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It had been one hell of a week at Princeton Plainsboro. Left and right people were coming crashing down with the horrible flu bug that was going around. Alex had actually been the one to blatantly tell the new Peds resident, Dr Mitchell, to go home because he looked like crap. And the poor kid did. He looked like he had been dragged along behind a double decker bus for a few days, only just living to tell the tale. Alex wasn't at all surprised when the guy called in the day after and said he needed to take the next few days off because it had turned from just plain flu to the stomach flu. It was also what had Patrick Preston hooked up to an IV in one of the medical wards. Alex was just fucking glad that he had managed to dodge the bullet so far. He had always had a pretty good immune system, probably built up from years working two jobs.

( Right now, though, he was putting in some extra hours at the hospital to try and pick up the pace on the kids' ward. )

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It was late afternoon, and Chris had curled himself into a strange position on the bed during his sleep, the pillow barely retaining gravity to stay on the mattress from where the corner of it was tucked under his cheek. He was hovering somewhere in the realm of not quite asleep but not quite awake either, and when he abruptly sneezed loudly, the pillow fell to the floor and he woke up suddenly, shooting into a sitting position in the bed. There were a few groggy moments before he even realised where he was, blinking blearily and scratching at an itch on the side of his chest as he yawned widely. He sniffled, rubbing at his nose and as he did so, his eyes finally landed on his sister who was standing beside her bed with her arms folded, giving him an expectant look.

( Chris had the decency to at least look sheepish. )


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2.25. what have we become
could you comfort me, comfort me
the whole world's come undone
could you comfort me, comfort me
Comfort Me - Shihad/Pacifier


Despite it being a warm night, Matt felt a chill in his body and he hugged his jacket tightly around himself when he got off his bike and hooked his helmet over the handlebars. It had been a really bad day, and in hindsight, taking a second shift when someone had called in sick after his 5am start probably wasn't a good idea. It had just been a really, really bad day. It had only been about three hours into his shift when he started his observation rounds and discovered one of his patients deceased. She was only in her early thirties and it looked like a post-operative aneurysm took her life suddenly. Matt was only fresh in his nursing career and to this day, had been fortunate not to directly have a death on his ward during any shifts. She was his first, and it was more than a shock for him.

( But he had no choice but to try and keep his professionalism; alerting the doctors and staying present while her death was declared and he completed the paperwork indicating he found her. )


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2.6. "We welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty."
Mignon McLaughlin

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George stood in the main part of Matt's apartment, eyes taking in her surroundings as she held onto the thickshakes, and donuts. He'd left her after letting her in, apparently forgetting something or other in the bathroom. George couldn't help but wonder if he was brushing his teeth, or something. She supposed when it was the first pseudo-booty call between colleagues there did need to be some ettiquette in place. After all, she'd had another shower before coming over in an attempt to wash off the smell of the hospital.

( Finally she set the junk food down on the coffee table, and took it upon herself to get comfortable as she peeled off her cardigan, and dropped down onto the sofa. )


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It was 2am and time for Matt's nightshift dinner break. He had started work at 9pm, so he really was starving. He remembered nights from when he was a student nurse, but not that he was fully qualified, it was a little more hard going. PPTH was the biggest hospital he had worked in, with the more extensive range of medical services offered. He loved both the ER and the Surgical Department, and had met some great people. He was still a little thrown that his Nursing boss was in hospital, in the ICU, no less. He did look really sick, too, and his family and friends were clearly worried. Matt had subsequently learnt that Patrick could even end up in a wheelchair once we woke up, and it wouldn't be the first time. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it must be like for his husband, who apparently was some massively successful sports car driving executive from New York with his own company, but had begun nursing Patrick back to health after he got sick each time. That was huge. Matt wanted to be that in love one day, if he met the right chick, of course.

( He came into the staff room, arms laden with everything from a couple of sandwiches from the vending machine, a packet of chips, a coffee, a can of Coke, a Mars Bar, a packet of peanuts, chocolate milk, and some cold pizza he brought from home. )


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You Are 77% Feminist

You are certainly a feminist - whether you know it or not. You believe in gender equality, at least most of the time. You also believe there are a few exceptions.

You say feminism, I say logical thinking! I'm not part of the hairy armpit brigade.