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Post by Sarai Montgomery on Jul 18, 2009 22:23:54 GMT -6
 SARAI JORDANA MONTGOMERYVALKYRIE HOSPITAL DAY SHIFT, JULY 2009[/font][/center] -----the harsh, angry beep of the alarm clock sent sarai shooting up in bed, her hair falling around her face like a brunette curtain as she took stock of the room around her. it was fairly dark thanks to her doubly lined curtains she'd gotten to help her sleep after the night shift, the angry buzzing was still swirling around the room, she was dizzy from sitting up so fast, and she still couldn't see a darn thing with her hair in front of her face. fumbling around for a moment, sarai's hands finally stumbled onto the machine, her fingers scouring the surface for the snooze button which she eventually found. with the bout of silence that swarmed her, sarai sank back into her bed and gave herself a real moment to wake up. most of the time sarai was the golden image of perfection. she was cheery, kind, courteous, and all around good-natured. it was going to take a lot to manage that after having worked the late shift last night followed by a shift the very next day. it was wrong to have agreed to sub in for someone who just happened to need that day for a date. she could manage it just fine yes? no. a complete and resounding no. already she felt like a completely useless waste of space similar to something from the walking dead. no today was not going to be too much fun but she'd manage somehow. dosing up on coffee sounded pretty good, a quick nap during her break sounded even better. one way or another she'd get through it just like she did everything else. after all, she was a damn miracle worker.
-----that was the only saving grace to her job, the only reason why she even considered the gruesome mess that was her career choice, because she saved lives and she made a difference somehow. there weren't too many individuals out there who could really say as much. a fashion designer really couldn't say they saved a life. maybe they saved a person from being a fashion disaster but that would have to be about it. in fact there was only a small handful of jobs that were actually dedicated to saving lives. sarai was proud to be one of those very few people. if she didn't like making a difference sarai could have just remained a model for her mother's clothing label after she turned eighteen. she could have stuck with her contract and had her half naked, bikini clad ass plastered on posters and in magazines for all the world to see, but she didn't want to do that for a living. she didn't want to be indebted to her mother in any way. she wanted no sort of contact with the woman who'd birthed her and more than anything sarai simply wanted to make her father proud of her again. she'd felt as if she'd made so many mistakes over the years. after tony had left her life had fallen to pieces and god forbid she was still trying to put herself back together. sarai truly didn't like being this off put by everything that was happening. she liked it back when she was a kid and the world made sense. life at home was tough, her father had undying love for her, her mother was still a bitch but she could stay out all say with friends and ignore her. that truly was the life. now it seemed that she couldn't tell up from left, sideways from right, and everywhere in between. it was out of character for her to be so out of place in her own life, and as such it was completely unsettling.
-----sarai jumped out of a dazed sleep as her snooze went off once more, groaning but turning off the alarm and actually getting up. if she didn't she'd wind up sleeping in and be...her eyes caught sight of the numbers on the alarm clock and sarai damn near screamed. she'd been asleep for more than thirty minutes, meaning that the snooze had gone off more than once, meaning she was now running late. she dove out of bed, her sheets wrapping around her ankles and tripping her up. as she tugged her leg free, sarai scrambled out of her clothes, turning on the water and jumping in though the stream from the shower head still ran ice cold. she was finished with her quick wash almost before the water ran from cold to warm, indulging in the warmth and letting her body thaw before she turned off the water and hopped out, a towel winding it's way around her body. she had little time for anything besides sweeping her hair up in a quick ponytail and quickly applying a light sheen of day worthy makeup before she burst out of the bathroom and jumped into her scrubs, slipped on her white sneakers, and was out the door before her roommate could ask her where the fire was. she pulled into the parking lot of the hospital with time to spare, causing a wave of relief to wash through her. to her dismay, sarai's relaxation also caused the adrenaline rush that she'd been working on since she'd woken up to slowly sizzle out leaving her a zombie-esque puddle in the front seat of her car.
-----"first stop coffee." sarai grumbled to herself as she turned off the ignition and got out. she walked in through the sliding doors and headed straight for the worker's lounge where she could put her things into a locker and chug a gallon's worth of coffee before she even looked at one chart. she did just that the minute she walked in, grabbing the lock on her locker and placing her purse and her change of clothes, which she'd been lucky enough to pack the night before, in her locker, securing it before she walked over to the coffee station. "a gift from the gods." she spoke with true admiration as she filled up a cup with black coffee and tried her best to drink it quickly. on most occasions sarai hated black coffee but today she couldn't afford to take up any more room in the cup with milk and sugar or even the occasional scoop of hot chocolate mix for a little flavor. black was caffeine and that was all she'd be running on for the next seven to nine hours.
