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I don’t know why, but I still find myself missing you.

R.D.

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“You’re my top patient at the moment actually.” Stella looked at him. “You’ll probably ending staying over night for observation it seems you may have a moderate concussion.” She explained.

Something about Arro was intriguing and she wanted to know more about him. Something about just getting to know someone was interesting to Stella even if she didn’t see them again. She just always hoped she left a good impact.

“Do you want a water or anything? I’ll try to make the police go away if possible maybe I tell them you don’t remember much they’ll go.” Stella mused watching the cops again as she got the bleeding to finally let up.

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“You can me call me Stella.” She looked down at Arro, it was an intriguing name to say the least. She carefully removed the bloody bandage from his head as they came in to do an x ray of his head.

As they finished the x ray she watched the cops talking to each other and looking toward Arro’s room. She was questioning if he was dangerous or if they were just being cautious. “So what exactly happened?” She asked looking at arro once she was the only one left the doctor having left to read the x rays.

She was intrigued to know the story of how he got injured if he would tell her. She knew he wouldn’t be getting out of there fast, but she was going to try and make it go quicker than normal.

Once it was clear that he wouldn’t be leaving the wards any time soon while waiting on X-ray results, Arro stopped being difficult and began co-operating with his doctors and nurses to make everyone’s lives easier.

He didn’t really feel like retelling the tale of events that lead him there in the first place, couldn’t even recall a large chunk of it after his concussion; would rather brush the question off and change the topic. Perhaps she was asking as a form of standard procedure in her job, or maybe she was simply curious — maybe both. “I was just trying to have a cigarette, somebody didn’t like that too much. Didn’t like when I shoved him outta my way, either. It kind’a just… kicked off after that. When I came to, I was in the ambulance, and now, here I am; cuffed to a hospital bed. How long is this going to take? Surely there are other people in here who need your attention more than I do.”

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“You can me call me Stella.” She looked down at Arro, it was an intriguing name to say the least. She carefully removed the bloody bandage from his head as they came in to do an x ray of his head.

As they finished the x ray she watched the cops talking to each other and looking toward Arro’s room. She was questioning if he was dangerous or if they were just being cautious. “So what exactly happened?” She asked looking at arro once she was the only one left the doctor having left to read the x rays.

She was intrigued to know the story of how he got injured if he would tell her. She knew he wouldn’t be getting out of there fast, but she was going to try and make it go quicker than normal.

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Stella picking up an extra night shift wasn’t rare, she spent most of her time at work trying to build her career. The night had been semi okay, nothing she wasn’t used to. She tried to avoid saying calm knowing it could jinx everything.

Stella checked the chart of a patient who an ambulance was in route with reading over what the paramedics had notified them of. A bar fight resulting in a head injury and multiple lacerations to the face and upper extremities. She only assumed it would be some college student who got a little too rowdy with his friends and wound up fighting someone. As the ambulance wheeled the patient in she was surprised to see a older man, maybe in his mid to late thirties.

“Let’s transfer him to a bed, someone call radiology for the doctor.” Stella spat orders knowing what was needed, after all she was going back to school to be a doctor herself. Nursing was just a step along the way. “Can you tell me your name?” She asked watching the man. He was gorgeous she had to admit to herself as she applied pressure to ease the bleeding of his open head wound. “And your age as well.” She looked down at him trying to access the injuries. It wasn’t as bad as the note made it out to be.

“You’ll have to wait outside.” She watched as the police officer tried to make his way into the room. “Once he is stable and can talk we will let you in.” She slide the door closed. She know how important their job was, but at this moment her’s was a bit more important.

There was an unnecessary fuss once the ambulance arrived at the hospital, a rush of personnel flocking towards to his trolley as it was taken towards A&E. Features winced as the nurse in charge applied pressure to the wound near his temple, eyes darting up in a glare towards her when she commented on his age. “Arro,” he answered curtly when asked for his name, jerking his head away from where she was tending to his injuries.

