefully as she could, she gently pulled back the blanket to reveal his bare, yet very banged chest. Charis was trying to busy herself again, and that lead her to checking his stitches, making sure nothing was bleeding. It was something that she always felt like she needed to do, check to make sure that any post-op incisions weren’t getting infected or had opened. She checked his stats and a few other things, but Charis was pretty sure he was going to make it. He had a hell of a recovery, but he was going to make it. She did want to move him to where she could have more one on one time with him once he was able to be transported. Charis hopefully would be able to take him back to her father’s home, keeping an eye on him and a few others, in the medical type wing her father had built in his well, mansion.
Who was she trying to kid, her father had turned a beautiful home into a base for hunters. Charis didn’t mind it too much, but she did mind being woken from a dead sleep to patch up a hunter’s bite wound, gunshot wound or any other kind of wound. Sometimes, Charis felt like they took her for advantage and didn’t appreciate that she did stay there to help out. Some of them still treated her like a little girl who didn’t know her ass from the butt of a gun. Time after time, Charis proved that she was strong and could do it. And yet, she never felt like she was good enough to be there, or to even be a hunter. There had been so many times when Charis was ready to leave, to give it all up and go somewhere else. She never did though, she always stayed close and stayed for the people who needed her.
Sitting somewhat close to his bedside, Charis was going through some other paperwork and charts. She briefly glanced up, not sure if she did hear him moan or if she saw his eyes open, but she decided to talk to him. She set down her charts and stood up so that she was standing next to his bedside. “Hey there, Raymond,” her southern accent was sort of thick, “You're gonna be just fine. We've got you well looked after.” she asked as her voice softened a little bit. Charis was well taught in her bedside manner, placing her hand very carefully on his not as injured arm, “Ray?”
And who knew, perhaps this exact moment would be a moment that they would remember for years to come.
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tags; RAYMOND KENG lyrics; christina perri words; 844 notes; why yes, this is from syhm xD
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▲ did you see the flares in the sky,
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May 12, 2016 18:22:20 GMT -6
Post by RAYMOND KENG on May 12, 2016 18:22:20 GMT -6
flaresinthesky* did you find it hard to breathe? did you cry so much that you could barely see? in the darkness all alone and no one cares there's no one there. but did you see the flares in the sky? were you blinded by the light? did you feel the smoke in your eyes? did you see the sparks, feel the hope? you are not alone. 'cause someone's out there sending out flares,, He still wasn't the most skilled of hunters.He was still clumsy, still didn't keep his guard up the way he should have. In the past that sort of foolishness got people killed - more specifically, it got his mother killed. The death of his mother had originally prompted Raymond to leave hunting altogether. He figured the move out to California would be the perfect chance to abandon that lifestyle. He could open a garage, settle down somewhere. He would never have to kill again. He would never have to watch anyone die. At least, that was the original plan, but the original plan was abandoned shortly after his arrival in the city. A late night at the shop ended with him saving a young hunter's ass from a vampire and, well, he got attached to the kid - Randall was his name.He was brought back to Randall's faction's base and welcomed as a hero. They ragtag group of hunters invited Ray to stay with them, to join their group and help train some of the younger guys and girls. He wasn't sure what it was, maybe the feeling of actually doing something good for a change while hunting, or maybe it was the pleading look on Randall's face, but he agreed to stay. So far, it wasn't so bad. He made fast friends, including a fellow trainer named Derek. The guy was hotheaded and a bit of an asshole at times, but he made Ray laugh. In a way, he reminded him of his brother. The new faction had become a family to him, and his life in California had started to be complete. Well, complete, but still without any contact with his father. His dad hadn't spoken with him since his mother's death - Brian was the only reason he had any idea what was happening with their father at that point. It still hurt him every day, all of it did. But the faction made it a little bit better.But hunting would always bring with it some bad days, and this, this had definitely been one of them. He relived it as he lay in the hospital bed, IVs up and down his arms like lights on a Christmas tree. It was all his unconscious mind could think about, because as it always does, it just happened so fast. Vampires - the little hunting party had been outnumbered three to one. He'd held his own okay for awhile, but one rib-breaking punch had him out for the count for the rest of the fight. From that point on he became a punching bag, a ragdoll. He'd started losing consciousness by the time the rescue party arrived, lead by a trigger-happy Derek who had no problem firing wooden bullets into the vampires' bodies. The gunshots echoed in his head as he slept, playing on repeat as he lay in the hospital bed, the machines beeping more rapidly as a sign of his increased heartbeat. The memory was broken, though, at a sudden pressure on his arm, a light touch that pulled him out of his head. The beeping settled, and the man let out a slow, content sigh. He was okay.Now he could hear her voice, calling him by name. Even though he couldn't place a face to the sound of her voice, he knew he was safe. The pull of her voice caused his eyes to flicker, blinking once, twice, as he started to focus on his surroundings. Ray let out a rather pained groan, wincing at the blinding fluorescent lights that created him as he woke up. But the lights weren't what caught his attention. Ray's brows crinkled together as he tried to focus his vision, his gaze settling on the woman's face above him. The first thing that came over him was calm, and Ray had no idea why. He didn't know who she was - she probably worked at whatever hospital he'd found himself in - but her presence was warm. It felt like home. And so, in spite of the awful pain shooting through his body, Ray felt the corners of his lips twitch with a faint, weak smile. It was like being woken up by an angel - God, if Derek knew he was thinking like that, he'd never hear the end of it.
