#mastermicd

[fyrewalks]

"you don’t like me, do you?" // @mastermicd

"I think I'd like you shut up." The words tumblr out of Buck's mouth, harsh and unkind. Impulsive. It's a flash of relief, to have said what's been bouncing around his skull for the last handful of hours, only to be swallowed up by bitterness that accompanies realization.

"Oh my god! I - uh - I didn't, uh, mean it like that." Buck stumbles over his words, his apology awkward and not that great of one, either. He can feel the others staring now too. They're watching the spectacle, enjoying it probably, too. Dammit.

He takes a measured breath. "I'm sorry," Buck tries again. "It's been a long shift."

[cardiosurgcn]

🩺 ❤️ 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 ⸻ @mastermicd | ❛ are you okay ? ❜

even as a doctor, he didn't know what was going on. in the moment he started to feel a little dizzy. and it was a bad time for that, as he and sam currently had a patient's chest open between them. ❝ I am okay, just give me a minute; but go ahead and cauterize the right coronary artery and I will be back. ❞ he told sam, turning to a surgical nurse, asking for a chair, immediately sitting down in it. several minutes pass, and the dizziness slowly starts to dissipate, thankfully. he was still sterile, so after the same nurse gave him some water through a straw, he was ready to continue the last leg of the procedure. ❝ i have no idea what that was all of a sudden. sorry about that. ❞ he said as he walked back up to his side of the table.

[razorfst]

"you never should have put yourself in harm's way like that." from ?? jj maybe?? or any of my cm muses if they spark joy!

Was she thinking he had done this out of the goodness of his heart? In a way it could look like it but that wasn't how he felt, it wasn't his true purpose. If anything, it did help his cover in the end to make himself seem the ever good samaritan as opposed to the actual mob boss trying to get revenge. If anything her timing has been perfect. It gave him the moment to think of a plan on the spot to look like an innocent bystander wanting to help and that was what he did. Well, in her point of view. If it added another scar to his collection then so be it. It wasn’t like pain was foreign to the Romanian. “I know how to fight.” Andrei shrugs, playing it off. “I box at the gym among other things.” Being a fan of combat sports could come in handy, at least to her. “I’m fine really, it is not a big deal.” Says the man with a slashed forearm from a knife. “I’ll just get stitches, that’s all.” He didn’t entirely like playing the game like this but one had to do what they needed to prevent authorities from getting too close.

Patching Wounds | Accepting | @mastermicd

[sunomaly]

the finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it

edit made by aspen, mutuals only can interact ( made for @mastermicd )

[tartt9]

"whose burrito did i just step in ?"

There weren't really downsides to team lunch on the floor, in Jamie's opinion. It gave everyone space to stretch out as they needed to, the worst that could happen was somebody spilling water or Lucozade on the floor, they're all sitting together instead of at separate tables; it's a good bonding experience. Until, of course, their boss happens to step in somebody's burrito. Roy's going to fucking kill them all. It's not Jamie's burrito, of course - it's a rare fucking luxury that Roy allows him flour tortillas on his meal plan - but he's willing to be the one to speak up for the team, all of whom seem frozen in place, afraid of claiming said burrito. "Think it's Jeff's," he says, pushing himself to his feet to offer some help navigating through the rest of the boys' lunches. "He had to go make a call - sorry we weren't paying enough attention t'point out the burrito." He offers her a hand, not sure what the best move in this situation is. Does she have a spare pair of shoes in her office? How do you even get burrito off of heels like that? Aside from fucking licking them, but that's not an option right now. "How... can I help with this?"

@mastermicd [ rebecca ] // from here !