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listening to • the reason - hoobastank
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Post by matteobuchanan on Sept 8, 2009 11:47:13 GMT -6
MATTEO S BUCHANAN, I'M AS CRASS AS THINGS IN YOUR PAST
you wished that you could let them go
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“You better get your British butt in there, we’re understaffed and I don’t have the time for your sweet talking today,” Laverne said, dropping a chart in Matteo’s into his hands before turning to deal with more things behind the cramped nurses desk. She was a bigger lady, but Laverne was gentle, maternal even as the head nurse, hell, she even taught Matt a thing or two but it were times like these, that he was clearly annoyed by her. He sighed, blankly staring at the pale yellow file folder, clinic duty, he put it off as long as possible, “But I’m Irish, love, and this is going to put a splinter in our relationship,” He said, rising from his chair, waving the file as he twisted the brushed chrome knob of one of the examining rooms, as he heard Laverne, “Mmmhmm, now go, she’s been waitin’ for a while now.” He sighed as he went inside the white room which had a faint smell of lemon cleaner; got to love sanitized hospitals and that eerie smell. As he entered, he stopped suddenly as a grin was plastered on his face; from ear to ear at what was in front of him. It was like Matteo just walked into a Barbie playhouse mansion thing, he was faced with Barbie herself. Just like the doll, this woman was grossly disproportionate as her bust stuck out far more the necessary just as her waist was sucked in a permanent reflection of a funhouse mirror sort of way. All those stereotypes of trophy wives and/or trophy gold diggers came true in once glance.
“So was it the pool boy or the gardener?” He asked, tossing the chart onto the counter, nearly getting the manila folder into the sink, as he plopped down on the silver stool. He raised his brows as her face contorted into some sort of shock in the truth he spoke. “What?” Interesting, denying her STD was good as he patted his pockets down and removed a red sucker, ripping away the plastic and plopping it in his mouth. He waited a bit longer; raising his brows to force and answer out of her a little faster, “I don’t believe I stuttered, an answer would be marvellous,” He spoke, his accent drooling over his words as much as his bitter sarcasm did. “Okay, fine, maybe you’re right,” She agreed, in a small voice, rolling her eyes with it. She would have been averagely attractive, if it wasn’t for the Silicon Valley that seemed to be exploding at his face. However, when she agreed that he may in fact be dead on the money, his very well deserved arrogance took a say, “Yes I am!” He smiled triumphantly, tossing the lonely looking stick in the garbage that used to be his sucker. It was always a wonderful feeling, knowing that you are right but also knowing that the other party wouldn’t admit it quickly enough that you had to drag it out of them. That was the real prize here, not the just fact that Barbie just admitted to banging the hired help, but that she finally rose to his level and confessed it (granted it only took about ten minutes, or so, of staring at her and her fun bits, but that was hardly the point here).
“Excuse me?” She questioned, she was obviously trying to get an apology out of him, but his motives changed… Maybe he could make her cry, that sounded like a reasonable goal since he hadn’t done that with his blunt honesty for a few days now. “Oh darlin’ I’m not the one who should excuse you, the old geezer who bought you those,” He gestured to her outstandingly large diamond solitaires which were stabbed through the lobes of her ears and continued, ”and those,” He drew circles in the air over her very obvious surgically enhanced boobs, “should be the one…now once you get home and lie to your Hugh Hefner, thank the gardener for minding your rose bushes and giving you syphilis,” He nodded as he grinned at her, dropping a single sheet of white in her lap; her prescription before leaving the room. God, he was good.