"Hi ..." He finally managed to croak out, his voice raspy from a lack of use during the time he was knocked out. Ray winced a bit, biting back another groan. He really needed to find a career that didn't involve him getting his ass kicked. For a brief moment Ray's face fell with worry. "The others ... I was with a few other people ..." What he didn't know was that the rest of his party had gotten out okay - they were the ones with Derek in the waiting room. Somehow he was the only one who took the worst, and basically any, of a beating. Ray chewed softly on his lip, his eyes flickering rapidly around the hospital room, restless and anxious and, at that point, terrified for his family.
His eyes landed on the woman again in their frantic darting about, and once again the calm settled over him. Ray let out a slow, shaky breath, unable to even comprehend this effect she had on him so effortlessly. He shook his head faintly, instantly regretting even that slight movement, but he managed to flash her a tiny grin. "Are you my nurse ... or are you some sort of angel here to lead me to the afterlife?" Blame it on the drugs, blame it on whatever you want, but he had to voice what he was thinking. There was just something about her that he couldn't quite place.tagged: CHARIS KENG // lyrics: the script // notes: bbys' first meeting TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP & ADOXOGRAPHY
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▲ and i bleed when i fall down
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Jul 8, 2016 15:44:55 GMT -6
Post by CHARIS KENG on Jul 8, 2016 15:44:55 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I'M ONLY HUMAN AND I BLEED WHEN I FALL DOWN,I'M ONLY HUMAN AND I CRASH AND I BREAK DOWN;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -It hadn’t been easy for Charis and really, if she had lost this guy before she had a chance to save him, she would have lost it entirely. An overly emotional Charis was a mess, her best friend had been on a hunt and been brought back in the same condition as Raymond had been, only she wasn’t allowed to save him, because she was considered his family. Charis hated it, she hated that she couldn’t do anything to save him. It had been a few weeks ago, but does time ever heal those sort of wounds? There was a small part of her that knew she should have maybe admitted to him that she did love him, but she would never have that chance. Chances, things that people seem to take for granted, are something that Charis often never got. She never got the chance to prove to her father that she was more than just his daughter, that she was the son he never had. Not to mention that she still needed the chance to prove to herself that she could do some good in her life. Maybe this was her chance to prove to herself that she was worth it, that she had value and that she could do something with her life.
As soon as she saw the squint, Charis moved to quickly dim the lights in the room, hoping it would help him a little bit. God, he had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Charis quickly shook the thought away. No, being romantically attracted to a patient was asking for trouble. She’d seen Grey’s Anatomy, she knew how this would end for her if she wasn’t careful. And yet, she felt less scared when she met his eyes. Then again, the things that a person didn’t have control over, such as finding the man whose chest cavity one just had their hand in, eyes attractive. It was strange as a doctor. So many time she had someone comment on her, telling her she looked pretty or that she had wonderful eyes. Charis almost always could only think about the fact that she had seen them naked, or that she held their beating heart in her hand, or that she had just put their intestines back into their abdomen. Really, once you’ve seen the inside of a person, it was hard to find them attractive.
“Your team is in the waiting area, and Derek has been asking for an update every half hour it seems.” Derek and Charis had known each other for a while, they even tried doing that let’s get a drink and get hammered then have sloppy drunken sex together. Really, if her pager didn’t go off while he was getting her panties off, they would have wound up doing something they’d regret. For the most part, she went to him now if she had a medical question. Derek treated her like an equal and not like someone who had no idea what they were doing. She was young, but she had a clue.
Unsure of what came over her, when she saw the frantic look in his eyes and heard the cardiac monitor speed up slightly, Charis gently moved to take his hand in hers. She’d done it with children when they were scared and weren’t able to see their parents, and it usually worked. “Hey, you’re alright,” she said softly, her voice had a soothing tone to it, “You’re safe Ray.” She offered him a warm smile, but she soon found her cheeks heating up with a bright red. Flattery was something that she dealt with, but this was a brand new form of it, at least to her it was. Trying to find her words, she ducked her head a bit as she tried to hide how bright red her face was, she could feel the blush extend to her ears.
“I’m actually the surgeon who pulled you back from the light,” she said after a few moments. Another common misconception, that she was a nurse. Maybe it was because she looked so young or maybe it was because she was well, a woman, but she often had to correct people, “Doctor Burke, but you are more than welcome to just call me Charis.” She smiled softly down at him, “but a nurse will be coming around soon to up your pain medication, and that will probably send you back to sleep.”
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tags; RAYMOND KENG lyrics; christina perri words; 744 notes;
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