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taejinpurple-blog · 6 years

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ARTISTIC BEAUTY OF LOVE- CHAPTER 5

Fluffy Romantic Story about two guys who became friends and blossomed into something more.

*Mature Scenes later on.*

Trigger Warning: Speaks about sexual abuse in later chapters.

I did my best with editing. Sorry in advance if there are any mistakes. But I really tried to make sure there were not many. Please enjoy

Previous Chapter: https://hopeless-taejinstan.tumblr.com/post/172385244085/artistic-beauty-of-love-chapter-4

Grandpa sat down in front of everyone holding a house meeting.

“Usually before in the previous years I would stay home but my daughter has begged me to come and visit the family this year so I’ll be gone both Thanksgiving and Christmas break. You all are welcome to stay here. Taehyungie, I’m sure you’ll be going home because your mother wants to see you but you’re more than welcome to come with me as well.”

“Thank you, Grandpa.” He smiled.

“Where are you guys all going?” Ken asked eating a mango slice.

“I’ll be home, my parents keep bugging me,” Sandeul said while eating ice cream.

“I’m going home too.” Hoseok stretched his body. “I wanna meet up with my high school friends and do some dance videos.”

“Make sure to send to us,” Namjoon said. “your dancing is cool.”

Hoseok gave a thumbs up. “You going home too Joonie?”

“Yup. Yoongi Hyung?”

“My family and I are gonna take a trip somewhere.”

“Make sure to take pictures.” Jin smiled while leaning on the back of Taehyung’s chair.

“I will. Jin Hyung, are you going home?”

“Yeah, my sister-in-law just had a baby that I knew nothing about so I gotta see my new niece.”

“Aw!” Tae smiled.

“What about you TaeTae?” Ken asked. “You going home or going with Grandpa?”

“I’m going home.” He said forcing a smile on his face. Jin looked at him but remained silent.

~~~~*~~~~

Later that night Tae went outside to the backyard. He sat on the porch swing and called his mom.

“Tae, I miss you so much! I wish you were coming.”

“I know me too Mom but I need to take these classes.”

“I understand …I’m glad that you’re working so hard. Please make sure you eat Thanksgiving dinner somewhere.”

“I will, the school is throwing a Thanksgiving dinner for those who don’t go home so I’ll attend.”

“Okay, that makes me feel better. I’ll talk to you later honey, I gotta start dinner.”

“Okay, I love you Mom and send Jihun my love.”

“I will tell him.” They hung up and Tae sighed deeply. He shut his eyes while leaning his head back.

He really did miss his mother and brother. He really did want to go home …but he didn’t have the courage. He removed his glasses and wiped the tears that threatened to fall. He placed his glasses back on and slapped his thighs.

“I gotta be strong.”

~~~~*~~~~

Tae waved as the guys left. Jin walked downstairs with a small bag in his hand. He saw Tae walk into the kitchen and he followed him out of curiosity.

He saw him sit down at the table with snacks and his sketchpad.

“When are you leaving?”

Tae looked at him. “About five.”

“Why so late?”

He shrugged. “I like to take my time.”

“Okay, call me when you reach home, so I know you got there safely.”

“You got it Hyung.”

“Bye and enjoy your vacation.”

“You too and have a safe trip.”

Jin smiled and left the house. Tae sighed deeply looking out the window. He ate his snacks and decided to take a nap.

~~~~*~~~~

Jin closed his gas tank and hopped in the car. He turned the music up and adjusted the visor mirror. He saw a text from Miyeon, he told her he would call her when he got home.

He wondered if Tae got the bus terminal safely, something about him traveling alone made him nervous.

He shook his head and told himself not to worry but something about his strained smile made him worry. He pushed the thought aside and drove off.

~~~~*~~~~

Jin walked through the front door looking around the dark house. He laughed to himself.

“There’s no way, he would stay here by himself especially when he could’ve gone with Grandpa. I need to stop worrying so much.”

He leaned against the stairs banister and called his cell phone. He froze when he heard it ringing from upstairs. He went upstairs.

“Ah, I bet he left his phone behind, this guy.” He sighed deeply and opened Tae’s room door. He froze when he saw Tae sleeping on the bed. He knew it! “Taehyung.” He walked over to him and shook his shoulder.

Tae bolted from his sleep and crawled to the nearest corner of his bed while covering his head.

“Stop!” he cried. Jin paused for a moment. He then climbed on the bed and grabbed his shoulders. “Please stop! Please stop! I can’t take it anymore please!” His voice was hoarse and defeated.

“Tae! It’s me Jin!” he yelled out and Tae slowly from his arms from his head and looked around. He saw he was in his grandfather’s house. He covered his face and broke down sobbing. Without a second thought, Jin reached out hugging him.

“Hyung, I’m scared to be alone.” He sobbed.

“So why are you here? Why did you lie about going back home?”

“I didn’t want anyone worrying about me, you all seemed really happy about going home.”

“You could’ve gone with Grandpa; didn’t he offer you?”

He hugged his knees. “My father’s side of the family doesn’t like my mom, me or my brother. They felt my mom wasn’t good enough for my father, so I didn’t want to go to that.” He removed his glasses and wiped his tears.

Jin stared at him and sighed.

“Pack three days’ worth of clothes.” Tae tilted his head. “I’m taking you with me so move your ass and hurry up.”

“Yes!” Tae jumped off the bed and ran to his closet. Jin walked out the room and looked down at hands that were trembling. The way he screamed out and fought him made me beyond worried.

Jin shook his head. This was Tae he was talking about, maybe he was having a dream about being an anime. He nodded his head and decided to go with that even though his gut told him otherwise.

~~~~*~~~~

Jin glanced at Tae and saw his eyes glued to the window. Every time he saw something interesting he would shout out ooh! Aah!

It made him feel like he was in the car with his nephew and niece.

“Hyung, have you called Miyeon Noona?”

Jin shrugged. “I messaged her when I was at the gas station but not since then. We just started dating so I don’t wanna badger her with calls.”

“Have you two done it yet?” Tae asked and Jin’s choked on his salvia for a moment before regaining his composure.

“Why are you asking that suddenly?!”

Tae laughed. “I was just kidding. Is it alright for you to bring me to your family’s house?” Taehyung asked.

“Why not?” Jin shrugged.

“Well, Miyeon Noona should’ve came not me.”

“As I said before Miyeon and I just started dating so I’m not going to bring her to meet my family just yet.” He said.

Tae nodded and looked out the window.

“Jin Hyung, would you say that we’re close?” Tae looked at him. Jin looked at him for a moment before looking back at the rode.

“Yeah …I would say that we’re close,” he said.

Taehyung gave a big box smile before looking out the window. After that, they both fell silent and enjoyed the car ride and each other’s company.

Until Jin asked. “Do you like Girl’s Generation?”

Tae looked at him. “Are you kidding me? YES! I Love it!”

“Then let’s enjoy the ride.” Jin turned up the music and they sang out loud.

