#tw surgical instrument mention

[sepia-stained-sunset]

Dick Grayson is a scalpel. He's tempered steel, methodical and precise. And he can hone in on the parts of you that hurt the most and the cuts he makes are never kind. When they're deep, they almost never heal, and when they're shallow, they just keep bleeding through every bandage anyways.

Dick Grayson is a scalpel. There are no hooks to him, on a lineup he doesn't look terrifying. But he has the sharpest point and he's only ever used by the steadiest hands and that's when you realise that the damage he creates never gets undone.

[carelessflower]

PART 3:

TW// Murder, and mention of abuse

Magnus knocked, as they waited, a fewclicks were heard and the door opened, revealing a sleepy Johnathan.

"Magnus its midnight." Johnathan said, as he motioned them to come inside. Another man, who stood there, yawned, and went to the bedroom.

"Boyfriend?" Ragnor questioned.

"Yeah."

"What do you know about the cops who were working on the case against my dad."

Johnathan sighed, and rubbed his eyes.

"I cant tell you that."

"What can you tell me?"

"They dropped the investigation, four of our members disappeared, wintesses either didnt remeber their statements or changrd their story, cctv images gone. Everything they worked for just went to trash."

"Who was in charge?"

"I cant tell you that."

"Fuck! Johnathan." Magnus cursed,

"Look all I can tell you is that we had a new boss come in, I cant tell you the previous bosses names, but I can tell you, you know one of them."

"Stop being crytic you asshole." Ragnor said.

"Has your dad spoken to you?"

Magnus chuckled.

"I cant tell you that." Magnus said before leaving.

"Sorry!" Catarina appologised.

(THE MORNING)

Alec awoke to Max crying, he yawned, and stood up, and walked over to the cot and picked him up. He started to sooth him, as the sunlight started peaking in through the blinds, the orange hues across the skyline.

New York was beutiful in the morning, the peace and quite before the noises of people, and cars. He smiles at the memories of him and Magnus walking through central park in the winter, hands holding and together. Happy.

He looked down at Max, who was now calm.

"bapak" Max pointed out of the window.

"Soon baby..soon."

He was intrupted by his mother who was happy to see her grandson, as Max reached out to Maryse, wanting to be held.

"Go see Magnus, I'll feed him." Maryse said, as she was now speaking to Max, and went downstairs. Alec sighed, he took out a blue faded shirt and some jeans.

His sibilings were still asleep, and he said goodbye to his son, and his mom and headed out. Questions he needed answers to filling his head, as he walked towards the appartment.

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ASMODEUS HOUSE (MANHATTAN)

The basement was warm, the white floors clean, the white tiled walls made the room feel large and bright. A older man was tied to a chair. His left eye bruised, tired, hungry and thirsty, a few feet away from him, was a metal tray, filles with surgical instruments, covered in blood.

The door unlocked, and Asmodeus stepped in, smiling, and behind him was Magnus.

Magnus stood behind hia dad.

"Johan wordt wakker!" Asmodeus pulled his head up, a Johan was now alert, hissed in pain.

Johan eyes land on Magnus.

"Mer -"

"Its Magnus now."

Johan nodded.

"Okay! Magnus, here wants to ask a few questions, so you are going to listen and answer."

Johan nodded, as Asmodeus stepped back, and went to a cabinet.

"What was my mom like?"

"Sexy." Asmodeus repsoded, chuckling as Magnus rolled his eyes

"Your mom was beautiful, nice." Johan responded.

"Why wasnt she happy when she got married?"

"She has several miscarages, we tried, failed, so many times."

"What did you think of me." Johan snapped, eyes wide, and saliva dripping from his mouth,.

"You are a scum. Your grandparents didnt want you. je vermoordt je moeder. mijn vrouw. jij bastaard" (you killed your mother. my wife. you bastard) Johan spat.

"Im not the one you should be angry at you bitch." Magnus said crouching down. Smiling.

"je bent een ellendige oude man." (you are a miserable old man.) He spoke in dutch, the second language he learnt, from a monster.

He stood up, and spoke in his mother tounge.

"kuharap kau terbakar di neraka." (Hope you burn in hell.)

A loud bang echoed in the room, as Asmodues put the gun down, blood and pieces of skull fragments landed on Magnus's sparkled black pants. He looked up at his dad.

"He bored me. Get changed." Asmodeus said walking past Magnus.

Magnus ears were ringing from the shot, looking down he saw the blood pooling at his feet. He gagged, as he ran upstairs closing the door behind him.

"What was that? You didnt need to shoot him."

"Are you actaully defending the sicko. He hated you. He wanted you dead. You tried, so I did it." Asmodeus smiled, as he told two men to clean up downstairs. Magnus saw his father go upstairs.

(MAGNUS BANE APPARTMENT)

There was rappid knocks on the door, aa Raphael opened revealing Alec.

"I thought you had key."

"I lost it. Where is Magnus."

Chairman meowed, as the cat walked inbetween Alec legs. Chairman stretched, and went back to Magnus's bedroom.

