#Betty Hartford

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the five club + ships

brooke killingbeck & vanya kavinsky harker hartford & jesper greenaway darby rosen & ivan cuarón jesper greenaway & judy bones harker hartford & betty bott jude castellan & olga kavinsky betty bott & jinx thistlewood brooke killingbeck & judy bones

feat. ocs from @potionboy3 and @cursebreakerfarrier

[potionboy3]

hp oc fashion

the five club edition

brooke killingbeck

hale killingbeck

harker hartford

jude castellan

ivan cuarón

brion mclaggen

is this series back? idk but this was in my drafts and i wanted to share it. who's style is your fave?

Girls

part I

part II

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[kwebtv]

Burke’s Law -  List of Guest Stars

The Special Guest Stars of “Burke’s Law” read like a Who’s Who list of Hollywood of the era.  Many of the appearances, however, were no more than one scene cameos.  This is as complete a list ever compiled of all those who even made the briefest of appearances on the series.  

Beverly Adams, Nick Adams, Stanley Adams, Eddie Albert, Mabel Albertson, Lola Albright, Elizabeth Allen, June Allyson, Don Ameche, Michael Ansara, Army Archerd, Phil Arnold, Mary Astor, Frankie Avalon, Hy Averback, Jim Backus, Betty Barry, Susan Bay, Ed Begley, William Bendix, Joan Bennett, Edgar Bergen, Shelley Berman, Herschel Bernardi, Ken Berry, Lyle Bettger, Robert Bice, Theodore Bikel, Janet Blair, Madge Blake, Joan Blondell, Ann Blyth, Carl Boehm, Peter Bourne, Rosemarie Bowe, Eddie Bracken, Steve Brodie, Jan Brooks, Dorian Brown, Bobby Buntrock, Edd Byrnes, Corinne Calvet, Rory Calhoun, Pepe Callahan, Rod Cameron, Macdonald Carey, Hoagy Carmichael, Richard Carlson, Jack Carter, Steve Carruthers, Marianna Case, Seymour Cassel, John Cassavetes, Tom Cassidy, Joan Caulfield, Barrie Chase, Eduardo Ciannelli, Dane Clark, Dick Clark, Steve Cochran, Hans Conried, Jackie Coogan, Gladys Cooper, Henry Corden, Wendell Corey, Hazel Court, Wally Cox, Jeanne Crain, Susanne Cramer, Les Crane, Broderick Crawford, Suzanne Cupito, Arlene Dahl, Vic Dana, Jane Darwell, Sammy Davis Jr., Linda Darnell, Dennis Day, Laraine Day, Yvonne DeCarlo, Gloria De Haven, William Demarest, Andy Devine, Richard Devon, Billy De Wolfe, Don Diamond, Diana Dors, Joanne Dru, Paul Dubov, Howard Duff, Dan Duryea, Robert Easton, Barbara Eden, John Ericson, Leif Erickson, Tom Ewell, Nanette Fabray, Felicia Farr, Sharon Farrell, Herbie Faye, Fritz Feld, Susan Flannery, James Flavin, Rhonda Fleming, Nina Foch, Steve Forrest, Linda Foster, Byron Foulger, Eddie Foy Jr., Anne Francis, David Fresco, Annette Funicello, Eva Gabor, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Reginald Gardiner, Nancy Gates, Lisa Gaye, Sandra Giles, Mark Goddard, Thomas Gomez, Pedro Gonzalez Gonzalez, Sandra Gould, Wilton Graff, Gloria Grahame, Shelby Grant, Jane Greer, Virginia Grey, Tammy Grimes, Richard Hale, Jack Haley, George Hamilton, Ann Harding, Joy Harmon, Phil Harris, Stacy Harris, Dee Hartford, June Havoc, Jill Haworth, Richard Haydn, Louis Hayward, Hugh Hefner, Anne Helm, Percy Helton, Irene Hervey, Joe Higgins, Marianna Hill, Bern Hoffman, Jonathan Hole, Celeste Holm, Charlene Holt, Oscar Homolka, Barbara Horne, Edward Everett Horton, Breena Howard, Rodolfo Hoyos Jr., Arthur Hunnicutt, Tab Hunter, Joan Huntington, Josephine Hutchinson, Betty Hutton, Gunilla Hutton, Martha Hyer, Diana Hyland, Marty Ingels, John Ireland, Mako Iwamatsu, Joyce Jameson, Glynis Johns, I. Stanford Jolley, Carolyn Jones, Dean Jones, Spike Jones, Victor Jory, Jackie Joseph, Stubby Kaye, Monica Keating, Buster Keaton, Cecil Kellaway, Claire Kelly, Patsy Kelly, Kathy Kersh, Eartha Kitt, Nancy Kovack, Fred Krone, Lou Krugman, Frankie Laine, Fernando Lamas, Dorothy Lamour, Elsa Lanchester, Abbe Lane, Charles Lane, Lauren Lane, Harry Lauter, Norman Leavitt, Gypsy Rose Lee, Ruta Lee, Teri Lee, Peter Leeds, Margaret Leighton, Sheldon Leonard, Art Lewis, Buddy Lewis, Dave Loring, Joanne Ludden,  Ida Lupino, Tina Louise, Paul Lynde, Diana Lynn, James MacArthur, Gisele MacKenzie, Diane McBain, Kevin McCarthy, Bill McClean, Stephen McNally, Elizabeth MacRae, Jayne Mansfield, Hal March, Shary Marshall, Dewey Martin, Marlyn Mason, Hedley Mattingly, Marilyn Maxwell, Virginia Mayo, Patricia Medina, Troy Melton, Burgess Meredith, Una Merkel, Dina Merrill, Torben Meyer, Barbara Michaels, Robert Middleton, Vera Miles, Sal Mineo, Mary Ann Mobley, Alan Mowbray, Ricardo Montalbán, Elizabeth Montgomery, Ralph Moody, Alvy Moore, Terry Moore, Agnes Moorehead, Anne Morell, Rita Moreno, Byron Morrow, Jan Murray, Ken Murray, George Nader, J. Carrol Naish, Bek Nelson, Gene Nelson, David Niven, Chris Noel, Kathleen Nolan, Sheree North, Louis Nye, Arthur O'Connell, Quinn O'Hara, Susan Oliver, Debra Paget, Janis Paige, Nestor Paiva, Luciana Paluzzi, Julie Parrish, Fess Parker, Suzy Parker, Bert Parks, Harvey Parry, Hank Patterson, Joan Patrick, Nehemiah Persoff, Walter Pidgeon, Zasu Pitts, Edward Platt, Juliet Prowse, Eddie Quillan, Louis Quinn, Basil Rathbone, Aldo Ray, Martha Raye, Gene Raymond, Peggy Rea, Philip Reed, Carl Reiner, Stafford Repp, Paul Rhone, Paul Richards, Don Rickles, Will Rogers Jr., Ruth Roman, Cesar Romero, Mickey Rooney, Gena Rowlands, Charlie Ruggles, Janice Rule, Soupy Sales, Hugh Sanders, Tura Satana, Telly Savalas, John Saxon, Lizabeth Scott, Lisa Seagram, Pilar Seurat, William Shatner, Karen Sharpe, James Shigeta, Nina Shipman, Susan Silo, Johnny Silver, Nancy Sinatra, The Smothers Brothers, Joanie Sommers, Joan Staley, Jan Sterling, Elaine Stewart, Jill St. John, Dean Stockwell, Gale Storm, Susan Strasberg, Inger Stratton, Amzie Strickland, Gil Stuart, Grady Sutton, Kay Sutton, Gloria Swanson, Russ Tamblyn. Don Taylor, Dub Taylor, Vaughn Taylor, Irene Tedrow, Terry-Thomas, Ginny Tiu, Dan Tobin, Forrest Tucker, Tom Tully, Jim Turley, Lurene Tuttle, Ann Tyrrell, Miyoshi Umeki, Mamie van Doren, Deborah Walley, Sandra Warner, David Wayne, Ray Weaver, Lennie Weinrib, Dawn Wells, Delores Wells, Rebecca Welles, Jack Weston, David White, James Whitmore, Michael Wilding, Annazette Williams, Dave Willock, Chill Wills, Marie Wilson, Nancy Wilson, Sandra Wirth, Ed Wynn, Keenan Wynn, Dana Wynter, Celeste Yarnall, Francine York.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"MAN HELD FOR KNOWLEDGE OF PRISON BREAK," Iola Register. March 26, 1932. Page 1. ---- H. Mack Said By Boston Authorities To Know of Leavenworth Riot ---- BABY CLUE SCOUTED ---- Police Think Prisoner Knows Nothing About Lindy Jr. ---- Boston, Mar. 26. (AP) - Belief that Harr W. Mack of Hartford, Conn. in custody here after extradition from Canada in connection with an automobile case, knows more about the Leavenworth prison riot last year than about the Lindbergh baby kidnapping, was expressed by federal officers who questioned him today.