~~~~*~~~~

Taeh slowly opened his eyes and saw Jin pulling up to a mini-mansion. He rubbed his eyes and gasped as Jin pulled into the crescent driveway.

“Whose house is this?”

“My brother’s.” He said getting out the car. Tae got out the car zipping up his coat. He went into the back seat grabbing his small duffle bag and followed Jin to the door.

He rang the doorbell.

Tae couldn’t contain his excitement, he had never a house this big in person.

The door opened and a petite woman in both size and height.

“Jin-nie!” She threw her arms around him pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Chunhei Noona, how are you? Should you be up already? Didn’t you just have a baby?”

“Yeah, I just got home today but this is my third child so I’m fine.” She then looked at Tae. “Oh, hello.”

“Hi, good evening.” He gave a polite bow.

“What is your name?”

“My name is Taehyung, it’s nice to meet you Chunhei Noona.” He greeted with a big smile. She stared at him for a moment making Jin tilt his head. She then hugged the younger male.

“Aw he’s so cute! I just love him!” She exclaimed making Taeh giggle. Jin pulled Tae back from his sister-in-law.

“Be wary of her she loves cute things and will smother them.”

Chunhei laughed out. “Oh stop it, I’m not that bad! Come in, guys.”

Tae’s mouth dropped. He had to wonder if this was a home or an art gallery. His eyes concentrated on all the vibrant paintings on the wall.

Jin’s mother walked into the main hallway holding a tiny baby in her arms. She looked at Tae before looking at her son.

“Oh Jin, who is your friend?”

“This is-”

Tae gave a deep bow. “Hello I’m Taehyung and I’m Jin Hyung’s dongsaeng.”

Jin cleared his throat trying to hide the blush that came to his cheeks.

Mihi smiled softly. “Well aren’t you just sweet.”

“He’s too cute isn’t he?!” Chunhei exclaimed.

“Yes, he is. I’m Mihi, Jin’s mother. It’s a pleasure to meet you and have you stay with us for Thanksgiving. I hope you enjoy yourself.”

“Thank you for letting me stay.” He bowed again. Tae couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Jin’s mother was. He could see Jin resembled her.

Two tall men and two small children walked into the foyer.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long to come into the den.” The older man of the two said. He then looked at Tae.

“Oh hello, Jin you brought a friend home?”

“Hello, my name is Taehyung and I’m Jin Hyung’s dongsaeng.” He said proudly while bowing deeply. Jin rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks heated up.

“It’s nice to meet you Taehyung. I’m Jin’s father Haneul and this is my oldest son Youngsoo and his children Kyu and Eunae.”

Youngsoo gave a bow as did Taehyung. He then smiled at the little boy and girl, he was eager to play with them. He just loved children.

“And this is the new addition to our family Minjee-Ah.” Mihi showed him the baby and he smiled widely.

“Aw, she’s beautiful just like her mother.” Tae looked at Chunhei who just melted.

“You’re about to my dongsaeng as well, keep it up.”

They all laughed. Tae then looked at Jin’s family and gasped. It was no wonder why he was beautiful, he came from a gorgeous family. His eyes almost hurt from the visuals.

“Such a beautiful family.” He whispered with a glint in his eyes and Jin looked at him. “You all are very beautiful …would it trouble you if I draw-”

Jin quickly clasped his hand over Tae’s mouth.

“Taehyung is an art major and he was curious about drawing the house.”

Tae looked at him before nodding.

“Taehyung, you’re so quirky but I love it.” Chunhei giggled. “Jin-nie, why not show Taehyung to one of the guest rooms. Since the house is so big, use one of the rooms that connect. He may feel more comfortable to know that you’re close to him.”

“Okay, come on my precious dongsaeng.” Jin said shooting him a look that said don’t think about asking that question.

Tae smiled and bowed to them once more before following Jin. Youngsoo tilted his head for a moment before chuckling to himself.

~~~~*~~~~

Later that night Jin sat on the bed talking to Miyeon.

“I told my parents about you and they said next holiday break you should come and visit,” Miyeon said while sitting on her bed.

“That sounds nice, I told my parents about you too so maybe when the semester ends you can come visit my family.”

“I like that idea.” She giggled. “What are you doing now?”

“Sitting in my room flicking through channels.”

“Oh yeah, you said your sister-in-law just had a baby right? What’s her name?”

“Minjee.”

“Aww too cute. Please take a picture of your nieces and nephew, I wanna see them.”

“If they can hold still long enough. Minjee won’t be a problem but the other two are always on a sugar rush. I don’t know how to handle them sometimes.” He shook his head as she laughed.

“That’s alright, I just wanna see them. I love children.”

“That’ll be my Thanksgiving present to you.” He teased making her laugh.

“You’re too cute.” They laughed before going silent. “I have to help my mom prepare dinner but give me a call tomorrow if you have time.”

“Okay, I will.”

“Bye.”

“Later.” He hung up sighing deeply.

If it wasn’t for Tae, he doubted that he would have ever worked up the nerve to talk to her let alone date her. Even though Tae gave him a lot of grief he also gave him courage in a strange way.

~~~~*~~~~

Tae sat at the vanity in the room. He turned on the light and sighed deeply staring at himself. All he saw was an ugly person. Looking at Jin’s family he wouldn’t feel right wearing overalls to dinner tomorrow.

He sighed deeply again tightening his fists, but he didn’t know what else to do. He could never go back to that time when he dressed nice. Those days were over for him. He removed his glasses wiping the tears from his eyes. He wanted to be with his mother and brother so bad.

His stomach growled. He forgot that they ate almost four hours ago. He figured maybe he could ask Jin to get a snack with him. He walked over to Jin’s door but before knocking he heard him talking to Miyeon. He lowered his hand and walked out the room. Maybe he could find it himself.

“Taehyung?”

He turned around and saw Mihi walking over to him. “What’s wrong honey, is everything okay? Do you need something?”

Taehyung bowed his head to her before speaking. “I um …” his stomach then rumbled and his face flushed red. She giggled.

