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#but anyways the short of it is is that your lis are jackie bryce rafael and zaid
nosfearatus · 3 years
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So I've been thinking through the rewrite I had in mind for open heart and I've decided to put it together chapter by chapter. I might make it into some kind of fanfiction later, but for now I just want to get the outline down.
Chapter 1: Of Dolphins and Sharks
You are an emergency medicine intern at Boston's premier teaching hospital, Edenbrook. The emergency thorectomy occurs as in the original but when the nurses dreamily sigh over Ethan Ramsey, MC asks if that name's supposed to mean something to them, which starts off the running joke of people asking if MC practiced medicine in the woods, which, no, MC just doesn't care to keep up with these doctors outside of any research they've done. MC heads to get changed and encounters Bryce, a neurosurgical intern, and Jackie, an infectious disease intern, mostly sticking to the original, and they all head to the atrium together for orientation. MC is unfamiliar with Harper Emery, but Bryce mentions one of her more famous contributions to a medical journal and MC recognizes her by that.
Then MC meets their senior resident, Zaid Mirani, he's a bit of a jerk but it's easy to read that he genuinely cares about his interns. Throughout the day MC also meets several other doctors when helping emergency patients settle into other wings of the hospital. Sienna is the intern responsible for a kid in the pediatrics wing that MC helped reduce a fracture on and MC immediately notices how kind and warm Sienna is. Elijah is an oncology intern that MC meets when the two of them get lost and are both conveniently looking for the same cancer patient, who is typically an outpatient but was admitted after getting violently ill at work and was brought into the emergency room by handsome and kind paramedic Rafael Aveiro. Landry is a pathology intern who MC meets when running some blood samples from a patient to the lab and he mentions how he looks up to Ethan Ramsey, while MC offhandedly mentions that maybe meeting your heroes isn't a good thing, Ramsey enters the lab and acknowledges MC but not Landry, a fact that awes Landry and makes MC uncomfortable.
The gem scene in chapter 1 is a 15 gem scene where you can just hang out with your new friend group in the cafeteria at lunch and get to know each of them better and learn why they became doctors. You also realize that you guys are really good as friends and decide to move in together, this unlocks the penthouse apartment because you guys jump on it ASAP. It's sweet and friendly while also providing the premium housing without having to resort to underhanded tactics or selling your friend's services. Immediately after lunch MC is getting some menial filing done when the ER is suddenly thrown into pandemonium as a scuffle erupts. Chapter ends.
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zigtheeortega · 4 years
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“look up the sun it's just a cloud away”
pairing: rafael x mc
word count: 1,946
song inspiration: get it over with - rihanna
tags: @bloodxbound​ ; @messofakind​ ; @dadrianraines​ ; @zadiechoi​
author’s note: chapter 2 wrecked me! i thought the ethan angst was a lot, but this raf angst has so much potential so i had to write about it. i know a lot of people think raf is acting ooc, and people are shitting on sora, so i thought i’d write angst but with no animosity between the three of them. i genuinely think raf is gonna be torn. anyways, hope this does raf justice! title inspired by the rihanna lyric. also sry if this is messy since its like 24 hours post raf-erasure!
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She stared at the green bomber jacket in her hands, fighting the tension in her throat. The subway shook slightly, masking the trembling of her hands. She dug her fingernails into the fabric to steady herself.
The brakes screeched, and she stood up, feeling dazed. She ambled out onto the pavement, taking in the familiar surroundings.
She had just gotten used to taking the subway to Raf’s house after work, savoring the short hours they spent together between shifts and the long, lazy Saturdays in bed.
The rushed, clumsy intimacy was what connected them in the first place. A soft kiss here, a sweet remark there. And when they had the time, utilizing every second to memorize each other’s bodies. 
She’d been through hell with Rafael. She almost lost him. She’d been selfishly fooling around with other people, even her boss, keeping it as no-strings-attached as she could.
But the minute that she’d laid eyes on him in the stretcher, bloodied and battered from risking his life to rescue others, she completely and fully committed to him.