Mack told police, after his return from Canada, that he could find the missing baby if he could have a half hour's talk with Betty Gow, its nurse. He also said he could give important information about the prison riot.

Deposition Obtained. Federal officers questioned him at length and obtained a 32-page deposition concerning the riot. Although this was not made public, the officers said they believed that Mack knew considerable about who smuggled the ammunition used by the rioters into the prison. Either Mack was the man, they believed, or knew the person who took the weapons into the penitentiary. The officers, however, were skeptical of any knowledge which Mack professed of the Lindbergh case. They believed this claim was merely the result of his having come originally from the same town in Scotland from which the Lindbergh nurse came.

Purple Gang Indicated. Mack claimed that his information about the kidnapping case came from members of the notorious "Purple" gang of Detroit, with whom he was supposed to have served time in a jail in Windsor, Canada.

The man was extradited from Canada on a charge of jumping bail of $500 under which he was being held after being convicted of larceny. The federal officials, after questioning him today, filed a retainer to prevent his release from custody in the event he should be freed of the other charge.

New Jersey officials were notified of his claims in connection with the kidnaping but no officers arrived today to question him and it was not believed that any credence would be placed in his story.

Topeka, Mar. 26. (AP) - Dan B. Cowie, Assistant United States district attorney for Kansas, said today that Harry W. Mack, under arrest in Boston, was being detained as a witness for the government in the case growing out of the bloody break from Leavenworth federal penitentiary last December in which three convicts lost their lives.

Cowie said Mack had been in jail at Windsor, Canada, with Harold Fontaine, former Leavenworth convict, who is under indictment for the alleged smuggling of firearms and dynamite into the penitentiary.

Talk with Fontaine. The assistant district attorney said Mack was not under investigation in connection with the penitentiary break but that he had talked with Fontaine. Cowie declined to reveal the nature of the information Mack is supposed to have obtained from Fontaine.

According to Cowie, the two men were together in the Windsor jail last February. Cowie said Mack, a native of Scotland, was awaiting deportation by Canadian authorities at the time.

Commenting upon Mack's claim to have obtained information about the Lindbergh baby kidnapping from members of the "Purple" gang of Detroit, Cowie said Fontaine had some "connections" in Detroit. Cowie said, however, he had no definite information as to just what the "connections" were. He said Fontaine was released from the Leavenworth penitentiary last November after serving sentence for smuggling aliens from Windsor to Detroit.

Extradition Sought. Fontaine's extradition is to be sought by the government at a hearing in Windsor next Tuesday. Four Leavenworth convicts are under indictment in connection with the sensational break, in which three others lost their lives and T. В. White, former warden, held as hostage, was shot in the arm.

V. A. Carlson, former guard, also is under indictment on a charge of smuggling money into the penitentiary. Federal authorities have declined to reveal whether he is alleged to have any connection with the break.

The men are expected to be tried next month either in Topeka or Kansas City, Kas.