“Are you hungry? You should’ve said so sooner, don’t be shy. I love feeding people, come on.” She took his hand and led him to the kitchen. He saw Chunhei sitting with the baby rocking her to sleep.

“Hi Taehyung.”

“Hi.”

“Poor thing was hungry. Jin didn’t even ask him if he wanted something to eat or not.”

“That’s so Jin.” Chunhei laughed.

“I made chicken soup last night for dinner would you like that?” Mihi asked.

“Homemade?” The older woman nodded and he gasped. “I would love some please.”

“Have a seat.”

He sat down across from Chunhei who looked at him. “Your bangs are so long, do you normally hide your face?”

“Ah yeah, my face isn’t anything special to look at.”

“Let me see.” She placed the baby in the bassinet before removing his glasses and pushing his bangs out the way. He furrowed his eyebrows when her eyes went wide. “Whoa, your face is gorgeous. Mom look at him!”

Mihi smiled. “You’re very handsome Taehyung.”

His face turned a bright red as he moved back from Chunhei and placed his glasses back on.

“You have such a deep voice for your baby face.” She giggled making him laugh.

“I get that a lot.”

“What type of clothes did you bring with you?” Chunhei asked.

“I only wear overalls.” He said sheepishly.

“Mom is there any spare clothes from the fashion show?”

“There should be.”

“Can I give you a makeover?”

“Chunhei …” Mihi began but Tae smiled.

“Really? It won’t take a miracle to make me over”

Chunhei scoffed. “Not even in the least! I’m a stylist so I know what will be perfect for you. Leave it all to Noona.”

Mihi smiled while placing a bowl in front of him. “Eat up.”

“Thank you.”

