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I did my time behind enemy lines. Now I'm back in the states for a new kind of adventure. Taking on the Trauma unit at a hospital. Call me Dr. BOS. RP/21+/OC

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Joined September 2020
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*I'm walking around my parent's house. My Aunt Angela has been staying with us and the whole house is too clean and shiny. That's what she does. Her nervous energy has to go somewhere and it's going into scrubbing floors and polishing silver. Sometimes when I look at her it >
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<almost seems like she's expecting my mother to come back and she's getting everything ready for her. But she's not coming back and everyday it hits a little harder that this is going to be our lives now. A life without her. I grab my phone off my nightstand and dial >
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< @SweetMaddz 's number and wait to hear her calming voice on the other end*
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*It's been days since I have been to work or anywhere other than my mother's hospital bed or home to shower and change my clothes. I can't remember the last time I ate. The nurse up in my mother's room forced me to come down to the cafeteria to eat. I'd been avoiding sleep. >
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< Every time I closed my eyes the nightmares came back. It had been a couple days since I'd changed my clothes and I was due to go back home but I just didn't have the energy. I sat at a table in the corner, eyes dark and body slumped with the weight of the world. A plate of >
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< whatever the special was for the day sat in front of me untouched.*
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*pulls my car up at @SweetMaddz house and honks the horn. Waiting for Maddie to join me so we can head to the grocery store to buy food to cook for my parents.*
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*Shows up on @SweetMaddz 's fron step the next day carrying a pizza and flowers*
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*heading into the cafeteria I make a beeline to the juice bar and start to make myself a glass of cranberry juice. I hesitate, watching the glass and starting to daydream as the wine color liquid covers the ice cubes. I hadn't seen @SweetMaddz in a few days. My mom had been >
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< it. Maddie... she was beautiful and funny and amazing. And I wanted to spend more time with her but she was scared and maybe with good reason. I was a lot to take on. She didn't even know about the nightmares. At the moment everything was wrong and I wanted it all to go back >
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< that moment I laid next to her in her bed and everything felt so right*
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*I drove around after work for at least an hour. Just trying to wrap my head around what @SweetMaddz had said. I know she likes me. I can see it in her eyes. I can feel it in the way her body melts into mine every time I hold her. But she said she didn't. And now I'm sitting >
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< in my car right in front of her house. I'd been sitting here for almost fifteen minutes. I finally climb out of the car and head up to your door. Knocking twice sharply I wait for you to answer*
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*I step out of one of the exam rooms, looking down at my lab coat covered in blood. Shaking my head I walk down the hallway as I pull off the coat, shoving it into a laundry disposal bag when I get to the nurses station. I scan the familiar faces for @SweetMaddz *
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*pulls out my phone, juggling it in my hand for a moment before pulling up @SweetMaddz number and shooting her a quick text* Hey, what are you doing? Can you be ready in twenty minutes?
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*walks over to the table where @SweetMaddz sits by herself. I stand at the head of the table and sit down a glass of cranberry juice as a peace offering, looking at you hopefully*
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Hey, could I HAVE my @'s please?
*I look down at my jeans and short sleeve buttoned up shirt for the third time before scooping up the flowers in the passenger's seat and make my way up to @SweetMaddz front door. My morning had been busy checking on my mom and dad. I'd worked all night, but I wanted to see >
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< Maddie before heading home. I stopped at my place and took a shower and changed before making my way here. I knocked politely at the door, rocking on my heals and gripping the bouquet of a mix of daisies, tiny roses and large happy gerberas in my hand*
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