"Magnus is out."

"Out? Its a lie in sunday, Magnus sleeps in."

"Well something happened. Come in, make yourself something to eat." Raphael said, sitting down, and eating a bowl of cornflakes.

Alec sat down, as he looked at the time.

09:47 AM

The time read.

The door opened, and in came Magnus.

"Your back, gotta go, Alec is here." Raphael said, putting his bowl in the sink, and walked out.

Magnus and Alec stared at each other in silence.

"Im sorry." Alec appologised.

"Same. Im sorry. I should have told you earlier."

"Sorry I walked out, I was angry, and confused. Are we safe?"

"I...I dont know Alexander. My dad is someone you dont want to mess with. He is a psychopath. Kills for fun, bad people dont mess with him."

"You told me you really didnt know your dad. Was that a lie?"

Magnus rubbed his eyes. He hasnt been able to sleep.

"He adopted me when I was ten. My mom..she commited suicide on my 5th birthday. I found her body."

"Im so sorry Magnus - ." Alec sat next to Magnus.

"Dont! let me finish."

"She didnt love me, my step-dad hated me, he abused me, punishments, blamed the devil. After my 8th birthday, he became really religious, and was talking to the people in ths village. One day, he took me to the river, and I fought, it was raining the night before. I threw mud in his eyes, and I pushed him, and he tripped over a log, and I killed him." Magnus felt the warmth of Alec's hands on top of his hands.

"I ran Alec. I ran so fast until a truck stopped, a guy said he could save me, take me to a safe place, he traffiked me to spain, where i was on the farm until there was a raid, I was taken to a foster home - it was a church type of thing. Jem Carstairs ran that home. He was the one who tracked my biological dad. He adopted me, at 10."

"Jem Carstairs is married to your cousin Tessa?" Alec questioned.

"Yes he married her a few yesrs later. So as I was saying my dad, Asmodeus, he took me over the world. He was a rich guy, he owned a few big law firms. He took me to his house in Manhattan. And i was fine. He retired early from the law firms and let another management in. I started noticing stuff when I was 13. You know people who was terrified of him. Me, Raphal, and Ragnor got in trouble with a local gang.. but then they appologised and left us alone. I look like him, just different body height, and skin colour. He owned a few clubs, like Sin City, Pandemonium, the hottest clubs, I was snooping and found a lot of money, I knew my dad was in deep. I just didnt know how deep."

Magnus stood up, and grabbed a glass of water.

"You said you killed someone? Was that your step dad."

He cant know - Magnus thought, he didnt trust his own mouth, so he nodded.

"Okay..you can stay at my parents place, Izzy and Jace may hate you at first, but I will tell them its fine. Max misses you."

"How about chairman?" Magnus chuckled, picking his cat up.

"He can come! Thank you Magnus. For trusting me."

Magnus smiles at him, as Alec started to pack.

His phone buzzed, as Magnus unlocked it.

A message from his dad:

**Are you free tonight? Remeber, I know where you live, I know where your friends live. All you need to do is listen and no one gets killed. Are you free? **

Magnus looked at the text over and over again, his finger above the block button. He froze, he looked at Alec, and smiles, he has a family. His friends. He wont let them get hurt.

Magnus typed a quick text **yes. wht time?** before switching his phone off and helping Alec pack his and Alec's and Max's stuff.

((PART 3 FINISHED - THIS STORY IS NOT GOING TO BE HAPPY. )

Asmodeus is more emotional abussive and Im trying my hard to get that. And I wanted both piece of show and book reference.

Part 4 may be happy.

:((( bebe magnus :(((( i want him to be happy

[improbable-outset]

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆

2BDamned x gn!Reader

Word count: 2.2k ⚠️TW: Mentions of amputation and graphic description of gun violence and gore Contains: Mentions of food and body dysphoria

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A/N: I didn’t put this one off like I did with my Sanford x reader so that’s something. I don’t know how ‘grunt’s physiology’ work but they’re close to humans right?? Idk I’m probably overthinking this :3 Anyways this is heavily inspired by the character of Misty Knight from Marvel Defenders because yes. Also before I forget: HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉🎉

Summary: During another raid, you experience an accident that changed your life.

The fluorescent lights in the medical ward hummed in the background, giving you a throbbing headache as you sat idly on the hospital bed across the surgical instruments. You leaned back into the soft pillow with only a paper blanket to cover your legs, inhaling the strong iodoform disinfectant scent in the air.

You looked at your right side where your arm used to be in disgust and sighed as you replayed the events that happened a few days ago in your head again.

~

You moved swiftly in the AAHW building with your other three teammates, rifle in hand, while a group of agents barged into the room with their own weapons pointed towards you. You managed to wipe them out, their painful groans filled the room as their corpses littered the floor.

Light work.

