Nothing really hurts and I'm not sleepy all the time. I don't know what gives. I don't know why somebody couldn't help me with this before. I push my hair out of my face and look out the window. It's raining. Again. And I'd rather be out in it than in this stupid hospital room ( Read more... )

Everything seems fuzzy. I know there are people doing things to my face and the burns but I can't really feel it. I feel like I say stuff but it all seems like it's running together, like nobody understands me. There's no pain but there's nothing else either ( Read more... )

There's a bunch of doctors running around. Some of them notice me, some of them don't. Some of them stop to stare and wonder how somebody can be such a freak ( Read more... )

I can't hink of much today.  My mind is revolving around what has happened to Aubrey.  I can't believe it.  It's so hard for me to understand.  Why did it have to happen to her of all people?  We won't know the implications of that one damn needle stick for weeks, but a damn needle stick could change her life, my life, our future, how is that even ( Read more... )

It's cold in here. I'm really cold. I pull the blanket up tighter around one shoulder, but I can't move the other one because Slash is holding onto my hand. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if my parents were still around ( Read more... )

I jerk into the parking lot of the ER. Well, not the parking lot for me because it looks like there are ambulances here, but I don't care. Sever has been shaking all night and the bleeding from her thigh won't stop, but it's got puss in it too. I think she's sick. I don't know what she used to cut, but I know she's needs help ( Read more... )

I'm getting tired of this goddamn hospital ( Read more... )

An explosion. All I remember is the explosion. I walk outside to have a cigarette and the next thing I know, I'm on fucking fire. My clothes, my skin, everything burning. They spent hours last night picking my jeans out of my legs. My hair still smells like it's singed. What's left of it. It all hurts. I had pain medicine, but I think it's wearing ( Read more... )

Sighing softly, I listen as my patient drones on about her migraine headaches. This is not what I had in mind when Lexie says that she was going to find some neuro stuff today. I hate neuro. I think I hate it more than I hate ortho. Or maybe I hate them equally. Nonetheless, I continue to pretend to make notes as I know Lexie will actually make ( Read more... )

I walk into Linh's room early in the morning with my bag full of tupperware containers of fruit and omlettes that Burke made this morning and I warmed up when I got here. She's asleep. I drop my bag on the foot of her bed and kick the side of it, "Wake up. I didn't bring breakfast so you could sleep through it."