Tae smiled happily while eating, even though he wasn’t with mom and brother. Jin’s family made him feel so welcome he almost felt at home and it almost brought tears to his eyes.

~~~~*~~~~

Jin opened his eyes from the soft knock coming from the door. He got out the bed and opened the door. He saw Tae looking down at the floor.

“Taehyung, what’s wrong?”

“I had a bad dream …” he whispered.

Jin thought earlier in the evening and his heart constricted. “Do you wanna sleep in my bed?”

Tae’s head shot up. “Is it okay?”

“Come on.” Jin patted his back and Tae got in the bed as Jin got in from the other side. Their backs faced each other. Tae inhaled the scent of Jin that made his nerves feel at ease before drifting off to sleep.

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stilinskiimagines · 7 years

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Grey's Anatomy//Teen Wolf AU - Part 2

Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey, Alan Deaton, Vernon Boyd, Braeden, Reader.

Stiles was about to go into surgery. It was a routine surgery, a simple appendectomy, but all that mattered was that he was the first intern to go into surgery. You were all gathered in the gallery to watch.

You heard people whispering, making fun of him. “Ten bucks says he messes up the McBird.”

“Twenty says he cries.“ Kira nods.

“I’ll put twenty on a total meltdown.” Someone in the back says.

“Fifty says he pulls the whole thing off.” You say. Everyone looks at you, silent. “That’s one of us down there. The first one of us. Where’s your loyalty?” Everyone stays quiet a bit longer.

“Seventy-five says he can’t even ID the appendix.” Kira blurts out. You sigh.

“I’ll take that action.” Lydia nods and everyone mutters in agreement.

You watch as he grabs the scalpel from the scrub nurse, the scrub cap on his head is a bit too big, it makes him look like a little boy. Everyone cheers and Boyd motions from the OR for everyone to shut up.

“That Boyd…he’s trouble.” Kira grins and everyone laughs.

You glance at the camera, listening to Stiles and Boyd. “Damn, he got the peritoneum and he opened him up.” Someone says.

“I told you he’d pull it off.” You mutter.

“Scalpel.” Stiles sticks his hand out.

“Scalpel.” The nurse repeats and hands it to him.

“Appendix is out.” Stiles takes it out and sits it on the tray, inciting cheers.

“Now all you have to do is invert the stump into the secum and simultaneously pull up on the purse-strings but be careful not to..” There’s a ripping sound. “break them.” Boyd groans. “He ripped the secum. Got a bleeder. You’re filling with stool, what do you do now?”

“Uh…” Stiles looks panicked. “Uh…”

“Think. You start the suction, you start digging for those purse-strings before she bleeds to death. Get him a clamp.”

“BP’s dropping.” A nurse states.

Kira sits forward in her seat, “He’s choking.”

“Come on, Stiles.” You stare intently at the screen.

“Today. Pull your balls out of your back pocket, let’s go. What are you waiting for? Suction.” Boyd is becoming impatient.

The monitor begins to beep. “Getting too low, folks.” A nurse says.

“Get out of the way.” Boyd pushes Stiles back. “Pansy-ass idiot. Get him out of here. Suction. Clamp.”

“007.” An intern behind you mutters. You turn to look at him, he has curls falling in his face and he’s sitting in his chair like he’s at his mom’s house.

“007. Yep. He’s a total 007.” Another intern says.

“What’s 007?” Lydia asks.

“Licensed to kill.” You mumble.

You’re sitting in the spare beds in the hallway. “007. They’re calling me 007, aren’t they?” Stiles sighs.

“No one’s calling you 007.” You and Lydia say in unison.

“I was on the elevator and Murphy whispered 007.” Stiles pouts.

“Oh, how many times do we have to go through this, Stiles? Five? Ten? Give me a number or else I’m going to hit you.” Kira groans.

“He wasn’t talking about you.” Lydia nods.

“You sure?” Stiles looks over at her.

“Would we lie to you?” You raise an eyebrow.

Stiles is quiet for a moment, “Yes.”

“007 is a state of mind.” Kira shrugs.

“Says the girl who finished top of her class at Stanford.” Stiles shakes his head. “Maybe I should’ve gone into geriatrics. No one minds when you kill an old person.” He lets his head fall onto the wall.

“Surgery is hot, it’s the Marines, it’s the macho, it’s hostile, it’s hardcore. Geriatrics is for freaks who live with their mothers and never have sex.” Kira shrugs.

“I’ve got to get my own place.” Stiles sighs.

“4B’s got post-op pneumonia. Let’s start antibiotics.” You hear the intern that started 007 say.

“Are you sure that’s the right diagnosis?” The nurse asks.

“Well I don’t know, I’m only an intern. Here’s an idea, why don’t you go spend four years in med school and let me know if it’s the right diagnosis. She’s short of breath, she’s got fever, she’s post-op. Start the antibiotics.” He walks over to you. “God I hate nurses. I’m Isaac. I’m with Jeremy, you’re with the Nazi, right?”

You glance up at him, “She may not have pneumonia, you know. She could be splinting, or have a PE.”

He scoffs, “Like I said, I hate nurses.”

“What did you just say? Did you just call me a nurse?” You cross your arms.

He shrugs, “If the white cap fits…”

Your pager goes off and you begin to walk away.

“She seeing anybody?” Isaac leans over to Stiles.

“I don’t know.” Stiles shrugs.

Isaac whistles, “She’s hot.”

“I’m friends with her. I mean, kinda friends, I mean…not, you know, actually friends. Not exactly, but we’re tight. We hang out. I mean really only today-”

“Dude.” Isaac interrupts.

“But-” Stiles starts again.

“Dude. Stop talking.” Isaac shakes his head.

You walk into the room, your patient was on the bed, seizing. “What took you so long?” A nurse asks.

“She’s having multiple grand mal seizures, now how do you want to proceed? Dr. Y/L/N? Are you listening to me? She’s got Diazepam, 2 milligrams of Diazepam, I just gave her a second ago, Dr. Y/L/N, you need to tell us what you want to do. Dr. Y/L/N!” Another nurse shouts.

You’re panicked, you don’t know what to do. “Okay, she’s full on Prazepam?” You pick up her chart.

“She’s had 4 milligrams.” A nurse answers.

“Did you page Dr. Bailey and Dr. McCall?”

“The Prazepam’s not working.” A nurse says.

“Phenobarbital. Load her with Phenobarbital.” You nod.

“Pheno’s in.”

“No change.” A third nurse says.

“You paged Dr. McCall?” You ask.

“I just told you.”

“Well, page him again! Stat!”

“What do you want to do? Dr. Y/L/N, you need to tell us what you want to do!” A nurse looks at you. The monitor beeps. “Heart’s stopped!”

“Code blue, code blue! Code blue, code blue!” They pull out the defibrillators.

You take them, suddenly feeling in control. “Charge pulse of 200.” You yell.

“Charged. 200.”

You defib.

“Still defib. Nothing.” A nurse tells you. “Charging. 19 seconds.”

“Charge to 300.” You order.

“300. Anything? 27 seconds.”

“Charge to 360.” You defib again. Nothing. “Come on, Katie.” You mutter.

“49 seconds..” A nurse alerts you. “At 60 seconds you’re supposed to admit her…”

“Charge again!” You defib and her blood pressure registers.

“I see sinus rhythm. BP’s coming up.”

Scott runs in, “What the hell happened?”

“She had a seizure and-” You start.

“A seizure?” He repeats.

“Her heart stopped.”

“You were supposed to be monitoring her.” Scott sighs.

“I checked on her and she-”

“I got it. Just…just..go. Someone give me her chart, please.” He waves you out of the room and you leave.

You approach Bailey, “You get a 911, you page me immediately, not in the five minutes it takes you to get to the emergency…immediately, you are on my team and if somebody dies it’s my ass.” You walk past her. “You hear me, Y/L/N?”

“Y/N?” Kira raises an eyebrow.

You walk past her and she follows you out the front hospital doors, it’s pouring rain. You throw up in the grass. You stand up and sigh before walking back in. “If you tell anyone about this, ever…” You threaten her.

You find her later in the skills lab. “What are you doing?”

“I’m suturing a banana, in the vain hope it keeps my brain awake.”

Stiles laughs.

“What are you laughing at, 007?” She glares at him.

Stiles returns the glare, “You know what? I don’t care. I comforted a family today and I get to hang out in the OR. All is well.”

