Thursday Taster o7.23.15

Welcome to Thursday Tasters!

We are going to continue on where we left off two weeks ago in my WIP serial killer story, tentatively titled Take Your Life.

My free hand brushed hers as I tried to hold her arm down better. She gripped onto my hand and I tried to use my lower arm and elbow to hold her arm in place, so I didn't have to disrupt her handholding.I put in two more deep stitches before she realized her hand was holding mine. She quickly let go.
"Sorry." She said quietly as I placed my hand back on her arm.
"No worries." I smiled.
I gave her a few more before deciding that she had enough. The tension in her arm eased when I finished up with top layer stitches. I carefully rubbed antibiotic ointment over the stitches.
"Are you okay?" I asked as I placed a thin bandage over her arm.
"Yeah." She replied.
"Do I need to give you after care instructions?"
"No, I'm well versed, thanks." She slightly smiled.
"If you have any trouble with it, just come back and ask for me."
"Thanks, Dr. Emerson."
"We're done here, you don't have to call me that anymore."
"We're still in the hospital, in a patient room, Dr. Emerson." She laughed as she stood up.
"I think you just like calling me that."
"Perhaps."
I saw the rest of her color quickly drain from her face; she had gotten dizzy and was going to pass out. I ran over and caught her in my arms when she lost her balance. My guess was she probably didn't eat this morning.
"I thought I told you not to pass out on me." I said as I smiled, obviously joking with her. I didn't expect her to answer back.
"I'm not very good at following orders." She said quietly. 
That totally turned me on.
"Apparently." I replied to her as I quickly scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the patient examination table. 
"Lay here, until you feel better. I'm going to go get you some water."
I left the room, shutting the door and made my way to the vending machines in the ER lobby. I quickly fumbled in my pocket for some change and grabbed a bottle of cold water -let's face it, hospital tap water is nasty - and a bar of chocolate.
I made my way back into the ER as the same nurses from before watched me as I made my way back to the room. I couldn't wait to hear what rumor was going to go around, especially with a pretty girl, chocolate, and a bottle of water.
"Here," I said to Amber, handing her the chocolate bar, "You didn't eat today. This isn't the greatest breakfast, but it will spike your blood sugar faster."
"Thanks." She said, slowly sitting up. 
She opened the chocolate bar as I loosened the cap on the water bottle. I watched as she broke off a small square and ate it.
"You need to eat more than that for it to help." I whispered.
"Here," She said as she broke of a third of the bar and handed it to me, "you eat some, too."
I took from her and took a small bite. 
"I really don't need this like you do."
"I know." She said, "But at least then I know you didn't drug it or something."
Wait. What?! How did she know I would do something like that?!!
I stared at her.
She laughed, "Relax, I'm kidding, Dr. Emerson."
I smiled and laughed too, as I took another bite of the chocolate. Maybe I should have drugged it. But trying to kidnap her, unconscious, out of the hospital would have been awkward.
She drank some water and ate more chocolate, the color beginning to return to her face.
"Speaking of drugs, do you need me to prescribe you some painkillers in case that starts to hurt too much?"
"I should be fine."
"Are you sure?" I asked, as she went to get off the examination table. I stood in front of her and put my hands on each side of her on the table to stop her. I smiled, "Are you sure you're okay to stand? I wouldn't want to have to rush to your rescue again."
"Oh, is that how you see it?" She said with sarcasm, "Rush to my rescue, your damsel in distress?"
"I think I'm okay." She said normally. 
I moved and watched her carefully as she stood up. She seemed to be okay. She grabbed her shirt off of the chair.
"Thank you, Dr. Emerson." She said seriously. "I really do owe you one."
"You're welcome." I said humbly. Then I slipped in, "You don't owe me anything but to have dinner with me tonight."
She took a step towards me and laughed, "Is this how you pick up women, your patients at the hospital?"
"No." I said as I looked at her, "I don't ever pick up women at the hospital. I don't ever pick up women, period. I'm always too busy. You would be the first in a very long time."
It was somewhat true, the only women I picked up lately were the unconscious ones. I hadn't actually dated in almost three years, other hobbies got in the way. It would be too hard managing what I do outside the hospital and have a significant other. Their life would constantly be in danger. What I was doing with her, Amber, I don't know. All I know is I wouldn't be able to move on until I had her.
"Plus, I don't really consider you a patient. You didn't fill out any paperwork." I added.
She smiled, not knowing what to say, so I also added, "And in case I do get in trouble with my chief..."
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll have dinner with you tonight." She said caving.
"Great." I smiled as I pulled out my phone, taking step forward to hand it to her. "Your phone number so I can text you when I get out of here and get your address."
She laughed and filled out her info. When she handed me back my phone, I texted her.
"You know, in case you gave me the wrong number, on purpose."
Her phone beeped and she pulled it out of her pocket as she laughed.
"That is so something I would do." She admitted.
"I know."
"But this time I didn't." She added as she opened her text and showed me. She played with her phone for a second, I could only guess that she added me to her contacts.
"I'll probably pick you up around eight or so." I said as I walked her out.
"Okay. Sounds good."
I walked with her to the exit of the hospital.
"You're not going to blow me off, are you?" I asked as she went to walk out.
"I won't. I'll see you around eight, Dr. Emerson."
I watched as she walked out and down the long sidewalk to the street. My shift at the hospital was going to be a very long one. 

I think their "date" might happen next Thursday Tasters. Thanks for reading! You can read more great authors here.

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Hearts & Stars,
~Siren XVX

Thursday Tasters o6.18.15

Welcome to Thursday Tasters!

I am going to continue where I left off the last time.