He approached the nurses’ desk, shaking his head as he leaned slightly on the cool counter, “People these days, thinking the white coat means I give a damn…” He muttered, lifting up his white doctor’s coat by the collar with two fingers before removing his grip. He dropped the file in a wire basket on the corner of the desk, break time. Swinging his stethoscope around his neck, he managed to sneak out of the clinic and slipped into the massive elevator leading him up to the doctor’s lounge, all without Laverne knowing. He was a sly one, that Matteo. “Oye Monty, loading up on the caffeine are we?” He nudged Sarai, raising his brow at the cup filled to the rim with black, black coffee. He flopped onto the soft, worn fabric of the green couch that was appropriately placed a food away from the coffee table and in the general direction of the television. He gingerly reached for the remote control, careful not to spill his warm sweet tea in attempts to criticize some sitcom. Ugh, ‘Everybody loves Raymond’, really, did people still watch such crap? With the money Ray Romano unfortunately made off the show, one would think he would get a nose job or, hell, a voice job at that. The man sounds like the male version of Fran Drescher, and she had one hell of a nasally voice which was far more annoying than soothing. However, before he could make comments on Ray, Debra and even Frank, he observed how sleep deprived Monty was. What was with her and being a good person, anyways? Like the way she just had to be some form of conscience to him when he was practicing sometimes dangerous methods of treatments for far-out illnesses; party pooper. He cleared his throat and took a sip of tea before he began, “See? This is what happens to good people like you, you get suckered in doing shifts… Hence I’m not one… I like sleeping,” He smiled a victorious smile as he took a swig of his tea, propping his feet up on the wooden coffee table which was littered with magazines and even a chart or two. It was true that he liked to sleep in and such, but he was here since midnight, and still no one died which was considered amazing.
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STATUS` complete, hombre =]
TAGGED TO` sarai, bby
ATTIRE` matteo, yo
CREDITS` format inspired by all the vside lovelies<333 graphics by me
LYRICS` 'note to self; don't die' by ryan adams
NOTES` took a while, my bad. First reply since I moved, woop woop!
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Post by Sarai Montgomery on Sept 8, 2009 16:04:04 GMT -6
SARAI JORDANA MONTGOMERYVALKYRIE HOSPITAL DAY SHIFT, JULY 2009 [/font][/center] -----sleep was a necessity for everyone, no matter what a person may think, it's true regardless. just like everything else in the world needed sleep, so did sarai, and after a decent amount of time without, she was certainly feeling the effects. fortunately for most, sarai didn't mind doing the good thing and standing in for someone who could not show for their shift. she may not be in the best of spirits, or the quickest on her toes, but she was at least another body on staff. after all it wasn't as if sarai was asleep in the operating room, snoozing away while the attending sliced and diced whatever he had to. she could force herself to be awake as long as she was needed, it was the useless blob that she turned into afterwards that was the problem. sarai could keep herself away throughout a seven hour surgery while only running off of a two hour nap. she could very well do that. but if she didn't make it home within the next ten minutes after getting out of surgery and clocking out, there was a very good chance that she'd fall asleep at the wheel. it was dangerous, yes, and there were places that held squeaky, uncomfortable cots where one could catch a few hours, yes, but nothing compared to getting home and sleeping in your own bed. really, nothing compared. he same could be said for the hotel rooms where sarai stayed as a teenager when her mother had her modeling. the moment she stood up for herself and got herself back home, sarai could have slept for days on her old bed. there really is no place like home.
-----home. what sarai wouldn't give to still be home right now. still she knew her responsibilities and though she'd covered someone's shift last night, it was her own shift that she had to push through today. she'd manage. she'd just have to inject herself with caffeine first. until her blood ran brown, completely replaced by coffee. then she'd be set. sarai lightly chuckled to herself at the thought. as if it were even possible. she knew it couldn't but damn it was a nice thought. the sound of the elevator doors behind her hadn't even registered. all that mattered was getting the coffee from her cup into her stomach. she was mid sip when she heard matteo's voice, jumping as he elbowed her and sending her coffee sloshing around the cup until it tumbled over the side, burning her fingers in the process. "fuck!" sarai cursed as she hurried to put the cup down on the table. as she grabbed a napkin and cleaned the now cooled liquid from her hands, sarai had to close her eyes and count to ten before she said anything else. it was a rare day in the hospital when sarai cursed and matteo was one of those people who could just bring it out of her even on a good day. on a morning such as this there was little hope for her vocabulary, let alone her sanity. "i'm trying to, yes. it'd be nice if the coffee actually got in my stomach though. she was tempted to pitch her steaming cup right on his lap, but then she was pretty sure he'd firstly never let her live it down, and secondly fake burns on his groin just so she'd treat them. despite how tempting her original thought was, the consequences was enough to send that thought fleeing from her mind.
-----to save herself from another episode, sarai dumped a little of the coffee out into the sink, wiping down the styrofoam cup before she sank into a chair perpendicular to matteo. "yeah and that's why i make more than you, because you don't get up off your ass and help anyone but yourself. she said on a sigh as she sunk into the cushions. it wasn't her bed, but the scratchy, worn cushions were feeling better by the second. "besides, i think it was your shift i freaking covered." sarai grumbled something even she didn't understand as she pulled her knees to her chest, filling the chair completely. "we all like sleeping, you just don't like to sacrifice." sadly enough matteo was one of those hospital people that sarai had little appreciation for. it was sad because she tried to find at least one redeeming quality about everyone. it made working with people much easier. but matteo, aside from being a phenomenal doctor, had yet to show sarai any side of himself other than arrogant ass, which was not a redeeming anything. it was simply annoying. she rested her head on the chair, taking small little sips every once in a while. she should probably be nose deep in someone's chart right now...probably. "speaking of which it's a little early for you to be working. i thought you never came in past noon."