You moved to the next room. Before you could process what could happen next, you felt a strong impact on your arm, causing you to lose your balance and stumbled backwards. Just when you were about to hit one of the desks behind you, Sanford caught you in his arms and hid under the desk for cover.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you listened to the roll of loud gunshot sounds in the background. You felt a burning sensation on your right arm and your sleeve started to feel damp as Sanford held you tighter. “I got you” you heard him whisper in your ear. His voice only drowned into the madness that unfolded. After a while, the room fell silent with Deimos’ voice calling out that the coast was clear.

Sanford crawled out from under the desk with you still in his arms before he released you. You gripped onto the side of the desk to maintain your balance before your eyes caught your right hand sleeve stained in blood. Shit. You must’ve been shot without realising. That explained the burning feeling.

Deimos noticed your arm and quickly escorted you to the truck, sitting beside you at the back and making sure you were ok with Sanford and Hank at the front. Throughout your journey, the stinging feeling in your arm grew stronger as time passed. Finally you made it back into base, with Deimos taking you to the medical ward to be seen by Doc.

~

You grimaced at the memory. Faint footsteps echoed in the hallway as Doc entered the room, flipping through a clipboard. You had your gaze to the paper blanket in front of you with your remaining arm leaning on the cold railing of the bed. “Well, everything else seems to be stable.” He informed you. His voice was stern, asserting dominance which reflected his hardened demeanour. Doc was the most judicious and rational when it comes to his technical knowledge and combat skills. He wasn't a licensed doctor but he was confident in what he did which made it easy for you to trust him when it came to fixing your wounds.

However this was the biggest injury you have experienced. You’ve had gunshot wounds in the past but nothing like this. The bullet managed to hit one of your nerves in your upper arm messing with its function so you had to get your limb removed. Luckily for you, the surgery was successful but that meant you couldn’t go out on raids. “So...now what Doc?”

You haven’t felt this lost and alone since the day you abandoned the agency. Sure you had your teammates that you grew close with and rely on them for emotional support but they still have to go out on missions, leaving you behind since you couldn’t do much with only one arm. Everything happened too fast for you to fully process.

Doc placed his clipboard down, giving you his full attention. “You’re going to need to gain strength on your left arm since you’ll be fully dependent on it now, so starting from tomorrow, we’ll be doing some physiotherapy sessions. But now you should get some rest.” He told you. You felt the acid in your stomach churn. How long will you have to do physiotherapy for? How long will it take for you to adapt to your new body image? Will you ever get used to it?

You trudged your way to your room with your legs feeling heavy and your mind still flooding with questions and confusions. The hallway felt outstretched, making the journey to your room feel longer when in reality, you only walked a few metres. You heard footsteps coming from behind with the sound of clothes shuffling.

You turned to see Deimos walking towards you. The tobacco stench grew with each step he took. “Hey, rookie. How’re feeling?” You dreaded that question. How many times will you be asked that now? “Could be better, Deimos.” You’ve been in the medical ward for a long time, so seeing Deimos after a while felt a little refreshing. “Doc said I should get some rest before I start physiotherapy tomorrow.” You let out a heavy sigh. “Alright, sleep well rookie.” Deimos tapped your shoulder and left you to your own thoughts.

That night, you struggled to get some sleep. It felt weird to lie on your right side and not feel your arm underneath and if that wasn’t enough, you had to turn your body just so your other arm could reach the comforter. Nevertheless, you got adequate sleep before having to see Doc again.

Your day started with a small meal to get you through your day before you were at the medical ward again; God you were bored to that place. You had your pulse and temperature checked and then completed multiple activities that involved using your left arm. The whole day felt slow, being stuck inside. You tried to look at the bright side of things; at least you’ll be safe from the outside chaos. Yes. Doc made you feel safe.

One thing that you noticed is how incredibly patient Doc was with you compared to how he was with your other teammates. He would get annoyed pretty easily with them but he seemed pretty tolerable with you. Perhaps it was because you were pretty easy to work with and stick to plans.

The following day was just as slow as the last but at least now you knew what to expect and how your day was going to go by. However, the question still burned in your mind and the longer it remained unanswered, the more it ploughed your head. You were in the middle of your physiotherapy session with Doc when you finally spoke up. “Doc, since I can't go out now because of how ‘vulnerable’...” you put air quotes on the last word, quoting his words from your session yesterday, “...I am now, what can I do all day here? I won’t be doing these sessions with you forever.”

It was true, you understood that you couldn’t go outside where the chaos of Nevada could further harm you, but you felt pretty useless in the team. There was a pause that went on for two beats before Doc answered you. “Since you’ll be staying here all day, you might as well assist me around here. Things will be done faster then.” His tone sounded questionable, giving you room to choose. Well, it was better than nothing.

After your session, you found Sanford in the gym room punching a punching bag, his sweat glistening on his skin with his full concentration on his punches. His attention span was so deep into his own movements, he didn’t notice your presence until you softly knocked on the door.