Everything had been so easy after she’d beaten the case against her. Life was a steady routine of balancing work, studying, spending time with her roommates, and being with Raf.
They worked together like a well-oiled machine, not being too clingy, but stealing moments with each other and cherishing their days off.
When Sora got back in contact with him, however, a wrench was thrown in, and Raf wasn’t the same anymore.
She had been trudging through the slushy snow, reminiscing, so she hadn’t noticed her teeth clacking from the cold. She’d barely managed to get herself dressed, much less remembered to bundle up.
She slipped on Rafael’s jacket, his scent wafting up as she zipped it up to her neck. She was so close to breaking, but the hardest was yet to come.
He was so excited to have Sora back. When his grandmother told them Sora had moved back for good, his face lit up like she’d never seen before. She pushed away her gut feeling, not willing to put her instinct at a higher priority than Raf’s happiness.
So when they started spending time together without her, she knew what was coming. She tried to make time for him, but she had so much to do to prepare for her switch from intern to the Diagnostics Team.
Maybe that’s when it all fell through the cracks, she thought to herself, hugging her arms around her waist, ice sloshing on her sneakers.
She thought she’d fully committed to him, but her job got in the way as usual, and she lost him. She had no one to blame but herself. Sora stepped in when she couldn’t.
She didn’t feel any anger or jealousy towards Sora, because she knew that they had something that her and Raf could never have.
How could she compete with someone that had known him practically all his life? Someone that watched him grow, and grew alongside him?
She was his first girlfriend, his first kiss, his first love. No matter what memories they made together, she could never take away from that.
She turned the corner onto his street, spotting his house towards the end. Her heart raced, dread and hope fusing together in her stomach.
She couldn’t get over the look in his eyes the first time he saw Sora. She tried to pretend like it wasn’t there, but his eyes twinkled in a way they never had when he looked at her.
She couldn’t blame him. They’d been together for a couple of months, but Sora and him had years of history.
The pain in her chest grew as she stumbled down the icy sidewalk, closer and closer to his porch.
She had invested so much of herself in him, but it wasn’t enough. Maybe things weren’t as easy as she thought.
She couldn’t blame him for going with the easier option. She just wished she had that possibility for herself.
She could crawl back to Bryce after cutting off their hookups, but it wouldn’t feel right.
She could try it on with Ethan again, but she couldn’t handle the rejection.
She knew Jackie was interested, but they’d become such good friends she couldn’t jeopardize that.
She was alone.
She pushed through his rusty metal gate and lumbered through the icy muddy grass to his aged wooden porch. The smell of roasting meat and spices floated through the air, making her stomach growl.
It reminded her of the time Rafael invited her to his unofficial family reunion, and she tried making a traditional dish, which she failed miserably at, so she had to settle for Sienna’s cupcakes.
She felt so warm, so complete when she was surrounded by the Aveiro’s. She felt at home.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she opened up the screen door and rapped her knuckles on the door a couple of times.
She breathed deeply to calm her pulse, watching the puffs of air manifest and disappear in front of her. 
The door creaked open, and there Sora stood, wearing a large graphic tee that had the Superman logo on the front.
The shirt she’d gotten for him after he’d gotten out of the hospital. An inside joke between them.
The hem of the shirt hung at the mid-point of her thighs, no shorts in sight. Sora looked winded, her face flushed, eyes wild, and she could tell that they’d been… busy.
“Hi, Spencer! Sorry it took me a second to answer the door,” she breathed, her face red, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
“No, it’s okay. I’m the one that should be apologizing. I should’ve asked first,” she said, and her eyes flitted to the hallway behind her, seeing Rafael emerge in sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
“Hey, Spencer. It’s good to see you,” he smiled, his face nothing but friendly and inviting.
He had no idea just how much he’d hurt her. And she would never tell him. Even if she couldn’t be what he needed, she wanted to be in his life in any capacity.
“Hey, Raf,” she said, waving awkwardly as he draped his arm around Sora’s shoulders. “I was just dropping your jacket off.”