-----sarai caught site of the clock on the television and groaned. though she was in the hospital, technically she was twenty minutes late. not very sarai-like and she needed to fix that. "craaaaapppp." she muttered as she unfolded herself from the chair and stood up, downing the now lukewarm coffee. "i take it you're just going to bum cable here until you're actually needed? typical." sarai walked around the chair and pitched her empty cup in the trash can, pressing the button and waiting for the elevator to arrive.
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listening to • unbreakable - fireflight
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Post by matteobuchanan on Jan 19, 2010 1:18:09 GMT -6
MATTEO S BUCHANAN,I'M AS CRASS AS THINGS IN YOUR PAST
you wished that you could let them go
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It was always amusing being in the hospital, despite the ever-present smell of pine sol and failed diagnosis. Hell, in the amount of time Matteo had been in Valkyrie, ninety per cent of his time was spent in this very institution. He didn’t actually know why he even had a house to go to, not like he went there very often, he was working overtime lately; paperwork, research, undiagnosed patients. However, it was the last one that kept him up at night, this undying need to solve the puzzle presented in front of him. And so it was in pursuit of this uncatchable itch that he was still at the hospital, despite it being his lowly day off, technically. It was only a ‘technically’ because he really was never ‘free’, he was, in theory, on call at all times, even though he wasn’t really qualified. Thank goodness for understaffed hospitals, huh? Even in the money pot that is Valkyrie. He didn’t mind, the hospital was his life, being able to diagnose was quite possibly the meaning of his. It was something he was naturally good at, something that gave meaning if all else failed.
But somehow, despite his life revolving around a hospital, he managed to have a girlfriend. Yeah, it surprised him as well. He didn’t think he would ever really move on after Ziraili, ever really forgive himself for not going inside with her when the explosions occurred, not being able to save her. But somehow, he moved on. He never forgot about her, no, he just accepted the fact that she was gone now. That was unbelievably hard, but it was something about Haley that made Matteo want to move on, even if those made him feel almost like a bad human being. Hell, with the shit he has done in the hospital, although his radical ways did save lives, he really wondered sometimes if he was human at all, of course you know, in the sense of emotions and all that shit people seemed to care for these days. Emotions were something that held most people back, made them hold their tongues, be polite and just overall boring. Emotion had no place in medicine perhaps that was the basis of its appeal, the lack of connection to be built to repair someone. To be able to fix a human being without knowing them, it was safer that way, a better approach to things if you were unable to heal in time, before the game was over.
Time was a big factor in these games he played, sure it was a little inappropriate to call them games, but really, that was all his profession was, a game. Will he be able to figure out what was wrong with the person lying in the bed in front of him with a handful of symptoms, will he be able to get the right medication, and will he be able to treat whatever the hell was going on before it struck the organs? All these questions needed answers, but more importantly, Matteo Salvatore needed answers. He needed the answers more than the patients; he’ll admit his selfishness if that got him what he wanted. But as of this very moment, nothing plagued the twenty two year old boy, he had no file to work on, nothing that caught his critical eye. So he spent his time here, in the lounge where the staff hung out at breaks and the few hours of sleeplessness they possessed. He was quite immune to the irregular hours of sleep, not needing more than an hour or two of a power nap to become fully functional again. Sure he preferred a full night’s sleep like any other person, But Matteo wasn’t particular, and he had a job to do after all. It was when Sarai, the usually sugary sweet, mature, kind, blah, blah, blah and every other damn virtue the girl possessed came in a little haggard that Matteo sort of wondered what had happened to her. Usually Monty was that nagging conscience he got rid of years ago, coming back in human form, but today she didn’t feel the regular banter that the two had, instead she was a little icy. A change no less to her conventional personality, but he had to hand it to her, waging her fully fledged nurse-hood made him chuckle. “Making more money? This place is more like a playground to me; the little cash I do make is a bonus, really,”