[amityblightperchance]

1

The honest truth

My name is Taylor and this is the story of what I did, and why I did it. I had a friend named Este, who I met every Tuesday to chat.

One night, she talked about her suspicions about her husband, talking about the lipstick on his mouth, and the jewelry on their joint account. She decided to call him out.

I am a woman who speaks her mind so I said, "If it's true, do you have the money for a divorce? A survival plan if he tries something?", "Honestly no," she replied, "But I have the rage of 50 bulls."

I was worried but thought nothing of it. Later, leaving the Olive Garden she said,

" Don't worry Taylor. I'll be fine.", but I was still scared because, if that man can cheat, he can do just about anything.

Next Tuesday, I wait at a nice table with two glasses of wine for the two of us. After an hour, she never came. I obviously was worried so I tried her cell, nothing, texting her, nothing. So, I left and went to my car with a plan.

I arrived at her house about twenty minutes later and knocked on her door. Out came her husband, who looked suspiciously worried. "Hi Taylor! Why are you here so late?", to which I replied, "Is Este here?"

He looked like a cartoon character when you ask them their crush. "No, uh... I don't know where she is..." I was shocked. "Oh. Alright! I'll go back to Olive Garden to see if she's there."

In the car I quickly drove away with wide eyes. I'm not a liar so I went back to the restaurant and, of course, she wasn't there.

I called her husband, Mark again to double-check and got voice mail. It was 10:00 at night. He had to be asleep, right?

2

The denial

The next morning, I woke up to a voice mail from Mark, saying that if Este isn't back by 7:00 tonight, he'd file a missing person's report.

I groaned. Why did this have to happen? The stress was giving me a headache. I got out of bed, and made scrambled eggs for breakfast.

The thought of work at a time like this was awful, so I called in sick. Hartford Library doesn't need me today, right?

Not being at work gave me time to investigate what was happening in the Thatcher house. So I talked to Este's sister, Eve.

"Have you noticed anything... off about Mark?", she confusedly replied, "No, not at all! Why?", panicking, I said, "Oh no reason!". Well that sure helped.

Not sure what to do, I went to see a movie.

It was 2020, so I had to wear a mask. After the movie, I had some lunch. And stalked the Thatcher's Instagrams.

3

The clues

After lunch, I drove past their house again. Mark's truck has new tires! And a woman moved in! This can't be real right?

On the news, I saw a report. Este Thatcher, 29, missing. He filed it. I sighed, realizing nobody would believe me, so I invited Eve over for dinner to explain.

Before she arrived I made spaghetti and meatballs and a tiramisu for dessert. Then waited.

She arrived just on time. 6:30. "Hi Taylor!! Thanks for inviting me! I needed to get away after hearing my sister was missing."

We had some wine and chatted before I brought up my suspicions. "Look, I know you might not believe me but please listen." And explained everything.

"Oh my god. What can I do? I need to help.",

to which I just said, "Help me prove that he did it."

4

The helping hand

Eve, now knowing everything was determined to help me. I appreciated it because, if I had someone on my side, things could go how I want it.

She stayed in the guest room that night, she couldn't be alone. Which I heavily understood.

For the next week or so, we regularly visited Mark, pretending to be consoling him through the pain of his missing wife. We saw right through him.

Through the visits, we learned that she confronted him as soon as she got home after she met me last, "Said she needed to leave to think things through", and that was the last he heard from her.

We decided to talked to the neighbor, Betty, who had a really tragic story. "I saw Mark put something of Este's size in the back of his truck!", upon hearing that, Eve loudly gasped.

We left soon after, shocked. "You don't think he..." Eve asked quietly on the drive home. "I do." I stated. The rest of the drive was silent.

I couldn't sleep that night, knowing exactly what he did. It was insane.

At around 11:24, I got up and found Eve crying. She knew too. "I don't understand! That stupid Aimee can't be better than my sister!"

"I agree.", I said pulling her in for a hug. No woman deserves this.

5

The sadness

I woke up and realized we fell asleep on the floor while we were talking, in denial and deep sadness. She was still asleep, and I was still hugging her. What do I do?

After about twenty minutes, she woke up. "Finally, you're awake.", "What happened?", she asked. A half second after that I saw the look of realization on her face.

"Oh.", she blurted, "Right.", You could hear every bit of sadness in her voice. It was heartbreaking.

After that, we both went to work. Me, to the library, Eve, to Starbucks. I worked my usual shift, from 7:00 to 4:00 and left.

I got home, laid on the couch, and watched Friends for a while. My favorite show would help.

Forty minutes later, Eve arrived. "Hi. I just had a long day. Ooh! Is that Friends?", she sat on the couch and watched with me.

After two hours, we got dinner. Takeout from McDonald's. We talked about things other than Este for a while. It was nice.

Later, we went to our bedrooms and I looked at my phone for a while. While doing that I made up a plan. I wouldn't do it. But would I?

Slowly, I fell asleep. My dream was about the plan. Why was it?

6

The plan

I woke up at 6:30. I had to tell Eve the plan. I would be crazy not to, but even crazier if I did.

"Eve... Eve!", "It's so early, Taylor... What's wrong?", "I know how to get justice." She instantly sat up. "... Go on."

"When I was fifteen, my father had me get a boating licence, and I used to be a maid so I can cover up a scene!", "Are you saying what I think you are?", "Why wouldn't I?"

7

The crime

I waited till midnight, I drove to the house, Stabbed about 3-4 times. Now the clean up I've been waiting for.

I take him out to the lake, and out on my boat. We don't go very far before I stop. I look around. No one can see this. No one's there, so I throw him in.

I sigh, what's done is done.

When I arrived home I was greeted by a smiling Eve. "I made a cake!", I guess justice really is sweet.

We ate the cake in celebration. Este was free. We had nothing to worry about.

And Mark, was rotting at the bottom of a lake. After all, no body, no crime.