All of the interns are packed in a small room. Scott walks in and looks at everyone. “Well good morning. I’m going to do something pretty rare for a surgeon, I’m going to ask interns for help. I’ve got this kid, Katie Bryce. Right now, she’s a mystery. She doesn’t respond to her meds. Labs are clean, scans are pure, but she’s having seizures. Grand mal seizures with no visible cause. She’s a ticking clock. She’s going to die, if I don’t make a diagnosis. Which is where you come in. I can’t do it alone. I need your extra minds, extra eyes, I need you to play detective, I need you to find out why Katie is having seizures. I know you’re tired, you’re busy, you’ve got more work than you could possibly handle. I understand. So, I’m going to give you an incentive. Whoever finds the answer rides with me. Katie needs surgery. You get to do what no interns get to do. Scrub in to assist on an advanced procedure. Dr. Bailey’s going to hand you Katie’s chart. The clock is ticking fast, people. If we’re going to save Katie’s life, we have to do it soon.”

Everyone grabs a copy of the chart and runs out the door.

“Look, give the antibiotics time to work.” Isaac crosses his arms.

“The antibiotics should’ve worked by now.” The nurse argues.

Isaac sighs, “She’s old. She’s freaking ancient. She’s lucky she’s still breathing. Now, I’ve got a shot to scrub in downstairs with a patient who wasn’t alive during the civil war. Don’t page me again.” He walks away and Kira approaches you.

“Hey, I want in on McCall’s surgery. You’ve been the intern on Katie since the start. You want to work together? We find the answer we have a fifty-fifty shot of scrubbing in.”

“I’ll work with you, but I don’t want in on the surgery. You can have it.” You nod.

Kira looks taken aback, “Are you kidding me? It’s the biggest opportunity any intern will ever get.”

“I don’t want to spend any more time with McCall than I have to.” You shake your head.

She raises an eyebrow, “What do you have against McCall?”

“If we find the answer, the surgery’s yours. Do you want to work together or not?” You avoid her question. She grins and nods her head.

“Well, she doesn’t have anoxia, chronic renal failure, or acidosis. It’s not a tumor because her CT’s clean. Are you seriously not going to tell me why you won’t work with McCall?” Kira’s sitting in the library with you.

“No. what about infection?” You glance at a book.

“No. There’s no white count. She has no ceteal lesions, no fevers, nothing in her spinal tap…” She sighs. “Just tell me.”

You close the book and look up at her, “You can’t make a face, comment, or react in anyway. We had sex.”

Kira opens her mouth and closes it, “…what about an aneurysm?”

You shake your head, “No blood on the CT, and no headaches.”

“Okay..there’s no drug use, uh..no pregnancy, no trauma…was he good? I mean, he looks like he would be…was it any good?”

You don’t answer her question, “What are the answers? What if no one comes up with anything?” You groan.

“You mean if she dies?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“This is going to sound really bad, but I really wanted that surgery.” Kira sighs.

“She’s just never going to get the chance to turn into a person. The sum total of her existence will be almost winning Miss Teen whatever. You know what her pageant talent is?” You ask Kira.

“They have talent?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Rhythmic gymnastics.” You deadpan and you both laugh.

“Oh, come on.” Kira shakes her head.

“What is rhythmic gymnastics? I don’t know…I can’t even say it, I don’t know what it is.” You laugh.

“Isn’t it like something with a ball, and a-” You go still and Kira stops talking. “…what? Y/N, what?”

“Get up! Come on!” You jump up. The both run out of the library. You walk by the elevator while Kira’s talking to you. She spots Scott and holds the door.

“-the only thing she could possibly need is a-..Oh, oh, Dr. McCall! Just one moment, um, uh, Katie competes in beauty pageants-”

“I know that, but we have to save her life anyway.” Scott shrugs

“Okay, she has no headaches, no neck pain, her CT’s clean, there’s no medical proof of an aneurysm…” Kira explains.

“Right.” Scott nods.

“But what if she has an aneurysm anyway?” She suggests.

“There are no indicators.” Scott looks at her.

“Ah, but she twisted her ankle, a few weeks ago when she was practicing for the pageant-”

“Look, I appreciate that you’re trying to help, but-”

“This is not helping!” Another doctor in the elevator shouts.

“She fell. When she twisted her ankle, she fell.” You explain to him.

“It was no big deal, not even a bump on the head, you know she got right back up, iced her ankle and everything was fine, it was a fall so minor her doctor didn’t even think to mention it when I was taking her history, but she did fall.” Kira nods.

“Well, you know the chances that a minor fall could burst an aneurysm, one in a million! Literally.” Scott shakes his head.

The both of you step back and sigh, letting the doors close. You hear a ding and look up, Scott walking out of the elevator.

“Let’s go.” He nods.

“Where?” Kira asks.

“To find out if Katie Bryce is one in a million.”

Yore in the scan room, looking at Katie’s recent scan. “I’ll be damned.” Scott shakes his head. “It’s minor, but it’s there. It’s a cerebachnoid haemorrhage. She’s bleeding into her brain.”

The three of you are walking down the hallway.

“She could’ve gone her entire life without it ever being a problem. One tap in the right spot-” Scott explains.

“And explode.” Kira nods.

“Exactly. Now I have to fix it. You two did great work. Love to stay and kiss your asses, but I gotta tell Katie’s parents she’s having surgery. Katie Bryce’s chart, please.” He says to reception.

“Oh, and Dr. McCall, you said that you’d pick someone to scrub in if we helped.” Kira calls out. “Oh, yes, right. Um, I’m sorry I can’t take you both, it’s going to be a full house. Y/N, I’ll see you in OR.”

You and Kira stay planted to your seats, shocked as Scott leaves.

Kira is clearly upset. “Kira..” She walks away, glaring at you over her shoulder.

You approach her and Lydia in the hallway. “I’ll tell him I changed my mind, you can-”

“No, no, don’t do me any favors. It’s fine.” Kira shakes her head.

“Kira…” You start.

“You know what, you did a cutthroat thing, deal with it. Don’t come to me for absolution, you want to be a shark, be a shark.” Kira waves her hands.

“I’m not-” You try to explain yourself.

“Oh, yes you are. Only it makes you feel all bad in your warm gooey places. No, screw you. I don’t get picked for surgeries because I slept with my boss, and I didn’t get into med school because I have a famous mother. You know, some of us have to earn what we get.” Kira rants. You didn’t know she knew about your mother.

You’re in the OR with Scott, he’s shaving Katie’s head. “I promised I’d make her look cool. Apparently being a bald beauty queen is the worst thing that happened in the history of the world.”

Did you choose me for the surgery because I slept with you?“ You raise an eyebrow.

"Yes.” Scott deadpans. “I’m kidding.”

“I’m not going to scrub in for surgery. You should ask Kira. She really wants it.” You shake your head “You’re Katie’s doctor. And on your first day, with very little training, you helped save her life. You earned the right to follow her case to the finish. You…you shouldn’t let the fact that we had sex get in the way of you taking your shot.” Scott looks at you.

You sit outside with Stiles. “I wish I wanted to be a chef. Or a ski instructor. Or a kindergarten teacher.” You sigh.

“You know, I would’ve been a really good postal worker. I’m dependable. You know, my dad tells everyone he meets that his son’s a surgeon. As if it’s a big accomplishment. A superhero or something. If he could see me now…” Stiles shakes his head.

“When I told my mother I wanted to go to medical school, she tried to talk me out of it. Said I didn’t have what it takes to be a surgeon. That I’d never make it. So, the way I see it, superhero sounds pretty damn good.” You shrug.

Stiles looks at you, “We’re going to survive this, right?”

Later you’re inside with Deaton and Isaac. Deaton was the chief of surgery.

“She’s still short of breath. Did you get an ABG or a chest film?” Deaton asks.

“Oh, yes sir, I did.” Isaac nods. “And what did you see?”

“Oh, well, I had a lot of patients last-”

“Name the common causes of post-op fever.” Deaton interrupts.

“Uh…yes, sir.” He pulls a notebook from his pocket.

“From your head. Not from a book. Don’t look it up, learn it, it should be in your head. Name the common causes of post-op fever.” Deaton crosses his arms.

“Uh…the common causes of post-op…” Isaac starts. “Can anybody name the common causes of post-op fever?” Deaton shouts.