A small sense of relief set in as the nurse sent the police out of the room — they were the very last people that he wanted to get involved with. “Listen, nurse…’ he trailed off, squinting to read the name on her identification badge. “Nurse Wyatt. I feel just fine, so if you could just tell those nice officers out there that this was all just a big mistake and get me out’ta here,” he shook his wrist, the metal of the handcuffs rattling against the bars of his bed, “that’d be really great.”

It was a bit of a long shot. Despite the concussion, Arro had all of his senses and wits about him, the only thing truly hurt was his pride and patience, which was wearing thinner with each passing second. The sooner he made it out of the hospital, the better.

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Andi and Stella were similar but also different, their friendship had started out after an awkward run in at the bar their friends ditching them for a game of pool that left the two to chat.

Stella watched Andi walk around the room so gracefully in a sense, they had been friends for months, and Stella couldn’t deny she sometimes wished for more.

“Maybe a comedy then or something scary it fits the rain.” She thought for a moment before flipping thru the movies selecting a scary one. “I’ll keep you safe if you need it.” She winked at Andi. “Red or white?” Stella held up two bottles of wine, she was never picky with what she wanted so Andi had to be the deciding vote.

As the two settled on the couch for the movie and dinner, Stella looked over at Andi for a moment. She was always afraid of being too flirty with her and her not accepting it so she kept it to a minimum even if it was hard.

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❝   You  have  NO  CLUE   how  badly  I’ve  been  craving  this  ,  ❞  Andi  muses  ,  pulling  out  two  takeout  containers  and  gingerly  placing  them  down  onto  her  coffee  table  .  ❝  All  we  need  now  is  a  little  bit  of  wine  and  whatever  movie  you’re  feeling  tonight  —  just  like  not  any  of  that  romantic  crap  .  I’m  so  over  that  right  now  .  What’re  you  feeling  ?  What’s  the  vibe  tonight  ?  ❞  There’s  a  bit  of  tease  in  her  tone  ,  but  one  could  claim  she’s  always  a  little  frisky  in  her  conversations  .  With  Stella  ,  maybe  more  so  . 

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Stella picking up an extra night shift wasn’t rare, she spent most of her time at work trying to build her career. The night had been semi okay, nothing she wasn’t used to. She tried to avoid saying calm knowing it could jinx everything.

Stella checked the chart of a patient who an ambulance was in route with reading over what the paramedics had notified them of. A bar fight resulting in a head injury and multiple lacerations to the face and upper extremities. She only assumed it would be some college student who got a little too rowdy with his friends and wound up fighting someone. As the ambulance wheeled the patient in she was surprised to see a older man, maybe in his mid to late thirties.

“Let’s transfer him to a bed, someone call radiology for the doctor.” Stella spat orders knowing what was needed, after all she was going back to school to be a doctor herself. Nursing was just a step along the way. “Can you tell me your name?” She asked watching the man. He was gorgeous she had to admit to herself as she applied pressure to ease the bleeding of his open head wound. “And your age as well.” She looked down at him trying to access the injuries. It wasn’t as bad as the note made it out to be.

“You’ll have to wait outside.” She watched as the police officer tried to make his way into the room. “Once he is stable and can talk we will let you in.” She slide the door closed. She know how important their job was, but at this moment her’s was a bit more important.

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Was he proud that lighting a cigarette in a bar landed him in hospital? No. Would he still tell the man who asked him to put it out to ‘mind his own business’? Yes.

Though Arro wasn’t exactly a ‘pacifist’, it really wasn’t like him to start a fight — especially in a bar that he was really beginning to enjoy spending his evenings. It was just one of those bad days, he’d had a few stiff whiskeys, and this guy… this guy just wouldn’t get out of his face. All he wanted was a quiet smoke. Fiery temper simmered and simmered until it boiled over, giving the man who was hounding him a rough shove when he got a little too close. Shoves turned to punches, some glasses were smashed, and next thing he knew, he was blinking his eyes open in the back of an ambulance, an almighty pain throbbing at left his temple. 