The end

[albertcapraro]

December 8, 1975 - Hartford Courant Photo: The duo is designed in indigo blue, brushed, reversible Chinese made denim by Albert Capraro who likes to show these with matching visors. Left, the three-piece jumpsuit with quilted vest and cotton shirt is finished with a matching pouch purse. The tow-piece romper suit is cuffed and hooded and has a front button skirt to match which is not shown.

Capraro's Spring Collection Will Be Shown Here This Week

Albert Capraro's message for his spring collection indicates a much slimmer look, the fullness controlled, yet achieving a soft and mobile effect. Capraro, you'll remember, is Betty Ford's favorite designer into larger headlines than he was already making. Waistlines, like length, says Capraro, are a personal option. His jumpsuit, he feels is an important way of emphasizing the new new vertical feeling…..both for daytime and evening. Daytime he favors Chinese denim and polished cotton. In the same vein he has topped the one-piece romper which has met with immediate success with a flowered wrap skirt for versatility. In stressing his costume concept, Capraro mixes a play of strong colors with flower shades in a jumpsuit, dress, long shirt-dress, with a quilted sleeveless vest which can be interplayed with every part…even to a quilted pouchbag on a belt. Believing in a softer, fragile look……better, he says for formal evening, he says for formal evening, he designs a low-cut black polyester crepe de chine dinner dress and in a dramatic moment enveloped it in huge fringed shawl. Ben Burke will be in Hartford Wednesday from 10 a.m. until 5 p.m. at the Lucy Baltzell Shop on Farmington Ave., to show Capraro's collection for Jerry Guttenberg, Ltd., and in the Baltzell Shop in West Hartford on Lasalle Rd., Thursday from 10 a.m. until 5 p.m.

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NEW CASTLE, Pa. — Andrew Michael Harakal, 64, of New Castle, Pa., formerly of Hartford, passed away unexpectedly at his residence, Monday, April 3, 2023. Born March 23, 1959, in Sharon, Pa., he was the son of Thomas A. Harakal and Betty Maybee Loyd. His father preceded him in death and his mother survives in […]

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[fischerfrey]

the five club + twitter au

featuring;

harker hartford, jude castellan, ivan cuarón, betty bott, brooke killingbeck, and brion mclaggen by @potionboy3

and

jesper greenaway, darby rosen, vanya kavinsky, and olga kavinsky by yours truly

[potionboy3]

betty bott as rue in hunger games

betty is a tribute from district 11 in the 74th hunger games. she forms an alliance with brooke killingbeck and her district partner harker hartford. she is killed during the games, shocking brooke and harker to the core.

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CAP Receives Grant Award and Contract in 2022

The College of American Pathologists (CAP) is a 75-year-old organization comprised of board-certified pathologists serving other pathologists, patients, and the public through excellent laboratory medicine and pathology practices globally. CAP regularly participates in activities to obtain funding to improve laboratory practices. In 2022, CAP received a grant award and a contract from the US Food and Drug Administration (FDA).

In a September 2022 press release, CAP announced that it received a $100,000 Council of Medical Specialty Society (CMSS) Award. CMSS gave the award to 48 specialty societies comprised of over 800,000 physicians in healthcare to promote diagnostic practices. The grant can be for various projects related to developing and spreading resources that facilitate the timeliness, efficiency, safety, accuracy, and equity of diagnostic outcomes for Americans.

Projects selected for the award focused on cardiovascular conditions, infection, and cancer. The award program is a collaboration among the CMSS, which administers the grant program, the Gordon and Betty Moore Foundation, an organization that funded $1.26 million in grants for specialty organizations, and the John Hartford Foundation, which has also contributed funding for two organizations that focus on older adults.

CAP President Emily Volk, MD, stated the funding would help the organization connect with patients to find ways to create easily digestible pathology reports for laypeople dealing with a cancer diagnosis. In the case of cancer reports, the pathology report is the first thing patients encounter upon diagnosis, making it vital that they understand the report. Otherwise, it can make a cancer diagnosis confusing for patients and caregivers, in addition to being a source of anxiety.

CMSS’ role in the awards was not only to select and disperse grants, but it also will act as a coordinator. The organization will support and monitor awardees’ best practices, collaboration, and learning across specialties throughout the duration of the project.

The CMSS’ focus on medical specialties relates to the fact that these groups are in a position to provide education and also serve as a resource for spreading information. Accredited continuing medical education, journals, clinical guidelines, peer-reviewed journals, clinical registries, and research are avenues that this information spreads. According to CMSS CEO Helen Burstin, MD, the organization is happy about providing funding to projects that might culminate in breakthroughs in diagnostic excellence.

CMSS is not the only organization that has recognized CAP’s value. In a November 2022 CAP press release, the organization received a contract from the FDA for $1 million. With this money, CAP will find ways to improve and develop laboratory test code standards to increase positive outcomes for public health and patient care.

The contract focuses on two areas. The first area will focus on classifying coding to facilitate the transfer of qualitative and quantitative lab results. The second area will focus on ways to verify data accuracy and transparency. CAP will start in October 2023 to organize activities around planning and resourcing, and then they will connect with the FDA and other partners to officially launch the project.

The one-year contract might expand to three years and an additional $2.5 million to fund other proposed CAP projects: Laboratory Coding Transmission Proof-of-concept, Test-Menu Coding Education and Training Proof-of-Concept, and Analysis NorPublishedal Form Clinical Narrative Development and Roundtrip Testing. For more information on either of these awards, visit the CAP website at https://www.cap.org/about-the-cap.

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Movie anniversaries in 2020: Nomads of the North (1920)

Nomads of the North, making us all go “what the hell” for a century now.

This is a so bad it’s good treasure as well as one of very, very few movies where Chaney actually wins his love interest over. There are talking animals. The heroine chases squirrels. The villain’s name is freaking Bucky. Chaney is both endearing as the fur trapper and kind of creepy while Betty Blythe coos and claps her hands at anything that moves.