“Wind, water, wound, walking, wonder drugs. The five W’s. Most of the time it’s wind, splinting, or pneumonia. Pneumonia’s easy to assume, especially if you’re too busy to do the tests.” You speak up.

Deaton gives Isaac a look before turning to you. “What do you think’s wrong with 4B?”

“The fourth W, walking. I think she’s a prime candidate for a pulmonary ambulus.” You nod. “How would you diagnose?”

“Spinal CT, VQ scan, provide O2, dose with Heparin, and consult for an IVC filter.” “Do exactly as she says, then tell your resident that I want you off this case.” Deaton says to Isaac. “I’d know you anywhere, you’re the spitting image of your mother. Welcome to the gang.” He smiles at you.

You’ve scrubbed in on Katie’s surgery, you’re in the OR with Scott.“

"All right everybody, it’s a beautiful night to save lives, let’s have some fun.” Scott says as the scrub nurse gloves him.

You spot Kira in the gallery.

After the surgery, Kira comes to find you, “It was a good surgery.”

“Yeah.” You nod.

Kira sits and sighs,“ We don’t have to do that thing where I say something, and then you say something, and then somebody cries, and there’s like a moment…”

“Yuck.” You laugh.

“Good. You should get some sleep. You look like crap.”

You scoff, “I look better than you.”

“It’s not possible.” Kira gets up and leaves.

Scott comes in, glancing at paperwork.

“That was amazing.” You sigh.

“Mmmm.” Scott continues looking at the paperwork.

“You practice on cadavers, you observe, and you think you know what you’re going to feel like standing over that table, but…that was such a high.” Scott looks at you and nods. “I don’t know why anybody does drugs.” You smile.

“Yeah.” Scott nods.

“Yeah.” You repeat.

Scott smiles, “I should go do this.”

“You should.” You nod.

Scott leaves, I’ll see you around.“

"See you around. See ya.”

After work you go to visit your mother. You walk inside the building, stopping a reception. You spot your mother in the corner of the room and you walk over to her.

“Are you the doctor?”

“No. I’m not your doctor. But I am a doctor.” You say.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s me, mom. Y/L/N.”

“All right.” She plays with her watch, “I used to be a doctor, I think.”

You take her hand, “You were a doctor, mom. You were a surgeon.”

#teen wolf one shot #teen wolf fic #teen wolf au #teen wolf drabble #teen wolf imagine #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #isaac lahey #scott x reader #scott mccall #kira yukimura #alan deaton #braeden #vernon boyd #stilinskiimagines

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heatherchandler · 7 years

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1-100. all of them.

1: is there a boy/girl in your life? sadly there is not :/

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? Lmao no she can eat shit fuck her and her yaoi hands

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” cats?

4: what’s something you really want right now? To not have to go to school tomorrow man

5: are you afraid of falling in love? I’m afraid of losing after I fall in love I’m little and fragile

6: do you like the beach? In theory? yes. In reality? Not on my gay life.

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? No and that sounds uncomfortable as hell

8: what’s the background on your cell? It’s from Heathers it’s the “Candy Store” number

9: name the last four beds you were sat on? Mine, my friend Skye’s, my parents’, my friend Rowynn’s

10: do you like your phone? It’s fine yeah

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned? Buddy I didn’t think I would still be alive right now and I didn’t plan to have this much anxiety so I’m gonna go with a hard no

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? Her name is Kailey! We volunteered at a middle school dodgeball tournament together! Eighth graders take dodgeball way too seriously I got hit in the jaw with a fly ball and boy. Buddy. Also what a bunch of fucking cheaters but

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler? I think a rottweiler because it would be easier to groom

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Emotional I guess I haven’t really been in a lot of physical pain like ever so

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? Last time I went to an art museum I got “shh”ed for humming quietly in an empty gallery and I’m still a little salty about it so I’m gonna say zoo

16: are you tired? I have depression I’m always tired

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact? Three years now

18: are they a relative? No we don’t even talk anymore I yelled at him for being racist in 10th grade and we haven’t ever really talked since

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? I don’t have any exes but I probably wouldn’t

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? These virgin lips have never met another’s

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? Bitch? No? I’m 18 years old I have no money, no formal education, no job. I haven’t even had the chance to be a hoe yet. Please.

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Again. Null and Void

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? Just one. It was my grandma’s but somebody told me the other day that it looked gay and I feel like she rolled over in her grave.

24: is there a certain quote you live by? No I forget everything buddy I’m especially bad at quotes.

25: what’s on your mind? Himalayan rock salt lamps

26: do you have any tattoos? Nah

27: what is your favorite color? Purple right now

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Bitch idk

29: who are you texting? My friends?

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? pbbht

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? Probably yeah because I feel like a lot of bad things will happen all the time I was probably right a few times just because of how often I feel that way

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yeah he’s like my brother

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you? Nah I’m kind of ugly

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? No not that I remember they’re kind of plain.

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? Binch

36: were you single on valentines day? Forever and always

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed? Bruh

38: what do your friends call you? Gay. Liss-Biss

39: has anyone upset you in the last week? I get upset over the tiniest things so we’re gonna go with a hard yes.

40: have you ever cried over a text? I cry over everything I’m soft and sensitive.

41: where’s your last bruise located? The last one I remember was on the palm of my hand like the little hand butt

42: what is it from? I went roller skating and fell on my ass a lot and just this one time I went down and tried to catch myself, and all of my weight went onto my hands. I got a really bad bruise on one hand and my bracelet dug into my other hand and like burst some vessels it was wild never take me skating

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? I think last week

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with? Lmao my mom

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes? Nah

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? No I usually just braid it and hope for the best

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style? No! Fuck! My head is gigantic I would look like a fucking egg! Anyway I love my hair

48: do you make supper for your family? Sometimes whenever I’m feeling it or we have chicken defrosted because I’m always a slut for pan seared chicken.

49: does your bedroom have a door? Yeah thank god

50: top 3 web-pages? idk netflix, here, and idk where else

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping? Yes bitch me

52: does anything on your body hurt? My back! Always!

53: are goodbyes hard for you? The last hard goodbye I had was when my best friend moved to Florida and he stopped by my house to say goodbye and that was like two/three years ago now so generally no

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? Mtn. Dew

55: how is your hair? She’s fine thanks for asking. I have her wrapped in a towel she’s napping

56: what do you usually do first in the morning? Go back to sleep

57: do you think two people can last forever? If they try.

58: think back to january 2007, were you single? I was eight.

59: green or purple grapes? I’ve always been a red grape hoe