He turned his body to face you, a grin spread across his face when he saw you before you walked towards you. You returned the smile. “Hey, how are you now? Deimos told me about the sessions you’re taking with Doc for your arm, how’s that going?” Sanford asked, panting lightly after each sentence, trying to catch his breath from his exercise earlier. “It’s going good, I guess…” your voice trailed off which didn’t go unnoticed by Sanford “hey uh… wanna throw some punches on this thing, might be good for you.”

You felt a little uncertain with his idea, nevertheless you pushed those feelings away and went along with it, you figured it was better than sulking at yourself and better yet, it could help with developing strength in your left arm. You walked up in front of the punching bag and paused and took a few deep breaths.

You threw a punch and stumbled a little, you weren’t as strong as Sanford but you still had some strength in you. You planted your feet on the ground and inhaled deeply before you threw another punch without stumbling. It felt exhilarating, releasing all the tension and stress you’ve been feeling the past couple of days. A few hours later, you went back to your room, your heart accelerated, pumping the adrenaline in your bloodstream. You almost forgot about why you were so stressed in the first place.

The next few days, after your usual sessions, you would go to Sanfords room to blow off some steam. Admittedly, it definitely helped to develop your strength again. But it didn’t change the fact that you still wanted to go out. Sometimes you would find yourself moving your left arm where you used to position it on your rifle, missing the feeling of the weapon in your hand.

It was another day after a raid and everyone was in the medical ward. Hank sat on the hospital bed, bullet wounds on his chest while Doc attended his wounds. You agreed to assist him, passing the medical equipment or applying pressure on the wound when needed to. Sanford and Deimos were near the sink area with a first aid kit. Deimos wrapped a gauze around Sanfords arm, making witty remarks while Doc scolded Hank for being reckless.

After you were done assisting Doc with Hank, everyone left the room, leaving you and Doc alone. You helped with sanitizing the equipment and disinfecting the surfaces. The room was quiet again, making you prone to overthinking. Just when you were in the middle of doing your tasks, you felt a sudden wave of dysphoria making you pause.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Doc when he saw you suddenly stop mid-cleaning which was unusual for you since you always get your tasks done quickly. “Is something wrong?” His voice broke your train of thoughts and you looked up to see his masked face. “Hmm no…” you really didn’t know what else to say or how to explain how you were feeling. “You know you can tell me, you’re my patient, I’m here to help you.”

You sighed before you gave an answer “I just feel a little… ticked off with the turn of events I guess. I thought by now I’ll get used to my new body but obviously that’s not the case. I mean I’m a righty, Doc and it’s just.. hard to get used to and I hate it.” You turned to your side to continue with wiping down the bed, Doc’s gaze was still fixed on you. “It is understandable why you’re feeling like this. Your physical healing won’t take long and I've seen how much you’ve improved since your first session. But the emotional healing might take a little longer, especially getting used and adapting to your new body image.”

You continued with your cleaning, before putting the equipment away and calling it a day. “At least you’re still alive.” He added. You only responded by smiling meekly and exited the room. You were halfway to your room when you heard footsteps. “Hey, mercenary!” Deimos voice echoed from behind, “could you come here? I’ve got something for you to see.” He gestured in the opposite direction. You really weren't in the mood for this. “Dei…I’m kinda tired right now-” “Come on, I promise you it’ll make you feel a little better.” He urged you. You knew there was no point arguing so reluctantly, you followed him. He led you to his room and what you saw on his desk made your stomach drop.

Oh my god

~

The following day, you sat anxiously in Deimos’ room with Deimos and Doc opposite you. Your hand ran over your new Prosthetic arm that was attached to you by Doc, the metal was cold under your touch. You felt the anticipation boiling inside you as you waited for Doc to tell you any further information, watching as he tapped on his tablet with full concentration before looking up at you. “Everything seems to be ready, now we need to test it. Could you lift this mug for me?” He asked, pointing to the mug in front of you.

Your heart thudded in your chest with excitement and anxiety as they both watched and waited for you. Slowly, you lifted your artificial arm up, almost startled that it moved with your full control with ease. Moving your arm forward, you clenched onto the mug handle and lifted it up without dropping it and placed it back down again. Deimos grinned with pride, your arm worked perfectly. You couldn’t see Doc’s facial expression but you assumed he was pleased with the results so far. ”Everything seems to be going fine…” He said as he stood up from his chair “...could you meet me in the medical room in 5 minutes?” You nodded and he left, leaving you and Deimos. You turn to face Deimos “Thank you.” You breathed, still feeling stunned.

Feedback is appreciated. Let me know if I did anything wrong.

[afreesworn]

A Couple of Bells

TW:  The post contains mentions of violence and captivity, and how a person not used to any of those things may react to such hardships. It may not be great feels. Take care of yourself and pass this one up if this sort of thing will upset you! ♥

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“I bid you dreamless sleep.”

Voices started to filter in through the darkness. Distant echoes. Memories. Something was wrong. 

“Hush, little one. We progress, as ever. You will be awake again before you know it."