There’s also a show-stopping forest fire scene that gets its tension deflated any time they cut to this bored baby-in-peril. When your possible victim looks like it wants to sleep, that just... does not generate suspense. It generates laughter.

However, it is goofy fun and it’s nice to see a Chaney character happy for once!

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 13

Chapter 15

This chapter literally took me all day, and it's kinda super long, but since I'm only going to 15 it had to be done. Also, I wanted to get a certain part and all the bullshit detail action needs to be written before we get there so I just kept writing to get there. Lulz.

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Okay and can I just say about the Goodbye Love thing it was in my head since I had her say "I need to go away".

This was supposed to be the preview:

Mimi Please don't touch me Understand I'm scared I need to go away

Mark I know a place - a clinic

Benny A rehab?

Mimi Maybe - could you?

Benny I'll pay

And this is for chapter 15: Mimi Goodbye love Goodbye love Came to say goodbye, love, goodbye Just came to say Goodbye love Goodbye love Goodbye love Hello disease....

*DUN DUN DUNNNN*

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The next thing you knew you were waking up in another room. This one was more lavish and beautiful; the sunset was peeking through green silk curtains with a matching chaise lounge. You were now in pink silk pajamas as opposed to a hospital gown, and you weren’t hooked up to near as many wires. Just a pack attached to your arm linked to your sides.

“What the…?” You cautiously crept out of bed, examining the room.

So many questions flew through your mind at that moment. How did you get here? Where exactly were you? Who the hell changed you while you were passed out? It was too much to imagine. You walked over to the full length mirror and examined yourself. You were still semi pale, but you looked pretty damn good for just having surgery this morning.

You walked back towards your bed where your phone was laying on the nightstand. You went to check your messages when you saw the date-- it had been three days. THREE DAYS?

“What the actual fuck--?” You muttered.

Were you in a Black Mirror episode? How did you lose three whole days of your life?! You began to panic, making you pace the room. Wasn’t there a button you could do? You quickly looked around the room for anything, but all you found was a TV remote.

“Oh are you fucking--” You started to curse the world when you saw a little drawing of a nurse on one of the buttons. You frantically pushed it until a girl who looked like she was a nurse out of a porno as opposed to a hospital came running in.

“Oh my god, I thought you were like, dying or something,” She rolled her eyes and twirled her hair like she was a teenage stereotype.

“Where the hell am I? Why am I---”

“Okay you need to like, chill babe,” Nurse Betty put her hands up. “

“I’m not your babe, mmkay pumpkin? We are not friends,” You pushed her hands down. “Now why don’t you get your little chart and explain to me what’s going on in the Twilight Zone?”

“Alright, well--” She whipped out a mini tablet from her scrubs and flipped through it. “You got here three days ago with an order to keep you in a medically induced coma-- Ooooh, wow that sounds like some soap opera shit. Where your organs harvested on the black market?”

“WHAT?” You grabbed the tablet. That DID sound like some soap opera shit. “You read the tablet, all it said was the details about the coma and then FILES SEALED.

“Can you-- unlock this, please?” You shoved the tablet back in her hands.

“Um no, you need a supervisor for that babe,”

“Can you please get someone to unlock this then, BABE?” Your eye began to twitch from stress.

“Yeah, sure I’ll try,” She shrugged and walked back out of the room. You continued to pace faster now, googling “HARVESTED ORGANS ON THE BLACK MARKET”, when a doctor came in wearing navy blue scrubs, looking like Derek Shepherd.

“Well hey there, beautiful,” He grinned at you.

“...What is happening?” You muttered, staring at him. He was gorgeous, you’d probably be more flustered if you weren’t so freaked out and pissed off.

“What kind of soap opera hospital is this?!” You scowled.

“Hey, just because we take care of ourselves around here doesn’t mean it’s Grey’s Anatomy up here,” He made a face.

“...Could’ve fooled me, McDreamy,”

“....Just because my name is Derek doesn’t mean I’m that tool,” He frowned.

“Oh my god you’re kidding me right?” You had to laugh at the irony.

“You’re probably just grumpy because you haven’t eaten for three days,” He patted your head. “How about a nice filet mignon?”

“Wha…?” You looked around the room in disbelief. “How about you tell me where I am and how I got here?”

“You’re at Whistling Pines Hospital and Rehabilitation Center in Hartford Connecticut, Miss Y/N,”

“Connecticut?!” You gasped. “Sonny said it was just upstate New York. Jesus Christ he sent me out of state?!”

“Calm yourself,” Derek put a hand on your shoulder. “We’re basically on the state line, Mr. Carisi didn’t send you to Siberia,”

“...And why exactly was I brought here against my will?” You crossed your arms.

“Against your will?” He snorted. “Your paperwork says you requested to be out while you recovered so you wouldn’t be tempted to ask for pain meds or anything. Part of the detox, you understand,”

“Detox?” Your face scrunched. “Seriously? So...so now what, you escort me down to the padded room now that I’m healed?”

“No, no of course not,” He shook his head. “Our rehab rooms are much nicer than this. And yours is all ready for you,”

“....Yeah, alright,” You shrugged, looking around the room.

“Wonderful,” He gave you another 100 watt smile before opening the door and motioning you to follow him. You walked for a while through what seemed like a normal hospital wing, then you came to two large doors that said “REHABILITATION WING”.

Derek opened it and let you go through first, into a beautiful lobby. The walls were made of marble, there was a koi pond with a waterfall in the middle of it, sparkling water stations next to big leather chairs. It was like a spa.

“Wow...” You whispered as you admired it while you walked.

“Yes, I know,” He chuckled. “It’s quite impressive, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” You began to feel guilty; how much was this costing Sonny? This place looked like it cost the down payment on a house to stay in. You followed Derek down a hallway that looked like a hotel room hallway more than a rehab center, until he stopped at a door labelled 312.