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug? The next time somebody lets me I’m such a big hugger

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now? The Everglades, lying face down in the swamp, not dead, just resting.

62: when will be the next time you text someone? Probably tomorrow I don’t usually text people late at night I’m small and tired

63: where will you be 5 hours from now? In bed, hopefully still asleep

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning. Sleeping because it’s Sunday and I don’t go to church and I can sleep in

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked? I can’t really. I don’t think I ever really get crushes that last long enough for me to remember them.

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? There’s a few

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today? I hugged my parents

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night? “I hope none of my gay songs play because my dad is right in the gameroom and if he comes to check on me he’ll Know”

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Lmao yes.

70: how many windows are open on your computer? Just one. I like to let him rest.

71: how many fingers do you have? Ten

72: what is your ringtone? It’s one o the default iPhone tones i forget what it’s called

73: how old will you be in 5 months? 18 still

74: where is your mum right now? Downstairs on the couch probably sleeping.

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? He moved.

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? Nope.

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? Yeah for the most part. I’ve got some new ones though

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? It was probably like. Ryan Fitzpatrick or someone like him idfk I was young and dumb and I thought I was straight.

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike? My sister’s godparent’s son is named Michael they sometimes call him Mike.

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? Does being a baby in my mother’s arms count because if it doesn’t then no

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months? Like. 0.5

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? Nope

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight? Nah

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? KATIE

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care? I think so because I’m really. Not. Especially if it was hard drugs.

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? Nothing eventful really happens at the movies for me, I avoid kids movies to Lessen the Risk.

87: who was your last received call from? My mom

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? What the fuck? what the fuck.

89: what is something you wish you had more of? Money and admirers

90: have you ever trusted someone too much? Yeah

91: do you sleep with your window open? No my dad will yell at me for “letting all the cold air out”

92: do you get along with girls? Yes??

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? I don’t think so no

94: does sex mean love? Like for me? Idk it can be an act of love but really it can mean nothing too it’s not really black and white

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? Yes because I’ll be locked in a room alone how the fuck do I get out

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? BOI

97: did you sleep alone this week? Every week

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? My mom, my cat, my friends, idk I guess art when my teacher doesn’t assign it. Making people feel nice! I’m such a huge proponent of nice anons I send so many and like. refresh the blogs of people I send them to so that I know they feel good.

99: do you believe in love at first sight? Me? A hopeless romantic? An idealist? Yes.

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise? I think it was my dad over something that probably didn’t require a pinky promise idk we do it a lot.

#asks #why all 100 #please #as much as I love to talk about myself do u know how long this took me #show yourself

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jarenihtbony-stories · 6 years

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The Skylight Room

First Mrs. Parker would show you the double parlours. You would not dare to interrupt her description of their advantages and of the merits of the gentleman who had occupied them for eight years. Then you would manage to stammer forth the confession that you were neither a doctor nor a dentist. Mrs. Parker's manner of receiving the admission was such that you could never afterward entertain the same feeling toward your parents, who had neglected to train you up in one of the professions that fitted Mrs. Parker's parlours.

Next you ascended one flight of stairs and looked at the second- floor-back at $8. Convinced by her second-floor manner that it was worth the $12 that Mr. Toosenberry always paid for it until he left to take charge of his brother's orange plantation in Florida near Palm Beach, where Mrs. McIntyre always spent the winters that had the double front room with private bath, you managed to babble that you wanted something still cheaper.

If you survived Mrs. Parker's scorn, you were taken to look at Mr. Skidder's large hall room on the third floor. Mr. Skidder's room was not vacant. He wrote plays and smoked cigarettes in it all day long. But every room-hunter was made to visit his room to admire the lambrequins. After each visit, Mr. Skidder, from the fright caused by possible eviction, would pay something on his rent.

Then--oh, then--if you still stood on one foot, with your hot hand clutching the three moist dollars in your pocket, and hoarsely proclaimed your hideous and culpable poverty, nevermore would Mrs. Parker be cicerone of yours. She would honk loudly the word "Clara" she would show you her back, and march downstairs. Then Clara, the coloured maid, would escort you up the carpeted ladder that served for the fourth flight, and show you the Skylight Room. It occupied 7x8 feet of floor space at the middle of the hall. On each side of it was a dark lumber closet or storeroom.

In it was an iron cot, a washstand and a chair. A shelf was the dresser. Its four bare walls seemed to close in upon you like the sides of a coffin. Your hand crept to your throat, you gasped, you looked up as from a well--and breathed once more. Through the glass of the little skylight you saw a square of blue infinity.

"Two dollars, suh," Clara would say in her half-contemptuous, half- Tuskegeenial tones.

One day Miss Leeson came hunting for a room. She carried a typewriter made to be lugged around by a much larger lady. She was a very little girl, with eyes and hair that had kept on growing after she had stopped and that always looked as if they were saying: "Goodness me ! Why didn't you keep up with us?"

Mrs. Parker showed her the double parlours. "In this closet," she said, "one could keep a skeleton or anaesthetic or coal "

"But I am neither a doctor nor a dentist," said Miss Leeson, with a shiver.

Mrs. Parker gave her the incredulous, pitying, sneering, icy stare that she kept for those who failed to qualify as doctors or dentists, and led the way to the second floor back.

"Eight dollars?" said Miss Leeson. "Dear me! I'm not Hetty if I do look green. I'm just a poor little working girl. Show me something higher and lower."

Mr. Skidder jumped and strewed the floor with cigarette stubs at the rap on his door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Skidder," said Mrs. Parker, with her demon's smile at his pale looks. "I didn't know you were in. I asked the lady to have a look at your lambrequins."

"They're too lovely for anything," said Miss Leeson, smiling in exactly the way the angels do.

After they had gone Mr. Skidder got very busy erasing the tall, black-haired heroine from his latest (unproduced) play and inserting a small, roguish one with heavy, bright hair and vivacious features.

"Anna Held'll jump at it," said Mr. Skidder to himself, putting his feet up against the lambrequins and disappearing in a cloud of smoke like an aerial cuttlefish.

Presently the tocsin call of "Clara!" sounded to the world the state of Miss Leeson's purse. A dark goblin seized her, mounted a Stygian stairway, thrust her into a vault with a glimmer of light in its top and muttered the menacing and cabalistic words "Two dollars!"