[dreamcrash]

@mastermicd: " with all due respect, which is none. "

rachel smiles like she was just given a compliment. she enjoys this. she thrives off of moments just like this. sue her, she gets bored easily. " we can tell you don't have any respect. especially self respect. but go ahead, tell us what you need to say so bad since it is brooke's world. it's not like we have practice or anything. "

[doctordonovan]

❝ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❞ | ted

eyeroll is simply playful, as humorous as it is somehow entirely dry,  her own brand of warmth.    these days she is rarely any place for very long   -  post coma bouncing between universities:  always in a lecture hall,  always packing her next bag.    ( so if she occasionally stops for air,  to see people she hasn't seen in far too long...  who can blame her?  )   it's as close to being the person she was before it all as she can get.

❝ that's me.  professional cat-catcher.  honestly,   I should just drop the 'professor' and 'doctor' and just keep that.   cat-catcher donovan. ❞   hands are wiped on sides of jeans all the same,  brushing grass from where it still stubbornly clings to her still.  ❝ I'll send you an invoice, @mastermicd.  once I work out how much to charge for such services. ❞

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@mastermicd said: ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ from sam griffith to any 911 muse / or whoever you think vibes w it better tbh !

               ❝   yeah   i   guess   it’s   a   classic   buckley   trait…      run   away   from   your   problems.      deny   them   altogether.   ❞      it’s   not   something   to   be   proud   of,   he   sure   isn’t.      he’d   like   to   think   he’s   done   with   that,   but   as   so   delicately   put   by   sam,   he   apparently   wasn’t.      ❝   when   you   live   with   that   mindset   for   so   many   years   it’s   hard   to   turn   off.   ❞

[fyrewalks]

"i’ve been worried sick about you." // @mastermicd

"Were you," Adri doesn't look up from the computer as she questions the attendings concern. She has a few charts to audit, the er is blissfully quiet, and she's not about to waste a few minutes off her feet to field whatever Addison is actually after.

It's a little uncharitable, the assumption that the doctor has ulterior motives, but Adri's tired and not feeling kind. Both, really, are her own fault. After begging off two shifts, Adri only reported to work tonight because another call out would've raised too much suspicion.

"You have a real funny way of showing it," she adds. "Do you even have my number?"

[stapcs]

but you don't know who that is anymore, christine finishes silently. often, she finds herself wondering if anyone leaves this profession the same person who entered it. she knows she won't ━ there's days she doesn't even recognize who's looking back at her in the mirror.  ❛ i don't think we can go back. ❜ she admits quietly to shelby. i'm terrified. always terrified. when she applied to quantico she had been bright eyed & full of life . . . now the cracks in her armor were more noticeable, joints rusted, her blues a little more hazy & dull. i act like i know what i'm doing, but the truth is i don't. christine loved her job, don't get her wrong, she did it because it satisfied something inside her to know she was actively doing something that made the world better, but she won't pretend she hasn't sacrificed parts of herself for it. whether it be her sleep, her psyche, or relationships of any kind. pieces of christine were scattered across the united states & tucked into corners of the very building the two women currently occupied.  ❛ my mother always told me you shouldn't linger on the past, anyways. ❜

she understands where the other is coming from, but she does not think she has something that will help her. nothing she can say will be of any use because she was flying by the seat of her pants herself every day.  ❛ i ... i wish i had something more helpful to say, but unfortunately i think all we can do from here on out is adapt. ❜

@mastermicd , shelby wyatt : "i'd like to be my old self again."

[cardiosurgcn]

🩺 ❤️ 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 ⸻ @mastermicd | ❛ don’t underestimate me. ❜

he was terrified. becoming a father was something that he wanted to do so much. david too, but they knew it would be a long road. however, their friend elyse simplified that entirely by both agreeing to be the surrogate, and doing so as a gift nonetheless. it's been a crazy ride the past eight months. then complications started.

he didn't want to doubt addison's abilities. he knew that she was the best. highly skilled renowned in her scope of practice. it was the fear that was taking over. it was eating him alive. ❝ I am not underestimating you. ❞ he said as he took a seat on the bench in their lounge. ❝ everything is just overwhelming. and elyse . . . I just feel so bad because she didn't have to do this. this is a kind of gift that david and I can't even reciprocate in any form. and she's in there, about to have this risky surgery . . . ❞ he veered off & places his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes and forehead profusely. he needed to get it together.