He had to laugh at her for pinning him down at some sort of robotic human, with no ability to do things for other people besides himself. Sure he did things for other people, Matteo diagnosed them didn’t he? That had to count as a service to humanity, right? To be able to tell someone that ‘Ew, you’re dying of flesh eating disease, you should see a doctor about that,’ totally counted as a selfless act. Of course Matteo would never step up to be that doctor, but that was a minor technicality, not something he should be charged for. “If I do recall it was for that perky young registered nurse, who just had to have a day to herself, Monty…” He pointed out, a picture of an overly energized five foot nothing floating into his head. What a waste of space, really. Too perky and had the ability to stab patients a multitude of times before being able to locate an acceptable vein, instead making them look like hardcore heroin users with the bruises. “Sacrifice? Please, you just want an excuse to justify your inability to say no.” He spat at her, his voice monotone as he paid more attention to the soap opera playing on the television. Will Francesca ever admit that Lark isn’t Danny’s child? Oh how afternoon soap operas were so enthralling. If all this shit took place in the real world, nothing would get done, there would be so many cheating whores running around that someone would have to invent some sort of STI shield or something of that sort. The soaps were ridiculous and very illogical. He understood the dynamics of reproduction, sperm and egg; the Irish boy even understood the process of multiple births, how identical and fraternal twins were conceived and even how triplets and so on came to be. What Matteo didn’t understand was how Francesca got knocked up with twins who had different fathers. Yeah, riddle him that. For the sake of continuing a series, it shocked him how much bullshit the writers pulled just to draw middle aged housewives and the occasional doctor. Alarming, really.
She had a point; he didn’t have to be here. It was his day off, but he chose to be here. It was a little weird that he preferred the hospital to his own home. He had people there, and Matteo didn’t like very many people. “Meh, I just thought I’d grace you with my presence, no need to thank me, love.” At this moment of self promoted ego, his pager began to violently shake; he casually took a glance into the pocket which contained the damn beeper. It was both annoyed and relieving feeling to be wanted, for all the beepers in the room going off at the same time. Must be some sort of emergency, but really, that was a loosely used word here, almost without meaning since it was said so much. But back to the raging piece of machine in his left pocket, he could hear everyone else’s pager go off as well, and who ever got there first would be the one in charge. The head honcho, the one who called the shots, in theory. It was only a theory, for the other interns would chip in, and the first one there was only a statue, a pillar for aesthetics, to how the entire group of interns will present their ability to be doctors or nurses. But it was Sarai’s attitude and ultimate passive frustration that sparked his interest and quick wit, “I was thinking about it, but ‘Days of Our Lives’ is a repeat, so I might just walk around feeling all warm and fuzzy in my white coat,” Matteo nodded, a smirk playing at his lips as he stood along beside her, awaiting the elevator and what was awaiting them in the rest of the hospital.
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STATUS` complete, hombre =]
TAGGED TO` sarai, bby
ATTIRE` matteo, yo
CREDITS` format and graphics to yours truly
LYRICS` 'note to self; don't die' by ryan adams
NOTES` I am so sorry I nearly forgot about these two. won't happen again. =]
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Post by Sarai Montgomery on Jan 19, 2010 9:21:40 GMT -6
SARAI JORDANA MONTGOMERYVALKYRIE HOSPITAL, DAY SHIFT, JULY 2007 [/font][/center] -----the days in which sarai montgomery was crabby was, well, rare. she made a point to always be pleasant even on such days where she was barely running on a few hours of sleep, all at what price? she did it all to save lives. sarai was pretty good at it too. she wasn't one of the younger interns in this hospital for nothing and though it meant scraping away on hours of no sleep in the hopes of learning a new skill, as long as it meant she could become a doctor and save more lives, sarai was happy to do it. alright happy was a little generous on a day like today. she was sure happy and content was a little out of the question, but civil...yeah civil she could pull off. it was strange to be so off of her game. usually for sarai no matter what conditions she worked under, she could always manage to find a bit of her professional self and push through. it was only a few hours until she'd get her break and sarai could probably just sneak away to one of the cots for a power nap. yeah, that sounded heavenly right about now. power naps. the world was conquered with the help of power naps, or in this case, lives were saved because of it. now it was indeed the case that sarai didn't do a lot of the invasive, diagnostic work that matteo did. sarai shadowed a certain number of doctors in particular, usually in pediatrics. that was what brightened her day. all of those young, vibrant children. so resilient to pain, so quickly able to bounce back from a disease. if she'd been even half-conscious sarai would have been awestruck by those children.