I smiled back as she stopped running with the gurney. I noticed the bandage on her arm that she was bleeding through as she pushed her hair out of her face. For whatever reason, part of me was compelled to know more about her. And part of me was compelled to see her half naked hanging on a hook in my basement. Challenging week already. 
I tried to keep an eye on her as we worked on the patient in the ER. She was just in my line of view, it looked as though she was being chewed out by her partner. I worked my magic quickly, using the defibrillator to jolt his heart and get it started again. I watched the monitor for a bit to make sure he was stable, in between glancing over to make sure she was still in her spot. I handed the duties over to one of the newer resident doctors who was observing; ordering a toxicology test to determine what drugs the patient was on and what we needed to clear them, and making sure the patient stayed stable while that was all being done. After the patient was cleared of the ER, mental health services would come in and determine what was best for him.
I quickly walked back out to the nurses station, just in time to catch her partner saying that she wasn't ready to be back on the job, that he was going to recommend more time off for counseling.
"I don't need more counseling. I need my job, my life back." She said angrily.
"I'm sorry, you're just not ready." Her partner said, "You're off duty."
She ripped her badge off and slammed it down on the nurses station, "I quit."
The clipboard she was holding in her other hand, she held out for her partner.
"You can finish the paperwork." He said.
"I quit, you can finish it." She said with attitude as she shoved the clipboard into her partner and let go. It almost fell, but he caught it.
She turned and walked through the door to go to the lobby.
"She did a really great job today." I said as I ran by. I caught up with her, just as she was about to walk out of the hospital exit.
"You can't leave yet." I said, my Irish accent coming out thick to get her attention.
She turned to face me. "I'm not on duty. i already told you everything you needed to know about the patient--"
"Your arm, its bleeding through."
"What?"
I touched her arm to show her, "Your arm. Its bleeding through your bandages. I can't let you go until I take a look at it."
She pulled her arm away, "It will be fine."
"No, it won't. Will you let me help you?"I asked, giving her a charming smile.
She stared at me for a second. She obviously didn't trust me, but in this moment, I don't think she trusted anyone. She had a story behind her and i was really curious to know what it was.
She shook her head and agreed, "Okay." She said quietly.

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Hearts & Stars,
~Siren X.

Thursday Taster o6.o4.15

Welcome to Thursday Tasters! Its been awhile since I posted last.

This week's excerpt continues where I left off the last time in a serial killer story I began from a screenplay I once wrote. This story is being written as I go, so its kinda a blog hop serial novel.

Your handsome, psychotic heart
surgeon

The next day I would spend catching up on sleep and then reflecting on the experience. Late into the night, I would carefully dump the body where I saw fit. I owned a modest home set deep into the woods on a few acres of land with its own large pond. Some of the bodies ended up there. Others, like I said, where I saw fit; deeper into the woods or in a ditch somewhere.

This girl, there wasn't much to reflect upon, her incessant screaming was annoying before I even began anything, leaving me feeling unsatisfied. Work and life would be difficult until I had freetime for my hobby again. When that killer part of me is satisfied, I can focus on my work. This week will no doubt be faced with some interesting challenges.

Tuesday morning, I was met with working in the ER, as again it was short staffed. New York Presbyterian was by far the best hospital I've worked for, but the ER volume and staff burn out was something was they needed to work on. I was taking on more time in the ER, where I could; I enjoyed the emergencies of the ER, but my Cardiac Surgery schedule was busy. I definitely enjoyed the more serious emergencies.

During a rare quiet moment, I was enjoying a cup of morning coffee, standing at the nurses' station with my back against the wall and my hands resting on the counter holding my cup as I chatted with a young, new flirty nurse. That's when I saw....her...Amber.

She rushed in, her EMT uniform shirt unbuttoned at the top showing her white tank top, and her rather nice tattooed cleavage - not your average look for a paramedic. The nurses and a male paramedic helping to wheel in the gurney an unresponsive male patient lay on. She was busy performing chest compressions with her delicate hands -that weren't so delicate- quite talented at keeping up with the rush of the gurney and performing competent compressions.

I rushed over to her side, stealing a moment to stare at her, and not the patient flatlining before her.
"He's in cardiac. Male, late 20's, extreme psychosis, and hyped up on drugs." She said.
I shook my head that I understood.
"I've got this." I said, as my hands replaced hers, our fingers brushing each others.
"Okay." She replied with a slight smile.

This is where I will stop. Thanks for reading and please comment, I love reading your comments! I will get around to reading yours Friday or Saturday :)

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Its 2015, do something fabulous!

Hearts & Stars,
~Siren X

Thursday Tasters o4.16.15

Welcome to Thursday Tasters!

This week continues right where we left off last week in some serial killer story I started.

I had a secret place I kept the photographs and video tapes. I had a small darkroom in one of the rooms of the basement. I enjoyed traditional photography; fine art, nature, and landscape photography. I occasionally showed my work in galleries, but my favorite portraits were work that would see the light of day. I could probably pull it off as a model dressed up for the scenes as Thomas Coltraine often does. Or John Hasselburger. But that would be risky, too risky. But it did work out that I had my own darkroom to print these images. Digital was another stupid way to go and I will not touch it for my "work", too much to trace.

I got up off the floor and went into the bathroom, preparing the bath for her. I watched the bathtub fill until it was at the desired height. I carried her in and dropped her into the bathtub. She sank down a few inches to the bottom. I went back into the main room of the basement and collected the knife I had used to end her life. I threw it in the bath with her to remove all evidence.

I would let her soak for awhile, a long while. I would start the long process of cleaning up my mess that would take most of the night.

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Its 2015, do something fabulous!

Hearts & Stars,
~Siren X