Masked faces, blurred and distorted, floated in and out of her hazy vision. They were all looking down on her, speaking in muted voices. Their words swam through her muddled senses, along with a constant whirl of machinery. The cold table under her bit her skin, and then something closed around her limbs, pulling them tight. Such panic shot through her in that moment, every instinct telling her to flee, to scream. But her body would not obey. Their grip wouldn’t relent. Then she felt a wash of heat down her back.

“The injection.”

The blackness that followed was sudden. Nabi tried to reach for something, anything, to stay within the light, but it pulled her down into its endless depths. She tried to call out but no sound came. 

Heaviness choked her lungs. It tasted salty. The last vision of her mother was of a horrified face, reaching for her over the railing of the ship. The water was dark and silent. The roar of thunder and lightning that rocked the ship just moments before, was but a faint reverberation in the expanse.

Nabi floated downward; it felt weightless, sinking deeper and deeper. Would she die here? 

Then a voice caressed her senses. Quiet, as if murmured, and yet so crystal clear in her memory.

“Yara’æ?”

Nabi woke with a startled breath. Her eyelids still felt heavy, but she could feel the ungiving nature of the ground beneath her. Something felt like wool against her skin. The constant gyration of machinery in the distance hummed through the floor. She blinked groggily, her vision finally starting to clear. Her arm was extended in front of her limply, and beyond that she could see the bars.

It took a moment before it started to become clear, both in view and in realization. Metal bars, and beyond that, a white cold table. And Garlean instruments hung next to it.

Her eyes shot wide open and she gathered her arms to push herself up, only to double over with a pained gasp. Her hand reached for her midsection, and she realized that it was bare. She had been stripped of her clothes, with only a small towel wrapped around her waist.

Stuttered breaths were all she could manage, as her wide gaze lowered with a sense of dread to where the greatest source of pain was. Just below her right rib cage, there was a stitched wound. Her fingers trembled as it hovered over the site, for if she touched it, it might be real. And if it was real, she wouldn’t wake from this nightmare.

Then other aches began to register. Her left arm was wrapped in a bandage as was her left upper thigh and knee. The latter dressing already had blood stains seeping through. 

She had been cut, in multiple places, and she had no idea what had happened to her.

Nabi wanted to wake up. All she had to do was wake up. Her entire body shook, waiting, hoping—praying to any kami that would listen—that she would just wake up now.

But after one breath, then another… after ticking seconds that felt like an eternity, she was still here. Her fingers lowered, slowly and carefully over her surgical wound. Her eyes clenched shut as another jolt of agony shot through her midsection even with the slightest movement. Nabi let out another airy cry. 

Calm down, calm down. Breathe. Breathe.

She suppressed every instinct not to scream. Taking a big gulp of air would bring about another spasm. The incision was close to her liver and her lungs, so breathing, moving, it would all be difficult. That’s it, think it through. She could still move her arms and fingers, so whatever happened to her arm, it was superficial. 

Her leg throbbed. She wiggled her toes, they were intact. But her calf felt swollen and she couldn’t bend the knee without pain. Nothing felt broken or debilitated. She had to see if she could walk.

She righted herself against the wall this time, gently, and even then she had to bite back a cry. But at least focusing on the nature of her wounds objectively quieted other more horrible speculations. But if she was laboring to barely sit up, then walking would be far more difficult. 

Without reaching far, she gathered the blanket that was around her and began to cover herself. The chill of the room had stanched some of her bleeding, but she had to prevent hypothermia. And judging from the lightheadedness of her upright position, she was certain there was some blood loss.

When Nabi slowly pulled her legs to herself, she spotted a tray of food and water that was laid nearby. She swallowed thickly, realizing how dry her mouth and throat was. She was certain now that the tea must have been drugged, and anything else used after for the tests, it would leave her body drained. She would need much water to restore what was lost. She knew she had to drink something…

But she couldn’t allow herself to be drugged again. Nabi’s lower lips trembled at the very thought of ending up on the table again, unconscious and helpless.

Don’t panic. Breathe. Nabi closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled with control. Her heart was beating so quickly that it hurt, and despite her efforts, she was still gasping for air. Think. What’s next? She just had to heal herself, just enough to at least be able to move. Then find a way to escape.

She opened her eyes again and brought her hand up, only to stare at it with growing dread. She recognized this eerie feeling of absence. She had grown accustomed to it in all those years she wore her mother’s woven bracelet. But the complete void she felt now was suffocating. Even while wearing her mother’s warding trinket, she could still feel the life around her. But here and now, she felt as if there was a thick film that wasn’t letting anything in. She couldn’t sense any aether. The songs that always surrounded her were silent. 

That was when she spotted the weighty metal shackle locked around her ankle. It resembled the collars that were used beneath the mountain.

Such a sense of hopelessness struck her at that moment. A sudden sob choked her breath, and her vision began to blur with a welling of tears. Her insides hurt, but it was the gaping pit of despair within that was starting to overwhelm everything. In spite of the pain, she curled her legs to her chest and buried her face behind them, whimpers coming more freely. She wanted to curl up and cry, cry until this nightmare was over.