[razorfst]

"give me your hand. let me look at it." from samantha griffith

He didn't want to be here, not even close. Andrei hated hospitals because they meant one thing, his time to get back to the ring was delayed. But what could he do? There was no fighting the fact he'd been attacked, everyone saw it and now here he was with what he knew was something broken. He didn't need to be told that, he felt it. Everything hurt in his wrist, arm, ribs, and head. Yet he didn't make a noise, didn't appear to be in pain. So used to hiding his emotions after so long that all he could do was sit and obey, hand offered to the doctor as much as he could considering it all. His expression the normal serious glare he had, though it hadn't been as common as of late. It was almost like he was reverting back into what he had been made to be before the gold medal, before he had redeemed his family name. This was how they still viewed him he thought, so this is what he had to be. "....How long am I out?" Is all that eventually leaves the lips of the boxer.

Patching Wounds | Accepting | @mastermicd

[sunomaly]

"I don't believe in bad luck." from derek!

" i do though, so can we maybe be a bit more careful with how we throw around the q word? i’d rather not have another week long case because you decided that it was okay to say it. " she’s only a little superstitious, believing that certain words can create problems. especially in their line of work. she won’t say it’s been quiet, or slow. she won’t question why they’re not doing something, lest the universe take that as a challenge. @mastermicd might not believe in bad luck. but alyssa definitely does. " go knock on wood, just to be safe. "

[tartt9]

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

Jamie's not sure if that's meant to be praise or an insult. He tilts his head slightly to the side, rocking side to side at his waist, hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "Erm... cheers, I think." He knows who he is; it's tough for Jamie, sometimes, to try to be a better person when it seems like the cards are stacked against him already. He doesn't want everyone to say he's a prick, but he fears being the worst version of himself is something that's buried inside of him, like a seed waiting to sprout. How long until he rots? How long until he's a shadow of his father? "Means a lot, yeah." At least she doesn't think he's irredeemable.

@mastermicd [ keeley ] // from here !

[bruiseeasily]

step siblings verse with @mastermicd

when stella had moved to los angeles in search of the weakest but last lead she had of a lost family she so desperately wanted, she had no idea what she would find. she was expecting an alcoholic father who had gambled all his money away or a drug addict father who had got himself killed and leave her a debt she could never pay back. she was expecting the worse and yet, getting a half brother in a wealthy family was not in her bingo card.

at first, she tried to stay away. she didn't want nathaniel to get the wrong impression of her. the last thing she wanted was for her sibling to think she was after his money. but she had to get to know him. after her aunt in milwaukee, he was the last family member she had. she had gone too long without knowing where she was from and he appeared to be the last resort of getting some answers.

"so you really never suspected anything?" she asked out of nowhere, the question lingering on her throat for the longest time. how could he not know? had their father been so smooth about the money he sent away? were they so rich no one knew about some pennies going away every month? truthfully, not even stella knew about the money until recently. maybe it wasn't so far a stretch.

[heywestcov1na]

( @mastermicd )

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞ from nathaniel !

The rolling of his eyes is quick to come, matched by a shift in weight from one leg to the other. He'd find it in him to strangle Nathaniel had he not understood his front a little too well. Sucks when you can see bits of yourself reflected in a richer, more handsome sort of guy, with- Okay this isn't helping his case, now he's double-pissed. Mostly at the universe. Partially at Nathaniel.

"This is exactly why no one spots you at the gym." He says, almost nearing the motion of wagging his finger at the other but instead gesturing around like a disappointed mother. "I'm just saying you'd benefit from having someone you know won't poison you cater your shit instead of a company that definitely hates you." Sure, that, but he's mostly really here to get Serrano's up and running with a cash boost from, well, The Cash Man of West Covina.