An attempt was made to lift his hand to rub at the area, though he soon learned that his wrist had been handcuffed to the bars of the gurney that he was on. Fucking wonderful. The paramedic that was in the back with him recited the details of what happened; the blow to the head he received that had knocked him unconscious, the involvement of the police due to his reported aggression which had resulted the security measures. 

Arro exercised his right to remain silent when being questioned by the paramedic and police officer in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, much to their clear frustrations. He’d just get to the hospital, make an official statement with the officer, and check himself out as soon as possible.

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the more black u wear the more powerful you look

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Queen songs for when you feel-

Badass

Bohemian rhapsody

Killer Queen

Show must go on

Don’t stop me now

We will rock you

We are the champions

Another one bites the dust

I want it all

Fat bottomed girls

Princes of the universe

Man on fire

March of the black queen

Happy

Somebody to love

Crazy little thing called love

Don’t stop me now

A kind of magic

You’re my best friend

Bicycle rice

Fat bottomed girls

Another one bites the dust

One vision

Sad/blue

Love of my life

Radio gaga

My melancholy blues

Who wants to live forever?

Show must go on

Princes of the universe

The great pretender

No one but you

Save me

These are the days of our lives

White queen

Frustrated/angry

I want to break free

Under pressure

I want it all

Princes of the universe

Needing motivation

Don’t stop me now

Bohemian rhapsody

Man on fire

We are the champions

Man on fire

Needing motivation

Don’t stop me now

We are the champions

Bohemian rhapsody

Man on fire

We are the champions

Bohemian rhapsody

Don’t stop me now

Radio gaga

I want it all

Show must go on

Radio gags

In love W̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶c̶a̶r̶

I’m in love with my car

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Uncomfortable - Wallows

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Naomi Scott as Elena in Charlie’s Angels (2019)

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NAOMI SCOTT for Marie Claire Malaysia || May 2019 photographed by Mitchell McCormack.

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( NAOMI SCOTT CIS FEMALE SHE/HER ) Have you met STELLA WYATT yet? They’re the TWENTY-FIVE year old NURSE who’s been living in Portland for SEVEN YEARS NOW. Word has it they’re CARING but can be OVERBEARING at times. Don’t worry if you haven’t seen them yet just play BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY by QUEEN and you’ll be sure to get their attention. (amber, 24, est, she/her)

Stella is one of a kind. An old soul if you will, if she could have lived in the 70′s she probably would travel back in time to make it happen. She grew up in Texas and fell in love with Portland on a weekend school trip. 

A messy break up with her high school love is what spiraled her to apply to school in Portland and move there. Life in Texas had not always been the easiest for Stella. She was an only child and her parents had high expectations of her, some she could not always live up to. 

Stella was top of her class both in high school and college, she was a softball star during both as well. Something which her parents had first pushed her into as a child, but as she grew it became her love. It and dance took her mind off all of the high expectations she was held to, having parents who were well known all over made things hard. 

When she moved to Portland she changed entirely or so it seemed to the eyes of those looking in from her hometown. When in all reality she had found herself. The conservative and simple pearls her mother always insisted she wore became long dangling earrings, and the heels became flats and boots. She learned to enjoy the night life, and spent many nights of her freshmen year drunk. 

A terrible spring semester led her to get her act together and focus back on school and softball. She found time for her other loves including painting and finding any old record she could to jam to on Sunday afternoons.

Just a year ago Stella accepted her first nursing job as a ER nurse in a trauma unit at the massive hospital in town. She was nervous but the first year had went better then she planned and was well on her way to moving into being a head nurse on her shift. 

A love life had been on the back burner for a while for her, after a messy break up before moving to Portland and a few on and off relationships while there she was sure love would never come her way, or maybe she was looking in the wrong places.

Stella is pansexual, outgoing, witty, caring, sarcastic, fun, loud, overbearing at times, clingy, but all in all a fun person.

Stick around to see her musings in Portland.