“Is that it then…?” It was the same voice that had woken her from her darkness. It echoed from somewhere deep in her memory. Raspy. Weak. But still with an unbending sense of will. “You lasted… what… couple of bells?”

Nabi had no answer. She shook her head, heated tears dotting her bare torso. She had Anchor then to fight for. He had been there with her beneath the mountain. Now, she felt completely alone and powerless. 

“Mister North has assured us he would be there, and I know Ghoa to be quite capable too. As we both have seen.” This time it was her own voice chiming in. “We are being careful.”

If it wasn’t for the growing pain overwriting her senses, Nabi would have felt the sting of humility and shame. How they thought they had readied themselves, how she thought her agreeing to the tests would gain some ground with the Doctor on mutual cooperation. That she would be able to see the signs of danger and act beforehand. She was so so wrong. Watching Estrid drink the tea first meant nothing. Was everyone drugged? As her gaze reluctantly returned to the table and the hung instruments across the room, her insides began to quiver again with fear.

I’m not alone. Nabi desperately told herself. Mister North and Ghoa will be looking for me. She once more looked to the tray of sustenance. And the Doctor is keeping me alive, for now. She fought off another swell of panic, at the thought that the tests still weren't finished. She could not, would not, let herself be drugged again.

Nabi’s fingers clasped together tightly. She grimaced as another spasm wracked her insides, her breathing becoming quicker and more shallow. She just had to hold on and find a way to escape. They would find her. She just had to hold on. She had to…

Her face lowered again over her knees and her body shook again with more quiet sobs.

[anotherbeingsworld]

Fly High

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine) 

Characters: Bryce Lahela, Casey Valentine and Teresa Martinez. 

Summary: The small moments with Mr.s Martinez were playing in their mind a year after the inevitable happens. 

TW: death. 

A/N: hi! I am sorta-back in the writing game? This idea has been living in my mind as OPH is coming. Its somewhat a tribute to Mrs. Martinez, and with a small touch of backstory between Bryce and Casey. I’m so sorry for not writing as much as I did before, uni is almost coming to an end for the 2nd semester which i am quite excited for. But, this story is dear to my heart. Idk why I love to write death, as i somewhat resonates it with life, but...this really is something I am very proud of. I like to dedicate this to those who wants to catch their dreams but, they couldn’t. Mrs. Martinez really gave us good advice, and...I’d like for it to stay in our minds. Also, I’m dedicating this to those who have leave a mark in my life. Its something that still blows me away everyday. Thank you, and enjoy! <3 

MY MASTERLIST

"I would take a 99% chance of dying over spending the next ten years in this hospital. To have even a 1% chance of exploring the world... of finally standing on the steps of Sacre-Coeur... I would give everything."—Mrs. Martinez.

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365 days ago. 

“Teresa Martinez were found dead at her hotel room in Buenos Aires.” was the topic in the hospital that day. The news of Mr.s Martinez leave the hospital devastated, as the world seems to stop for Casey. 

It doesn’t feel real. It’s not real, she is living her life happily in Paris...visiting the Sacre-Coeur. She can’t be...  

The thoughts were interrupted by the sound of ambulance coming in, a trauma case distracting her thoughts. She quickly joined in the other interns in the scene, but her mind falls onto Mr.s Martinez; the advice she left. A wisdom, as her passing is similar to a shooting star finally burns out. A light that has to be left behind. The days went by quicker, a trial, law-suit occurs in a blink of an eye. 

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PRESENT DAY 

It was a day of remembrance today, as Bryce and Casey make their way to the hospital in a slow pace. It was an emotional day for all of them, as all their memories were playing. All the laughter and joy, it was one of her favorite things about her. Her cheery persona was the heart of Edenbrook, and without her; a light has been burn, but a star has obtain someone special to keep on shining them from a far. 

Bryce was awfully quiet as well, as they walked down the road after spending their night together. Words were unspoken the night before, as the comfort was worth more than a sentence, a word and even a rhyme. 

Casey found herself to a stop, at the entrance. A distance away, trying to calmed herself down. He broke the silence by placing his hand on her cheek, caressing it with a small smile on his face.

‘You cam do this okay, we are all here for you.’ He said before pulling her into a kiss, as they melt into an embrace before going their separate ways. He stops in the mid of the hallway, his eyes fall onto her as they were met with a pair of emeralds that is already looking at him. 

They both resume their day, as the memories followed them throughout the hour. A reminder that she had left a mark to everyone in Edenbrook including one Casey Valentine and Bryce Lahela. 

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C A S E Y

The voices around her fades, as she sat on the empty bench, letting out a sigh as she was dismissed by Dr. Mirani upon her mistake today in the patient room. She remembers the embarrassment as the other interns let out a chuckle upon her mistake, moments before she was chewed. It was her second week as an intern, and she has made mistakes; what happened to her? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by someone occupying a seat the opposite of her. It was Mrs Martinez letting out a breath with her I.V stand on her side, looking at her with concern. She smiled upon her arrival as she remembers the events on their first meet which involves herself being lost in the hospital during her first day with Elijah. 

