Relaxing in my office {OPEN}

[derek james webber]

YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
DEREKWEBBER

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Daylight and another boring day at the asylum. The doctor which was giving a nickname of being 'McDreamy' was due to the fact he love too daydream and often have his head in the clouds. Sometimes the nurses would be wondering why he was in just loving mood. Maybe it's girl the whispers would start to say. But of course Derek kept it a secret and wouldn't tell a soul. His car was very noticeable, being the normal Peugeot. the different is that his was 207cc, turbo diesel with around 200 horsepower making it fast and very impressive for any girl, which wanted to ride with him. Today Derek was careful on what shirt he was wearing, since he examined an old patient who tired too make out with him. Of course this was against the hospital rules and doctor code, so he quickly applied another transfer to Greystown.

Eerie sounds of patients screaming from being manhandled by their doctors. Derek never agreed with this treatment, he believes in talking to the patients, gaining they trust and eventually they would open and respect you. Walking into the hospital and he nodded too few of the staff at the hospital, he was careful on the sex thing he did with Jasey a secret. Since he could lose his license or worst be jailed. Walking onwards more a old patient of his came towards him smiling and Derek shook his hand back, it was really nice to have a patient who was frighten of you and then eventually trust you and respect you. This was proof that his methods was working, and you didn't have to be violent, or use sedatives all the time. Don't get him wrong Derek would inject sedatives if he have too, but it would be as last resort can of thing. Sedatives weren't very nice, and most of the time, the patient would eventually become hooked onto them and relay on them to keep calm, which would cause more harm in their own way.

Rolling his blue crystal eyes as one of the staff which he never got long with, pushed him against the wall and left. Derek pulled himself again and went into his office. His right arm was stinging him now. Taking his normal brown jacket off, he saw his arm was cutted. Not that badly, it was superficial which would heal around three - five days. Grabbing some cotton wool and detrol disfincfint which was coloured brown and was used for household applications as well. You can even bath in it as it was good for your skin. Derek screamed a little as the pain was unbearerable, he may be a doctor but he hated pain. On himself and too patients. Two minutes later the cut have stopped stinging him and bleeding, he grabbed a blue band aid and place it around the cut. It was done and he was able to work now as normal now.

Evening sun was beginning to shine through the window, making the office light and happy, instead of dark and gloomily. Derek would have to wish that his office was somewhere else as this was way too depressing for him and worst still to the patients. He turned the lamp on despite it being just ten o'clock in the morning. Rubbing his eyes as he was very tired. In fact he was up most of the night last night, he couldn't sleep due to the fact he still have flashbacks on what his ex-wife did too him.. Coming back from his daydreaming he placed his lab coat on showing he was on duty now and ready for patients to examine professionally and not the other way.

Keeping an eye on the time he knew his first appointment was around eleven o'clock. There was still thirty minutes before that time comes, so he began to update his patients chart. . Rubbing his blue tired eyes he got back to the paper work which was one of the downside of being a doctor. It was also the most boring part of the job. But it was needed so the medications were right for each patient and the condition was monitored. This way Derek was able to see the patient was ready for release or not, or if he needed to up the dosage etc. Resting his head onto his left hand, he began to fall sleep, seeing he wasn't expecting anyone for thirty minutes, so it was prefect for him to catch up on some sleep, as his shift was going to last forty hours at least.

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•tags• Open
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•word count• 797
•lyrics• DIE TONIGHT, LIVE FOREVER by InnerPartySystem
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !

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[Eden/Elinor Viktoria Casadav]