“Ah here we are,” He opened the door and let you go inside first once again. It was an even more lavish room than you woke up in. A nice king bed with fluffy pillows and silk comforters were covered with extra blankets if you needed them. There was a huge sofa in front of a large screen TV, and a little kitchenette with a small fridge, cabinets, a dishwasher, and a microwave.

“....Wow,” You continued to stare in awe at the luxurious amenities this place had.

“Indeed,” Derek smiled. “Now, the TV comes loaded with digital cable and all the streaming services. Our WIFI password is LIVELAUGHLOVE, the fridge is stocked with organic, healthy foods only, but if you’d like to request something you can give our front desk a ring,”

You just nodded as you checked out the room.

“Now,” He cleared his throat. “For the icky part,”

“...The icky part?” You sputtered with a sarcastic smile. “Where did you go to medical school, Sesame Street?”

“Ha ha,” He rolled his eyes. “You will need to stay in your room at all times unless it’s social time, or group time. We do have several common areas such as a pool and a gym, but you’ll need to schedule times to use them, you can’t just walk around on your own,”

“Ah,” You nodded. “So it is a prison, just a very nice prison,”

“It’s not a prison, Miss Y/N,” He shook his head. “Not for you, anyway,”

“Really? Because it sounds like--”

“Your cousin did pay for your residency here, but you’re not under a court order or anything so you’re not confined here. Most of our residents have to be here several months before they’re even allowed out of their rooms at all, you should consider yourself lucky,”

“...Right,” You rolled your eyes. “Where is my cousin, anyway?” You asked. “Is he back at the hospital in New York?”

“Excuse me?” He looked at you in confusion. “I’m not sure I understand,”

“Oh I guess it’s been a few days,” You thought out loud. “He must have gone home by now,”

“...Well I’d sure hope so,” He chuckled.

“So..” You took a seat on the couch. “What am I doing now, warden?”

“Well like I said, I can have food sent up to you if you’re hungry,” He explained as he handed you your own tablet. “We have these for you so you can browse our menu for food and amenities,”

“Mmmkay…”

“Tomorrow’s social time is at 10 am, and your group therapy is at noon,”

“..Uh huh,” You nodded as you absent mindedly flipped through the menu.

“It’s mandatory,” He added.

“...Right,”

“Wonderful,” He beamed. “Now your bathroom is there, obviously,” He nodded to a door on the other side of the room. “It has a shower with three different pressures, and a spa bathtub. I recommend you take a long hot bath and relax, the first night is usually the hardest to get used to.

“Right…”

“Alright well I’ll leave you to it,” He nodded at you with another dreamy smile.

He walked out and left you to your own devices. You walked over to the drawers and pulled them out. They were full of your clothes, how did they get these so fast? It was so bizarre all of this happened while you were out, it really did seem like some kind of episode out of Dynasty or something.

You decided to call Sonny and get some things sorted out. You picked up your phone and dialed his number and let it ring.

“Oh hey...you, how you feelin’?”

“I’m good,” You went and sat on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Me? I’m good,”

“Really? Not sore or anything?”

“What? OH-- Yeah, y’know, of course, obviously,”

“...Thanks so much for this, Sonny. It’s gorgeous here,”

“Anytime….sweetie,”

“Is um, is Rafael doing better? Do you know?”

“Uh he’s...he’s fine, I’m sure,”

“...Well that’s good,”

“I’ll be up there next week to see you, you hang in there okay?”

“...Yeah, alright,”

“Night darlin’, you sleep well. I love you,”

“Love you too,”

Sonny hung up the phone and glanced over at Rafael who was busy writing his closing arguments for their case tomorrow.

“....Who was that?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Niece,” He lied.

“Mmm,”

“...How are you feelin’, by the way Barba?”

“Carisi, we’re not discussing anything personal, ever again. I told you that,” He grumbled, not looking up from his desk. He winced in pain every so often when he pulled on his stitches while writing.

“...Right,” He nodded sadly. He did feel guilty about all of this, but he knew in a few weeks it wouldn’t matter. You’d both forget about each other and move on, it was for the best.

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The next day you woke up and felt this overwhelming sense of dread. It was like everything had finally caught up to you, all the memory of how you got here came back to you. You missed Rafael almost immediately, Sonny’s words about how you had traumatized him rang in your head.

You wanted so desperately to call him and apologize, tell him how you would have never hurt him on purpose, and that all you wanted to do was make it up to him-- but you knew you had no way of doing that, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Your tablet began to go off, alarms for SOCIAL TIME were set on it. You tried to turn it off, but apparently a counselor had to do it when you arrived. Sneaky bastards. You sighed and pulled on some PJ pants, trying to ignore the blaring sound. You stomped out of your room and down the hall, down some stairs to a huge room labelled “REC ROOM.”

“Welcome Y/N!” A bright and cheery nurse came over and greeted you. “We have lots of activities for you here,” She began to show you around. “We have arts and crafts, several board games, and the Cards Against Humanity rounds get quite rowdy!”

“...Right,” You nodded softly, feeling more and more hopeless as you saw all the other “residents” mingling-- and by mingling, meaning most of them were walking around like soulless zombies. Was this your life now?

----

One Week Later

“Hey…” You saw Rafael laying down in front of you, reaching out for your hand. You took it, not believing this was real.

“I love you, Y/N…” He smiled at you, his green eyes sparkling.

“I love you too Rafael..”

You shot up in bed, it happened again. You had been having the same dream ever since you had gotten to Whistling Pines. It felt so real, especially when you touched his hand. And you always woke up alone, stuck in your prison. Never to see Rafael ever again; It was torture. No matter how fancy the prison was, it was still a prison. You looked at the clock on your bedside table- 3:30 am. You wondered what Rafael was doing at that moment-- well, probably sleeping, duh. Or maybe he was up late, working on law stuff.

You wondered if he was thinking about you, if he ever thought about you. He didn’t seem angry the last time you saw him, in fact you were pretty sure you remembered him holding you and crying. Well, like Sonny said he was probably just upset having to see someone like that again. But-- something inside told you that you didn’t leave on bad terms. Maybe you had been too quick to just delete and block his number. But it was too late to do anything about that now. You laid back down and cried yourself back to sleep for the fifth time that night.