Weeks later, she became close to her as she learns upon her love towards travelling, visiting new places around the world; from the Bright Lights of Paris to the city of Madrid. And, the thought of the postcards hanging in her room bring joy to her, as a reminder of her own dream to be a doctor. 

“Casey dear, what’s with the long face?” She spoke, as Casey lets out a sigh.

“I just, I messed up again. It’s been a month, and I tend to get distracted with everything; friendships, the competition, dreading patients, and everything feels too overwhelming.” She burried her face in her hands, trying to hide her expression from the woman in front of her.

After a few moments of silence, she opened her eyes once more to be met with a concerned looking Mr.s Martinez. 

“Dear, you are not human if you never messed up. If I ever got a dollar for every time I took a wrong turn in life, I believe I can afford a mansion in the city of Stars.” 

Casey lets out a chuckle upon the mention of it, as the smile slowly appear on her face. 

“I think I’d be able to pay up my student loans that way.” 

There was a ripple of laughter between them, lighten up the mood releasing a knot on her shoulders that has been there for the day. 

“Indeed, but I saw you work that day; and I believe you are going places dear. You are unique, and the world is not ready to see the light in you dim. For the last decades of living, I made a huge mistake of not pursuing my dreams; and I don’t want to see you give up this dream Casey.” Her voice is demanding yet calm giving her a sense of hope. 

They were interrupted by Danny who is in the midst of a scavenger hunt for one Mr.s Martinez who apparently has left her room once again.

“There you are Mr.s Martinez, its time for your medicine once again.” Danny said as he smiles upon their interaction.

“I guess my time is up. I had fun chatting with you dear, I’ll see you soon.” Mr.s Martinez left with Danny leaving her alone with the wild thoughts once again. 

But, this moment; she received a sense of hope. Maybe it will be okay after all. 

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B R Y C E

The first day as a surgical intern at Edenbrook. He was finally a surgeon, all those years of bartending was worth it. His confidence somewhat pushed people away, as he shrugs the feeling off. He came here to be the best, and not to find friends. 

“Welcome interns. Today is the start of your careers as a surgical intern, and I am ecstatic for what all of you could bring to the table.” the Dr. Harper Emery exclaims happily, as she eyed the crowd of surgeons.

There was a round of applause, as the energy in the room was accumulated. 

“I will introduce you to Dr. Tanaka who is one of your surgical residents. He will be guiding you through this journey. Some of you will fall, quit, but some of you will rise and it will be worth it in the end.” 

After the introduction was done, the crowd was dismissed as the first rounds of the day begun for the surgical interns. 

His heart was filled with excitement, a new beginning. A new slate, and a new chance to not become known. That is the whole reason from the beginning. He is Bryce Lahela, a surgeon. Nothing else more. 

As the days go by, he has been able to witness the procedures that were taught during his years at medical school. His gaze was equivalent to one who looks at their favorite food which is filled with awed and joy. As someone who would fixed up the problems at home, surgery made him feel fulfill once again. It is giving him a purpose even after everything that has happened. 

“Dr Lahela, earth to Dr. Lahela.” A voice called for him brought him back from his subconscious. 

“Yes, I’m here.” He replied as the other interns were found laughing silently at the back.

“What is the first step to perform a  Laparoscopic appendectomy?’ Dr. Tanaka questioned him with Dr. Emery on his side observing. All of the eyes fall on him.

It was his moment to show that he is worth it today, and everyday for the rest of his life.

We will access the appendix through a few small incisions in the abdomen as a cannula which is a small, narrow tube  will then be inserted. It is used to inflate the abdomen with carbon dioxide gas which allows us to see the appendix more clearly...” He paused, as he took a deep breath before resuming his explanation. 

“Once the abdomen is inflated,  a laparoscope will be inserted through the incision. It is a long, thin tube with a high-intensity light and a high-resolution camera at the front which will display the images on a screen, allowing us to see inside of the abdomen and guide the instruments. When the appendix is found, it will be tied off with stiches and removed. The small incisions are then cleaned, closed, and dressed.” His final words fall as somehow equivalent to a mic-drop earning both smiles from the two doctors, as they resumed with rounds for the day. 

He took a minute to be proud of himself, as it is a reminder that he is here to stay. 

After rounds was over, he is officially a surgeon. He was assigned under Dr. Tanaka as he was his resident along with a few other interns. It was really happening, the suprised dream he had that was meant to be an escape; has came true today.

“Dr. Lahela, I would like you to scrub in with me to perform your very first appendectomy in the O.R” Dr. Tanaka said, as his smile was wide filled with joy which was taken away by the growling voices of the other interns behind him. 

He ignored them, as he started to scrub in. The looked that was dedicated to him was somewhat a deja vu moment, a moment where he was known as the son of a criminal. The hatred eyes that is coming to him, attacking him slowly as it was disguised by the confident exterior. 