I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF

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She wasn't sure why she was here. Eden wandered about the halls .She knew what time it was, she knew she was far too early, she knew that she shouldn't be here. She bit her lower lip tasting fresh blood, still pacing. She could feel the pent up energy inside of her. Panic spread in her like wildfire, consuming the walls she built to try to sustain it. Not another panic attack, please not another one.
I can help you.
Please, leave me alone...
Eden paced. she knew it was long before her appointment, well, long before she should be there anyway. But what what else was she to do? She glanced around .The white hospital walls seemed to shrink around her like a cage. A cage that was going to trap her until she coudln't escape. She scratched her skin, feeling it crawl. No, she was already trapped. Trapped in this body that was trying to kill her. A body with ripping seams as two people fought a battle inside of it, a battle that could never have a victor. A battle against herself.
What are you waiting for Eden?
Dont' answer her, just keep biting your bottom lip. There you go.
You know that he's going to want to talk to me, don't you?
You can't control me.
Laughter echoed in a cacophony in Eden's head. She snapped. That was it, seh coudln't take this anymore. She burst into the office, taking only enough time to read the name on the door. Dr. Derek Webber. It was early for her appointment, but she didn't care. She came into the office so fast, she barely had time to register her surroundings. She could see the doctors face, and Elinor's laughter went silent. He was handsome, certainly, and had a friendliness about his features that seemed to draw her in. Is that what doctors were supposed to be good at, drawing you in? Taking you so far away from yourself you can never wander back from what you were? She bit her lip again, drumming her fingers on her hand as if playing the cello that didn't exist.
He's handsome.
She could hear Elinor's whisper in the back of her mind. No, not again. The wildfire of panic was spreading, and with it came Elinor.
"Doctor Webber, appointment, eleven thirty. sharp." She parroted in her indistinguishable Russian accent, licking the fresh blood off of her lip. She cringed at the sound, the awakrdness of it.How easy it woudl be to just let her take over. Sometimes being a backseat driver was easier than deciding where to go. Eden sat down, hoping, desperately for directions.

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[derek james webber]

YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
DEREKJAMESWEBBER

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The day was getting really boring now. Nothing much have happened. The clinic was really quiet and Derek hated when things were quiet. He was in two mind just too get up and walk around the hospital. His eyes were still closed and he began too have a nasty nightmare (which was like a flashback on what happened too his marriage). He was coming back from college in a cold snowy day. A brown jacket was found on the stairs and he was very suspicious now. Soon he went up the stairs and found his wife sleeping with another man whom he never met before. Filled with anger and heartbroken, he ran down the stairs and getting things packed. Then he felt a sharp blade into his right forearm, turning around slightly he saw that it was his wife stabbing him over and over again. Blood was all over the place and he was fighting with pain and her. Kicking her away he managed too get away and that's the last time he saw his ex wife. The dream was still hurtful for Derek and he woken up easily and rubbed his eyes, he haven't been sleeping while, due too these dreams.

The light have faded quickly now and he noticed no new admissions have come towards him today. Until he noticed a woman, and he saw she needed some help and was looking at him like she was checking him out kind of thing. Derek didn't want any flings right now, not after he got into trouble before and it was his own fault. Derek have seen her around the hospital once or twice. He never spoken too her, since he avoids talking to women right now. Normally he would be flirting straight away, but he was he was feeling guilty on whom he slept with last night before coming too work. Rubbing his green eyes again, in fact he yawned loudly. Sorry I had a late night . He apologizes towards her. Often enough he was thinking why he didn't just stick to neuro while he was training at the time. At least he wouldn't have too put up with some of these people. But then again he have saw lot of patients which were abused by staff and he wanted this too stop while he was training here.

So what can I help you with? He asked her as he moved up a little, standing up for moment.His left side by his ribs were really hurting him now. He was attacked by a patient here and had a server beating in the chest, back and legs. His body stance was mostly on left side due too the serve pain on his right ride. You don’t mind me sitting down do you? He was unable too wait for her answer, he sat on the chair. Holding his side with his hand, he was sure there was about three broken ribs, as he have done it before. Slowly reaching into his right pocket he yelled out ow! , his teeth clenched together and his eyes closed tightly, while he gripped onto his side. Around twenty minutes the pain began to subsided. He pulled out stronger painkillers which he was self prescribing for his pains. He wasn’t the type too tell on people, so he was treating himself. The only thing he was unable too do was x-ray, due too the simple reason, he was unable to position and take the picture the same time.

Derek sat back up and while he did he torn two of the stitches out from the kick wound. His chest area was black and blue, he was used too the pain due too the fact his wife kicked the living hell out of him. Small red droplets fell onto the floor where he was sitting. His shirt (which was white) was now coated in his blood, he wanted her too leave so he was able too stitch it back up himself. He had the gauze, anaesthetic vile and needle. Also fresh bandage and structure kit. Looking at her lightly hiding the pain as much as he could. So start talking and tell me the symptoms he spoke in a small Irish accent, placing his right arm on the desk getting really too write down everything she was getting really too say.