-----unfortunately for her today wasn't a day for peds. today she wouldn't be able to carry around a little teddy bear in her scrubs pocket to whip out when she saw a frown. today she couldn't coerce a child to tell her about his symptoms without having to read him a story first. no instead she had rounds to look forward to. rounds were the grunt work of any and all hospitals. rounds were where you were given a stack of charts and you either walked around to patients checking up on their progress, readying them for surgery, or you were sentenced to examination rooms where you diagnosed one ailment after another. though it was nice to be so clearly needed, it was one thing to work with kids and enjoy your work. it was a whole other thing completely when you danced from room to room hearing the same symptoms over and over again. it always seemed to be a cold. there were the off cases where sarai got a broken bone or a sprain that would have to be x-rayed, but other than that it was the same symptoms. swollen lymph nodes, sore throat, coughing, sniffles, achy body. cold. it was always the cold. sarai also knew that being around people with these kind of symptoms usually lead to her picking up the same symptoms. maybe it was a sympathy thing. because this one person was miserable her body felt the need to catch it as well to make their troubles lessen, sarai wasn't sure, but on a day where she was running on less sleep than usual, she was much more prone to wind up catching something. but work was work and this was her shift that she was actually working so she needed to be here, she needed to be working, and as much as she would like to push all of that aside for a little nap, sarai could not do that. she was a doctor, she was here to treat people, she was a doctor.
-----"well i did it, regardless of who it was for." so there. she turned to glare at matteo as he spoke about her sacrifice. a slight pout came to her lips because, well she was too tired to hold it back. "i can say no. in fact i say it to you all the time." she lifted the coffee cup to her lips as she downed the remainder, hoping that this would be enough to tide her over. because if it wasn't, and she wasn't firing on all cylinders, sarai was afraid she'd screw up and do something she wasn't supposed to. on a day like today when you had rounds, it meant that you played with a lot of numbers and percentages taking into account body weight, type, other ailments, etc. the last thing she wanted to do was end up hurting someone just because she wasn't fully awake. one big, big espresso was going to have to cut it. sarai was pretty sure she'd at least be able to last till lunch. once she got into her routine and was listening to patients speak she was sure that instinct would just kick in and she'd be able to diagnose like it was any other day. there was no sure about it. sarai would make sure that at least until her break, today would be like any other day. she rose from the chair, reluctantly, and tossed her cup in the trash and awaited the ever-slow elevator. matteo was quickly by her side, but sarai couldn't really bring herself to react. she needed the energy that she would surely waist on smacking him to get her through the day.
-----finally the doors opened and sarai stepped inside, hitting the button for the third floor. let matteo answer his beeper, sarai wasn't up to rushing around the hospital today trying to be out some other eager intern. after all, it was one of those rare days. she looked up, watching as the light moved from the first floor to the second, and finally to the third. "well have fun today." sarai managed to say as the doors opened and she walked through, stepping out into the heavy flow of hospital traffic. she made her way through to the nurses station, grabbing a stock of charts and walking off to her first patient of the day.
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tagged • mattai !
clothes • wearing.
listening to • letters from the sky - civil twilight.
notes • sorry this is all choppy and weird. tired sarai is hard to write.
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Post by matteobuchanan on Jan 20, 2010 1:58:42 GMT -6
MATTEO S BUCHANAN,I'M AS CRASS AS THINGS IN YOUR PAST
you wished that you could let them go
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He was never a people person. To be honest, Matteo hated people. That was harsh to some, but it was the truth, people just annoyed him with their caring, overruled by emotion, and just nosy. People needed to be more like him to function properly. Granted he wasn’t the greatest human, but he was in no way overruled by his emotions like some people were. How paediatricians floundered towards children, how kindergarten teachers went after those snotty little terrors were beyond him. Sure he liked kids as much as the next guy, surprising that he did want to have kids someday, but he hoped he would have one of those cool kids. You know, those kids who would leave you alone and would want to hang out when they were older. This clinginess children presented weren’t for him. He liked to be the one on the outside, up until the child was, let’s say sixteen? At sixteen there was a mutual agreement, the little time spent was better. Too bad kids weren’t born at that age, with that mentality. But there were those rare anomalies, those kids who were around the ages of eight that seemed to possess that utter ‘coolness’ to them, something so chill about them. Yeah, he wanted to get a hold of that one cool eight year old.