She realized she still had it on, and hastily stripped it off, clumsily folding it and offering it to him. “Sorry, I forgot I was wearing it.”
Goosebumps raised under the thin fabric of her jacket, and her teeth chattered. “You wanna stay for lunch? It’ll be done soon,” Sora asked, gesturing towards the kitchen. “We’re definitely gonna have leftovers.”
“No, no thank you. I just wanted to drop this off. I have a shift tonight,” she lied. It was her day off. One of the first in weeks. She’d been taking every shift she could because she couldn’t bear a Saturday without Rafael.
Raf stepped out onto the porch towards her. “Could you watch the stove? I’ll be inside in a few minutes.”
She got the message, and hastily headed inside, pushing the front door almost closed to give them some privacy.
“Are you okay, really? You look exhausted,” he searched her eyes, his brows furrowed in concern.
“I’m definitely tired, but I’m okay,” she smiled, knowing the purple rings under her eyes corroborated her story.
“I’m sorry I haven’t reached out in a while. I didn’t know if you needed space,” he said, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “It’d be selfish of me to think we could all get along perfectly right away.”
“I honestly don’t feel awkward around you two anymore. It was weird at first knowing we’ve both been with you, but I’m okay now. Really,” she said, reaching out to touch his arm.
He shivered, his skin covered in goosebumps. “I’m sorry I ever put you in that position, Spencer.”
“Raf, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” Her throat burned with the weight of those words, but she pushed the feelings of loss away, determined to be strong for him.
“You’re so sweet and understanding. I never deserved you,” he said under his breath, the corner of his mouth upturned.
“I never deserved you,” she mirrored his words, her heart twinging in her chest.
“You know, I think I always liked this better on you,” he said, unfurling the fabric and draping it over her shoulders. “Plus you’re freezing. You need to take better care of yourself.” He rubbed his hands against her arms to warm her up.
He looked into her eyes, and she saw a spark of something in his deep brown irises. Maybe it was love, or adoration, or compassion, but whatever it was, gave Spencer a sense of security. 
Raf might not be in love with me, she thought. But he has love for me, and that’s all that matters.
Her muscle memory kicked in, and before she knew it, she’d leaned in to press a soft kiss on his lips. She felt his body stiffen, but he didn’t pull back.
He squeezed her arms softly, and melted into the kiss.
It was over before she knew it.
“Spencer… I…” he trailed off, obviously struggling with his words. “I’ve known her all my life… She’s so familiar to me,” he shook his head.
“It’s okay. I know you love her,” she nodded, touching his cheek softly.
“You’re not upset?”
“Of course not. She makes you happy, and I’d never get in the way of that,” she said confidently, completely betraying the emotions swirling through her head.
“I really couldn’t ask for a better best friend,” he grinned, kissing her cheek. “Whenever you’re up to it, I’d love for all three of us to hang out.”
Her heart panged in her chest. “I’d love that.” She felt tears prick her eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked cautiously, his smile faltering.
“Yeah, of course I am. You’ve been way too nice about it anyways. I kind of wish you’d have been mean to me or something so I’d have a reason to be mad at you. It’s easier to hate an ex than love them you know?” she laughed, and it sounded off.
“Spencer…” He reached out to her, running his fingers along her knuckles. “I can’t just turn off these feelings for her… or for you. I still love you… and her. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. Neither of you are better than the other… I just –”
He cut off, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how to say it right. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and push you away.”
The tears clouded her vision, and she wiped them quickly with the back of her hand, trying to plaster a determined look on her face. “No, I get it.”
“Please don’t cry,” he pleaded, looking tormented. “You deserve an explanation, but I can’t explain it.”
“It’s okay. I know what you’re trying to say, and I know you’d never intentionally hurt me.” She leaned in to kiss his cheek, and he wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a warm, comforting hug.
She pulled away and headed towards the stairs, waving. “I’ll see you around.” She turned back.  “You’ll always be my Superman though, right?”
“As long as you’re my Lois,” he whispered, just low enough for the two of them to hear.
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