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Two weeks later

Sonny drove up to Hartford early Friday morning, hoping to get back to the city that night. He signed in at the front desk, muttering obscenities under his breath. He paced the lobby waiting for you, trying to keep his calm. Finally you emerged from the big double doors: You were dressed in a t-shirt that used to be tight, but now it draped on your shoulders. Your hip hugger jeans were more like men’s jeans, hanging off your pelvis. Your hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and you had no makeup on. You walked over to Sonny who crossed his arms at the sight of you.

“Hey, Sunshine…” He pulled you into a tight hug, your face barely moved into a small smile.

“Can we talk?” He asked as he led you to one of the leather couches.

“Sure,” You nodded like a robot as you sat next to him.

“So Sunshine,” He sighed. “They tell me you haven’t uh, been doin’ so hot,”

“Oh, have they?” You mumbled, playing with a hole in your jeans.

“Yeah they said you’re not eating, you skip the group, you won’t talk to anybody,” He put a hand on your knee. “Is everything okay? Is it your new liver? The diabetes kicking yer ass?”

“...No, I’m fine,” You shrugged feebly.

“....Seriously?” He removed his hand, his soft tone gone. “So, nothing’s wrong with you physically? You’re just being a brat?”

“Excuse me?” You suddenly blinked in surprise.

“Here I came up here because I was worried somethin’ was really wrong with you, like you were rejecting the donation or-- or the trauma was too much, but you’re tellin’ me you just won’t cooperate?” He snapped at you.

“...What do you want me to say, Sonny? Sorry?” You snarked back.

“I want you to tell me why!” He tried not to yell but this was ridiculous. “Do you know how expensive this place is?!”

“Oh wow,” You scoffed. “Well I’m sorry my recovery is so expensive for you, Son,”

“It’s not even recovery, Y/N! You’re-- You’re just laying around here like a fuckin’ angsty teen!” He barked. “Why aren’t you trying? Don’t you wanna get outta here and get back to your life?”

“Maybe I don’t!” You yelled and stood up. “Maybe I don’t care about getting out of here, or not. There’s no point anymore,”

“What?” Sonny furrowed his brows. “Why not?”

“...Because,” You looked down at the floor.

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Sonny threw up his hands, finally standing up himself. “Is this about Barba, really Y/N? You knew him for a few fuckin’ days, gimme a fuckin BREAK,”

“He was wonderful to me, Sonny! He was wonderful and loving and caring and YOU made me go off on him, and then I--” You paused, tears caught in your throat. “I fucking traumatized him. I hurt him so badly he didn’t even want to see me when i was dying,”

“I mean-- how bad of a person am I?!” You tried not to break down in the lobby. “I shouldn’t be allowed to be around anyone anymore, I just destroy things. Hurt people. I shouldn’t be around anyone,”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Sonny sighed. “You need to stop, alright? If you actually tried to get better, you wouldn’t--”

“I don’t want to get better!!!!” You flat out stomped your foot, not caring about making a scene now.

“Y/N, tough love time. You need to get your shit together and forget about Barba, alright? I can’t keep paying for you to stay here--” He put both hands on your shoulders.

“So let me out,” You glared at him.

“....And if I let you out, are you going to stay sober?” He gave you a suspicious look.

“Nope,” You said with a smirk.

“Y/N come the fuck on,” He threw up his hands.

“What?” You crossed your arms. “I’m being honest. So either you keep wasting your money here, or let me go,”

“And what, let you kill yourself?” He asked angrily.

“...Maybe,” You muttered.

“Sunshine, come here--” Sonny went to wrap you in a hug, his t-shirt caught up on yours causing it to pull up on his torso. Your eyes went wide when you caught sight of it, letting go of him.

“....Where’s your scar?” You blinked in disbelief, trying to wrap your head around what you were seeing.

“What?” He began to panic.

“Your scar,” You pulled your t-shirt to reveal your own scar from the transplant. “You should have one,”

“Oh, Um--” Sonny began to rack his brain for an explanation, but your brain was moving faster.

“.....You didn’t give me part of your liver, did you?” You pulled away from him.

“Uh well--” He sighed “Not exactly, no,”

“Then who did?” You eyed him accusingly.

“They got you an anonymous--”

“Oh don’t even give me that shit, Sonny,” You stopped him. “This-- this whole thing, when I got here. It felt so much like, like a set up. A soap opera plot,”

“A soap opera?” Sonny laughed. “Come on Sunshine, don’t--”

“Why did you ship me here so fast, Sonny?” You asked, your brain now on a roll.

“What?” He half laughed. “So that you could get started early--”

“No,” You stopped him. “You could have just let me come here on my own, CONSCIOUS,”

“Well I just wanted you to skip the DT’s--” He tried to think of a defense.

“DT’s don’t happen to you if you get drunk ONCE, Sonny!” You raised your voice.

“Well how was I supposed to--” He looked around nervously.

“Who really gave me their liver, Sonny?” You narrowed your eyes.

“I told you, I don’t--” He began to lie again.

“I’ll look it up,” You threatened, making his eyes go wide.

“Y-You can’t do that,” He protested.

“Why wouldn’t you want me to?” You challenged him.

“...Because--”

“Rafael did, didn’t he?” You weren’t letting him think of any more lies.

“Look Y/N, he just wanted to help you out so that you wouldn’t die, like his dad. He couldn’t save him so he saved you. Doesn’t that sound like him?”

You had to admit, it really did. But why lie about it?

“So why didn’t you tell me that, Sonny? Why tell me you did it? Why didn’t you just tell me he did it to be nice, and not that he hated me?”

“I never said he hated you--”

“If you lied to me about that, what else have you been lying to me about?” You put your hands on your hips.

“What?”

“Oh my god…” You started to remember your recurring dream. “It was real, it was real. I know it was real!”