It was odd to even think that he wanted to be a father somewhere down the line, not now, oh fuck no. He heard from the other nurses whispering, because Sarai wasn’t the type to gossip, that Jason was getting married, and hell, even had a kid on the way. The guy was around his age for crying out loud, not even completed his internship for the love of what is good and pure. That was just way too fucking young, no matter how ‘mature’ one claimed to be. Didn’t matter, having a kid at this age was just negligent in his mind. But he focused his attention back at Sarai, ripping away from his swirling thoughts to raise a brow, how can she still be so virtuous in times like these. “Are you serious, Monty?” He asked rhetorically, her ‘good spirited’ nature wasn’t deflated even at a time like this. Damn, he wanted to see what that like. But when she spoke of saying no to him, Matteo had to laugh. That was their dynamic, the anti-hero and the conscience, it fit well. Of course she had to prove to be some sort of resistance to his outrageous ways of practicing medicine, someone had to keep him in line, “Yeah but I’m a whole different scenario, of course you always say no to me because that is what we both expect,” He stated, his toe flanked with obvious undertones. If it weren’t for Sarai, this hospital would really be his playground, metaphoric or not. “Even if I’m a complete dick to you, even if I made you jump and spill your coffee, you are still going to be civil.” He was completely shocked, and rightfully so. If someone spilled his coffee, he would have never taken it as well as her. If someone made him get up after an all-night shift, he wouldn’t happily jump at the opportunity. He would be more of a handful to deal with, more so than usual, and no one in their right mind wanted to see that. But Sarai, she was a –dare he say it- good person; situations like these proved them. Anything to help another human being regardless of the price; that was Sarai. “Good to know that even if I will be the rudest ass, you’ll still be the bigger person here. Cool. ” He said, smiling lightly.
But Matteo dramatically sighed, rolling his eyes a bit. She really was going to be all nice and what not, despite getting coffee spilled and despite being fatigued and whatever. Damn, she is going to make this difficult, isn’t she? “This isn’t nearly as fun as it usually is with your chipper personality, Monty… But I can make do with what I’ve got. ” He nodded, stepping onto the fury of the third floor of Valkyrie hospital. It was as if Laverne was waiting, his arms were now piled with a dozen piles. Fuck me. He glanced at the herd of medical interns surrounding a singular bed, but crowds weren’t really his thing, thank goodness he had some patients to look after. Besides, it only took time for the head honcho to incorporate the entire hospital for help in diagnosing; only time. But he made his way to the first patient on his list, a smirk played at his lips a bit as he found that Sarai was heading in the same direction, excellent. He stood at the foot of his patient’s bed; his brows furrowed together lightly as he glanced from the file in front of his face to the little old grandmother and back again. It said that Evelyn Mortimer, the very nice lady in front of him, was here for minor abrasions and perhaps a fracture hip. But this grandmother, who seemed to be the kind that carried around those hard candies and would feed you until your stomach exploded, was just casually lying on the bed, her legs snug beneath the blankets and with her old grandmother-like sweater around her shoulders. She should be in some sort of visible pain and not be so done up all prim and proper, the fuck is wrong here? “Ah, Mrs. Mortimer, it says here that you fell and may have fractured your hip… but you don’t seem to be in the condition of someone who has undergone something of that sort…” He said, the confusion in his voice evident, as his brows furrowed even closer together. But the old lady already had an answer for him, “Darling I can’t go out of the house looking haggard, now can I?”
Oh lovely, he was getting a treat from a well dressed grandmother. His eyes narrowed a bit, glancing back at the chart, finding something a little odd. She had been admitted a fair bit, but he brushed it off as just elderly complaints until he actually read all the reasons… Matteo was dealing with a hypochondriac… Awesome! He loved him some crazy. After giving Mortimer some medication, placebos actually, he saw another patient, this time side by side with Sarai. However, this guy needed stitches on his forehead and had a fat lip. Oh how domestic violence made his work seem like a tailor’s shop. As Matt snapped gloves around his wrist and got out the necessary utensils and began to sew the burly man’s forehead, he asked Sarai a fairly good question, well to him anyways, “Monty, why do you put yourself though all that ‘good person’ behaviour anyhow? I’m look what happens to you; you become overly tired and won’t respond to my witty remarks… Makes a guy worry.”
Worth a shot at sincerity, anyhow.
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STATUS` complete, hombre =]
TAGGED TO` sarai, bby
ATTIRE` matteo, yo
CREDITS` format and graphics to yours truly
LYRICS` 'note to self; don't die' by ryan adams
NOTES` Sarai is so nice, despite being tired, even to all Matt's douche baggery!