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WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE
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•tags• Eden
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•word count• seven three four
•lyrics• DIE TONIGHT, LIVE FOREVER by InnerPartySystem
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !

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[Eden/Elinor Viktoria Casadav]

I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF

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I can go for late nights.
Elinor...
Eden cringed at the uncomfortable strength of her prescence. She was constantly fighting a war, a war she felt she could never win. Elinor was stronger, more dangerous. Eden was just...empty. Broken. She immediately felt nervous, felt the tension in his voice. She shoudln't be here, she was wrong. Suddenly the friendly man of a few moments ago transformed into a monster before her eyes. Someone who was out to trap her, to hurt her. Not to care for her but to treat her like the cancerous appendage of society that she was, and to burn her until she couldn't cause pain anymore. Maybe it would be for the best. After all, the things that she'd done. She was a walking time bomb. A puzzle that was missing pieces with memories that she couldn't remember. That she didn't want to remember.
Suddenly, the image was gone. He was in pain. She watched as he winced, barely able to stand, falilng back into his chair. Guilt consumed her. He was hurting, how could she not care. She traced the scars on her forearm. People underestimated the ability of phsyical pain to weather the soul. There's something about it that causes your emotions to run. She walked closer to him, curiously, like a puppy and its master. Wanting to help, but not smart enough to know quite what was going on. She touched his hand gingerly, and that's when she saw it.
Remember this?
Eden gulped. Blood was beeding on the floor, covering his shirt. Suddenly there was a flash, a flash of memory. Just a scene, a scene painted in red. The smiling face of a girl, lying naked on the floor. Her body broken and mangled and massacred. Blood on her hands. The words Love, Elinor painted on the wall. She backed up, almost ready to cry, to scream. Blood, she coudln't stand the sight of blood. Too many memories. She coudln't shake those blood soaked words out of her mind, just as the scar would always remain on her arm. She backed up intil she touched the wall, hyperventalating.
"Blood."She managed to choak the word out, trying to stifle the screams that fought to rise in her throat.
Let me take care of him, Eden.
Let me make it go away.

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[derek james webber]

DEREKJAMESWEBBER

The patient in front of him was getting freaked out. Derek had no idea why. Why was she afraid of him? He wasn't that frightening was he? Well he hoped not as for the fact he didn't want too be scary for either of the patients here. His method of treatment were be kind and offer a friendship face of course the other doctors didn't like his methods. Some would even debiertaly bumped into him or even pushed him into things. This wasn't the cause of injury right now, this was cause by another patient someone he was in the middle of treating and went crazy on him. He signed and looked at her again and stroked his hair slowly some more look I am fine it's going too be ok. The blood isn't going too hurt you. Don't scream or anything please. I haven't reported it and you would get the blame and I don't want that. I was going too stitch the wound up before I fell sleep. He explained and hope she would grass on him, as she would get the worst end of it and Derek certainly didn't want that for her. In fact he cared about her so much for that.

Slowly he took his ivory shirt off now so his chest was exposed for everyone too see. There was small black eyes along his sternum which was normal for men. His muslces were lot broader and sexy (the reason why all the girls loved him so much). If he turned around you see the scar on his back from being stabbed and almost killed and cost him his career. His left side of his chest was black from the bruisers there was small amount of chance he was bleeding internally but being stubborn he refused to have another doctor touching him. I can treat this myself he though and grabbed a 15cc needle and began to injected the wound inside and outside. You going too be ok. I am fine he smiled as the area was completely numbed he began to stitched the wound himself. It took lot of skill and steady hand, but soon enough he was done and smiled towards her. There it's done, no more blood he applied some indone onto the wound and placed a fresh gauze onto the wound, and then he put on his shirt back on.

Sorry I didn't asked for your name. What can I do for you? He asked as the wound was finally closed temporary, even though he have too see another doctor here or anyone which was able too make the stitches hold tighter. As he would bleed out and it wouldn't be pretty sight at all. I don't want too seem rude but can you please hurry it up, I am not getting any younger he joked slightly at the end and looked at her some more, hoping she wouldn't scream that he was injured. The last thing he needed was a lecture about protocol too follow while a patient attacked a staff member.

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*WORDCOUNT* ::: five.two.seven
*TAGGED* ::: eden/elinor
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