"I'll take it!" sighed Miss Leeson, sinking down upon the squeaky iron bed.

Every day Miss Leeson went out to work. At night she brought home papers with handwriting on them and made copies with her typewriter. Sometimes she had no work at night, and then she would sit on the steps of the high stoop with the other roomers. Miss Leeson was not intended for a sky-light room when the plans were drawn for her creation. She was gay-hearted and full of tender, whimsical fancies. Once she let Mr. Skidder read to her three acts of his great (unpublished) comedy, "It's No Kid; or, The Heir of the Subway."

There was rejoicing among the gentlemen roomers whenever Miss Leeson had time to sit on the steps for an hour or two. But Miss Longnecker, the tall blonde who taught in a public school and said, "Well, really!" to everything you said, sat on the top step and sniffed. And Miss Dorn, who shot at the moving ducks at Coney every Sunday and worked in a department store, sat on the bottom step and sniffed. Miss Leeson sat on the middle step and the men would quickly group around her.

Especially Mr. Skidder, who had cast her in his mind for the star part in a private, romantic (unspoken) drama in real life. And especially Mr. Hoover, who was forty-five, fat, flush and foolish. And especially very young Mr. Evans, who set up a hollow cough to induce her to ask him to leave off cigarettes. The men voted her "the funniest and jolliest ever," but the sniffs on the top step and the lower step were implacable.

* * * * * *

I pray you let the drama halt while Chorus stalks to the footlights and drops an epicedian tear upon the fatness of Mr. Hoover. Tune the pipes to the tragedy of tallow, the bane of bulk, the calamity of corpulence. Tried out, Falstaff might have rendered more romance to the ton than would have Romeo's rickety ribs to the ounce. A lover may sigh, but he must not puff. To the train of Momus are the fat men remanded. In vain beats the faithfullest heart above a 52-inch belt. Avaunt, Hoover! Hoover, forty-five, flush and foolish, might carry off Helen herself; Hoover, forty-five, flush, foolish and fat is meat for perdition. There was never a chance for you, Hoover.

As Mrs. Parker's roomers sat thus one summer's evening, Miss Leeson looked up into the firmament and cried with her little gay laugh:

"Why, there's Billy Jackson! I can see him from down here, too."

All looked up--some at the windows of skyscrapers, some casting about for an airship, Jackson-guided.

"It's that star," explained Miss Leeson, pointing with a tiny finger. "Not the big one that twinkles--the steady blue one near it. I can see it every night through my skylight. I named it Billy Jackson."

"Well, really!" said Miss Longnecker. "I didn't know you were an astronomer, Miss Leeson."

"Oh, yes," said the small star gazer, "I know as much as any of them about the style of sleeves they're going to wear next fall in Mars."

"Well, really!" said Miss Longnecker. "The star you refer to is Gamma, of the constellation Cassiopeia. It is nearly of the second magnitude, and its meridian passage is--"

"Oh," said the very young Mr. Evans, "I think Billy Jackson is a much better name for it."

"Same here," said Mr. Hoover, loudly breathing defiance to Miss Longnecker. "I think Miss Leeson has just as much right to name stars as any of those old astrologers had."

"Well, really!" said Miss Longnecker.

"I wonder whether it's a shooting star," remarked Miss Dorn. "I hit nine ducks and a rabbit out of ten in the gallery at Coney Sunday."

"He doesn't show up very well from down here," said Miss Leeson. "You ought to see him from my room. You know you can see stars even in the daytime from the bottom of a well. At night my room is like the shaft of a coal mine, and it makes Billy Jackson look like the big diamond pin that Night fastens her kimono with."

There came a time after that when Miss Leeson brought no formidable papers home to copy. And when she went out in the morning, instead of working, she went from office to office and let her heart melt away in the drip of cold refusals transmitted through insolent office boys. This went on.

There came an evening when she wearily climbed Mrs. Parker's stoop at the hour when she always returned from her dinner at the restaurant. But she had had no dinner.

As she stepped into the hall Mr. Hoover met her and seized his chance. He asked her to marry him, and his fatness hovered above her like an avalanche. She dodged, and caught the balustrade. He tried for her hand, and she raised it and smote him weakly in the face. Step by step she went up, dragging herself by the railing. She passed Mr. Skidder's door as he was red-inking a stage direction for Myrtle Delorme (Miss Leeson) in his (unaccepted) comedy, to "pirouette across stage from L to the side of the Count." Up the carpeted ladder she crawled at last and opened the door of the skylight room.

She was too weak to light the lamp or to undress. She fell upon the iron cot, her fragile body scarcely hollowing the worn springs. And in that Erebus of the skylight room, she slowly raised her heavy eyelids, and smiled.

For Billy Jackson was shining down on her, calm and bright and constant through the skylight. There was no world about her. She was sunk in a pit of blackness, with but that small square of pallid light framing the star that she had so whimsically and oh, so ineffectually named. Miss Longnecker must be right; it was Gamma, of the constellation Cassiopeia, and not Billy Jackson. And yet she could not let it be Gamma.

As she lay on her back she tried twice to raise her arm. The third time she got two thin fingers to her lips and blew a kiss out of the black pit to Billy Jackson. Her arm fell back limply.

"Good-bye, Billy," she murmured faintly. "You're millions of miles away and you won't even twinkle once. But you kept where I could see you most of the time up there when there wasn't anything else but darkness to look at, didn't you? . . . Millions of miles. . . . Good-bye, Billy Jackson."

Clara, the coloured maid, found the door locked at 10 the next day, and they forced it open. Vinegar, and the slapping of wrists and burnt feathers proving of no avail, some one ran to 'phone for an ambulance.

In due time it backed up to the door with much gong-clanging, and the capable young medico, in his white linen coat, ready, active, confident, with his smooth face half debonair, half grim, danced up the steps.

"Ambulance call to 49," he said briefly. "What's the trouble?"

"Oh, yes, doctor," sniffed Mrs. Parker, as though her trouble that there should be trouble in the house was the greater. "I can't think what can be the matter with her. Nothing we could do would bring her to. It's a young woman, a Miss Elsie--yes, a Miss Elsie Leeson. Never before in my house--"

"What room?" cried the doctor in a terrible voice, to which Mrs. Parker was a stranger.

"The skylight room. It--

Evidently the ambulance doctor was familiar with the location of skylight rooms. He was gone up the stairs, four at a time. Mrs. Parker followed slowly, as her dignity demanded.

On the first landing she met him coming back bearing the astronomer in his arms. He stopped and let loose the practised scalpel of his tongue, not loudly. Gradually Mrs. Parker crumpled as a stiff garment that slips down from a nail. Ever afterward there remained crumples in her mind and body. Sometimes her curious roomers would ask her what the doctor said to her.

"Let that be," she would answer. "If I can get forgiveness for having heard it I will be satisfied."

The ambulance physician strode with his burden through the pack of hounds that follow the curiosity chase, and even they fell back along the sidewalk abashed, for his face was that of one who bears his own dead.

They noticed that he did not lay down upon the bed prepared for it in the ambulance the form that he carried, and all that he said was: "Drive like h**l, Wilson," to the driver.

That is all. Is it a story? In the next morning's paper I saw a little news item, and the last sentence of it may help you (as it helped me) to weld the incidents together.

It recounted the reception into Bellevue Hospital of a young woman who had been removed from No. 49 East -- street, suffering from debility induced by starvation. It concluded with these words:

"Dr. William Jackson, the ambulance physician who attended the case, says the patient will recover."

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