“...What was real?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“I keep having this dream where Rafael is across from me lying on a table, and he tells me that he loves me. And I know that happened I know it did,” You explained.

You were absolutely sure of it now. So many thoughts were running through your mind, you hated that you didn’t remember any of this before.

“What?” Sonny laughed again. “Sunshine it’s just a dream, don’t you think you would remember something like that?”

“They...they gave me something before I went into the OR,” You looked off into nowhere as you tried desperately to recall that morning. “The nurse called it…’giggle juice’,”

“Giggle juice?” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“Did you make them give me that too?!” You went for his collar, but a nurse came out of nowhere to hold you back.

“Wha who whoa, Sunshine calm down,” Sonny waved the nurse off of you. “I got her, thanks ma’am,”

“I didn’t tell them to give you anything,” He said softly.

“Yeah, just to keep me out for three days so I wouldn’t ever see Rafael before you sent me here,” You accused him.

“...Not true…” He shook his head.

“Why wouldn’t you want me to talk to him, Sonny?” Tears choked your throat.

“He didn’t want to talk to you--”

“Bullshit!” You stomped your foot, eyeing the nurse who had her eye on you in case you lost it on Sonny again.

“Bullshit, were you scared he was going to tell me what you were really doing? That you were trying to keep us apart?” Tears began dripping from your cheeks. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you couldn’t believe you could have been with Rafael this entire time.

“No!” He protested, his eyes darting back and forth. “No, I--”

“I don’t believe you!” You pushed him, the nurse stepped forward but you put your hands up in defeat. “You’re keeping him from me right now, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“That’s why you sent me so far, he has no idea where I am, and he wants to know doesn’t he? He wasn’t traumatized by my ‘incident’, he’s traumatized he lost me!” You hated that you cried when you got angry, it made you so much less intimidating.

“Traumatized is a strong word, Y/N…” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“Y’know what Sonny,” You shook your head while you wiped your eyes. “I’ll make you a deal. You bring Rafael here, and I’ll try to get better,”

“...I can’t,” He looked at the floor.

“Wha--Are you serious?” You half laughed sarcastically. “You’d rather me rot in here than--”

“I don’t know where he is, Y/N,” He looked up at you seriously.

“...What?” You asked, not wanting to know the answer.

“He…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “He left,”

“What do you mean ‘he left’?” You air quoted left.

“He went on some campaign trail, Hilary I think. He took off across the country, I literally have no idea where he is right now,” He explained.

“Why would he do that?” You asked.

“I don’t know, he said he had to get out of the city--” He shrugged.

“And you couldn’t imagine why?” You gave him a knowing look.

“Oh puh-lease Y/N, he’s not a drama queen like you--” He stopped, thinking about it. “Okay well he might be a drama queen but--”

“You can call him,” You pointed to his pocket.

“I can’t,” He looked down at the ground once again.

“WHY NOT?!” You were getting fed up with him.

“He was….he was super pissed at me for keeping you apart, alright? You’re right. He...he changed his number when he took off, he wants nothing to do with me,”

“So he’s just...gone?” Your voice cracked.

“Sunshine, I promise you. In a few weeks you won’t care about him, and you’re gonna wanna get out of here,”

“Why, you're gonna start adding memory pills to my regiment too?” You scoffed with angry tears in your voice.

“Jesus,” He rolled his eyes. “No, because you’re 22 and you can fall in and out of love like that,” He snapped his fingers.

“No I won’t,” You shook your head. “You’re gonna have to let me out of here or I’ll die in here,”

“God you’re such a--” Sonny sighed in frustration. “I can get them to get you to eat, y’know that right?”

“Do it!” You dared him. “Start treating me like some kind of mental patient, control my life like you think you need to,”

“...I can’t deal with this,” He waved his hands and started to walk away. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, I’m sure you’ll be over this by then,”

“Don’t count on it,” You stomped back into the ward.

-----------------

A week later

You let the night nurse into your room, she brought your meds and a nightly snack.

“Well, are you excited for tomorrow?” She asked, making conversation.

“...What’s tomorrow?” You asked as your downed your pills.

“Your last day!” She smiled.

“...What?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Well, honey you’re not here on a court order or probation, and your cousin only paid for 30 days. So, you’re leaving tomorrow!”

“You’re just...you’re just letting me go??” You asked in disbelief.

“You’re not happy about that? I’m sure we could talk to your--” She started.

“No!” You stopped her. “No, No I’m totally excited, ready to get back to real life,”

“Good!” She smiled and patted your head. “Make sure you’re all packed, we’ve already filled this room once you leave,”

“...Of course you have,” You rolled your eyes.

She left and you began to frantically pack, ready to get out of here as fast as possible. You would find Rafael on your own, you knew you could.

----------

Sonny’s phone went off while he was out on a call, he saw it was Whistling Pines so he excused himself from the scene and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Mir. Carisi? This is Sylvia at Whistling Pines, we were just checking on Miss Y/N,”

“....Why would you be checking on her? Don’t you have her?”

“...No sir, she checked out a few days ago,”

“WHAT?!”

“Well it had been 30 days and you had only paid for a month--”

“So you just let her leave?! Why would you do that?!”

“Well sir, for one she’s a grown woman who’s a law abiding citizen, she wasn’t committed here by any kind of law enforcement. And like I said you only paid--”

“For a month,” He growled. “That’s all that matters to you people, isn’t it?”

“Well sir, this is a very expensive--”

“Where did she go?”

“What do you mean where did she go? She left with you,”

“Uh she sure as hell did NOT,”

“...Well she got in a car with a man…”

“Oh my god,” Sonny almost dropped the phone. “I swear to God if something happens to her because of you people I will sue you SO fast--”

“Okay no need to get hysterical,” She began to panic. “Why don’t you just come here and we’ll figure it out…”

“No I think you’ve done enough,” He growled before hanging up on her.

Where the hell had you gone? And with who?!