He shake the thoughts away, getting himself prep in the O.R for his first surgery, but some demons never left as he tried his best. 

After they were dismissed, he took a turn to the cafeteria as a distraction. It wasn’t the best, maybe he hoped it would be like the movies; he would be the protagonist, the hero. Instead, it was the joker. 

He decides upon a snicker bar from one of the vending machines, as the line piled up. He took a seat at the edge of the room, with his pager present on the table. A breath was taken, calming the rage and expectations in him. 

The occupied thoughts were interrupter by a woman, looking at her once again with concern. 

“You should try this, it’s the cafeteria signature.” The voice was soft, comforting as she passed a pudding cup his way. Chocolate to be specific. 

“It’s just a pudding cup, mr.s” He chuckled upon the small cup, as Mr.s Martinez joined him on the empty seats. 

“It’s more than a pudding cup, it’s the cure of sadness actually.” She gestures upon him, as realization hits him.

“I didn’t hide it hard enough didn’t I?” 

She just shake his head, as he held the pudding cup in his hands. 

“You must be one of the new interns aren’t you, the outfit reminds me of a young Harper Emery during her own residency.” She gestures towards his green scrubs. 

“She was the legend, and you have seen her work here before??” His eyes shine upon the name.

“Son, I have been in this hospital for the last decade. I have known all the residents for some times now, there was a lot a person can go through for the last 10 years.” She stated as Bryce was filled with awe. 

“So, tell me what’s with the long face; I thought it was supposed to be an exciting start.”  

“I woke up today feeling on top of the world, but coming here feels like the past haunting me once again. The eyes, the look, and...it reminds me of something I always wanted to forget.” He lets out a small sigh upon the statement, it wasn’t the whole truth, but it feels go to have someone to listen. 

“The past, its always going to be there to haunt us. Sometimes, history repeats itself to prove how strong you are. You have been through a lot and you survived, you are a doctor today dear. This chance is bigger than any doubt, any pain, any memory that you have been through. I have seen the doctors here grow, some had left to pursue something easier, some even crack under the pressure, but some also thrive in excellence. Those people have fought to survive, and that’s what life is about dear. Fighting to survive, I am fighting too. It felt like a long journey for the past 10 years, but some adventures are worth to take to get to the final destination.” She ends the speech with a smile, as she left him with his thoughts once again. 

It feels like a fever-dream, but it is true. Maybe, he will make it after all with a pack of chocolate pudding by his side. 

Suddenly, his pager starts to beep. A new chance to start again, a new hope was in-stored. He took a final bite before leaving the room, feeling okay for the first time that day. 

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PRESENT DAY 

The day passes by quickly, as the reminders and memories kept on replaying in their minds. A sign from her, a message possibly, a lingering gift from the beyond. 

Casey met up with Bryce at the entrance, they have plans that evening. Both of them are already dressed in black which replaces the scrubs from the day; Luis invited them that day to pay their respects for Mrs. Martinez. The whole gang followed, as it is better to face the inevitable together- making it less scarier. 

The evening was peaceful, it was beautiful even. The leaves started to fall, its a start of a new season; some would say a new chapter. They met with Luis to pay their respects to the woman who had changed all of their lives, as they changed hers even for a moment. 

They paid their respects together, as Casey lets out of her silent wishes for Mrs. Martinez. It took a few moments before she was met with his comforting gaze once more, as she nods in completion.  Their reunion with Luis was a pleasant one, as he thanked them once more; despite everything. It echo’s in her mind, word-by-word. 

‘You give my mom her happiness, the one thing I couldn’t. I will never thank you enough for the little miracle that had happened. I was pissed when I found out, but...you manage to give her the signature Martinez’s smile once more. Thank you.’

Luis excused himself from the group, as they were pulled into a group hug. Mrs. Martinez gave each and everyone of them a purpose. Something that she couldn’t see before. 

After they bid their farewell,  Bryce and Casey walked hand-in-hand making their way back home as they talked about life, memories, and even happiness. It was a beautiful ending for their day, as the sunset was their backdrop, it was what life is all about. 

She finally started to live life, as he continues to pursue his dream. Maybe even found himself a new dream as well. 

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‘Life to one Teresa Martinez ; it was an unforgettable journey. She believed in the impossible, she took a risk that wasn’t mean to be taken by any other. She trusted me, and that was everything. But, the news - it was a tragedy. Death is a tragedy, as life was taken away from us. But, Teresa Martinez’s death reminds us of the dreams that we wanted to catch. The dreams that were left behind, the dreams that were abandoned in the dust. It was a dream that is worth following for, even if it ends upon your death bed. She believed in me during my dark times, and the reminder of one Teresa Martinez, is something we can’t turn back from. But, the advices and love she has left behind is a reminder that those who are gone...will always be with us, we can’t see them, but there are always there guiding us, cheering us on even after they have left us behind. Teresa Martinez lived a good life, and she will never be forgotten as she is flying high at somewhere better.’  

THE END. 

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