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Post by Sarai Montgomery on Jan 28, 2010 15:21:55 GMT -6
SARAI JORDANA MONTGOMERYVALKYRIE HOSPITAL, DAY SHIFT, JULY 2007 [/font][/center] -----the sarai one would see today was definitely not the sarai one would see on a daily basis. sarai was usually so happy go lucky, all smiles, and would completely put her heart into everything. that was the way she liked to be. she liked to know that patients enjoyed seeing her not only because they were getting the treatment that would make them feel better, but also because she was one of the doctors who smiled. she was one of the doctors who would stop into your room as she was passing by just to make sure all was well and see if there was anything someone needed. she was the doctor who would sit there and listen to your problems, or write down final words to family members just in case while telling you everything would be fine at the same time. she was a doctor who cared, and that was all that mattered to her. there were days when sarai would look around at the cold, emotionless faces of other doctors and wonder what it was that actually kept them going. most weren't in it to make people feel better or to give a family hope for once in a long time. those doctors had a god complex that needed soothing, ego that needed stroking, or the fat paychecks in their wallets that would pay for their premium golf club membership, or the daily outings and overpriced satellite television.
-----she honestly couldn't understand how people could be so careless about the lives that were in their hands. she wished that most of these doctors showed a little more compassion and cared just a tad more about what they were doing to whom, but they didn't care. no matter how much sarai wanted that to change, she knew the effort was futile. once in this place, most, if not all, doctors stayed there. it took some big event to change the way a doctor would see life, and even then, it wasn't always for the better. sarai thought of herself as lucky. she really did. she was lucky to have the drive and the want to help people while having the smarts needed to do so all at the same time. there weren't tons of people out there who had the skills needed to be a doctor. some didn't have the stomach, some didn't have the steady hand, or some even couldn't think on their toes in the kind of manner that would save a person's life. sarai had that ability, she really did, and she wasn't about to let it all just waste away. what else would there be for her to do if she hadn't chosen the path to becomig a doctor. she read like it was going out of style but she didn't have the kind of creative mind that she could use to write her own such novels. she was smart as all get out but that didn't mean she was qualified to do research and make publications about it. really there was no other place that sarai could see herself being. medicine was her calling, and she would forever embrace that as long as it was a choice available to her. she was a doctor through and through. maybe she cared too much or maybe everyone else just didn't care enough, but as long as he hands worked and as long as her brain was intact, sarai planned on being a doctor until the need for her services was no longer required.
-----it was safe to say though, that the same notion did not apply to everyone. sarai wasn't quite sure yet whether or not matteo deserved to be lumped into that group. after all he was a bit of an ass, but he was brilliant, as much as sarai hated the bitter taste on her tongue when she admitted it out loud. he was good, he just really needed to work on that bedside manner. "you act as though it's a crime to be civil." sarai said with a half-hearted, and at the same time exhausted, chuckle. "there's nothing wrong with being nice, though i do often feel my efforts are wasted on you." sarai didn't have to work very hard to keep a cool head. she'd been used to letting things go since she was a child and had to put up with her mother's antics. it was all child's play to her, all things she'd been used for over a decade. matteo's little comments, and his attempts to scare her, did in fact scare her, but they didn't anger her. at least as much as he tried he never angered her more than usual. "like i said before, there's nothing wrong with being nice. if that means being the bigger person then so be it." much to her dismay, matteo followed sarai off the elevator and proceeded to follow her to the nurse's station. so he wasn't feeling like being the top dog today? or what? maybe tailing behind her like this was supposed to aggrivated her to the point where she did what he wanted? haha, fat chance. sarai was going to be her usual self, even if that meant draining her last bit of energy doing so.
-----she headed off in the direction of her first patient on the list. turning inside the room, sarai caught sight of matteo only a few steps behind her. oye vey. she smiled at the elderly woman, opening her mouth to speak as matteo jumped right in and took over. looks like he was going to make her job that much easier today. she sat back and watched as he spoke with mrs. mortimer. sarai had had a run in with the woman once or twice so she knew that she was a regular to the hospital. might as well let matteo do his thing. once they were done, sarai moved on to the next patient, with matteo on her heels yet again. she sat herself down in a chair more towards the corner of the room as matteo set to work on sewing up the guy's forehead. she pulled her knees in to her stomach, pulling her feet from the floor, as she just settled in and watched. "who says it's a bad thing? just because i like being nice to people doesn't mean i work myself to the bone. today's just an off day because i'm running on maybe, two hours of sleep. i'll be my usual self tomorrow and no worse for wear because of today." she smiled over at him, her shoulders shaking slightly as she laughed. "well thank you for the concern matti." no matter how fake it probably was.
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