Thursday Taster 24.12.15

Welcome to Thursday Taster! Its been a few weeks, but I am excited to share more of my serial killer story.

As we walked into the restaurant, the hostess that had about fifteen years on me, looked us up and down, with a disgusted look on her face. 
"Table for two?" She asked, unhappily.
"Yes, please." I replied.
She grabbed two menus and silently stomped her way over to an empty table, the restaurant clientele stopping whatever they were doing to look at us, most of them in fancy dresses and suits. This was mostly what i dealt with for hospital functions and outings with colleagues from the hospital. It was boring and dull. I would much rather have a rebel like Amber by my side. 
I held out the chair for Amber. She sat down and I slightly pushed her chair in.
"Why, thank you, good sir." She said in a fun tone.
"You're welcome, my lady." I replied as I slightly bowed.
She laughed as I sat down.
"Everyone is looking at us." She said.
"Thats because they wish they could have fun like us. I deal with shit like this all the time for hospital functions."
"I don't know how you do it."
"I just make sure to have lots of outside hobbies that keep me happy. And something to look forward to at the end of the night."
"Like what?" She asked curious.
"Like....golf."
"Golf?! That's fun?" She laughed.
"No. Not really. But i do like photography."
We were thankfully interrupted by a waitress, who looked younger than Amber, but with a look that must have drained her daddy's bank account. 
"Hi, my name is Diane, i'll be your server." She said as she looked at Amber's dress. "What i can get you to drink?"
I smiled, "A bottle of your best red wine, please."
She shook her head and walked off, walking over to the hostess. They spoke to each other briefly, before the hostess made her way over to the table. 
"Sir, I'm going to have to pre-authorize your card for your meal tonight. As a precaution."
Amber sneered at her. 
"That's fine." I said as I pulled out my wallet. I was going to give her my American Express card, when I figured it would be better to just give her my bank debit card. I handed it over and without saying thank you, the hostess went into the back. 
"They think we can't pay this." I said, shaking my head.
"Wow, how prissy." Amber said.
She looked over and noticed the old gentlemen sitting near her who was staring at her.
"What?!" She said, loudly, in a punk rock kind of tone. 
He shook his head and went back to eating his tiny portion of salmon. 
"What do you think want to eat?" I asked. We both opened our menus and looked at the fancy names of dishes that cost a fortune for a bite sized portion.
"Are you sure you want do this?" She asked, her eyes questioning the menu. "This is really expensive."
"Its fine." I said, smiling. "Did you forget I work as a cardiac surgeon? This is nothing."
"Well, that's good. Because a paramedic salary really can't." She paused, "Or...now...no salary." 
She made a unhappy face. It was like it just hit her that she was suddenly unemployed.
"Has it not hit you yet?" I asked.
"No."
"So, you haven't thought about what you're going to do next?"
"No, not yet. I figured I'd give myself a day. A paramedic's pay really isn't great for the work we do."
"No, its really not. What was your specialty?"
"Advanced cardiac."
"Really?" I was surprised, but looking at her work this morning, I shouldn't have been.
"Yeah." She replied, shaking her head as I stared at her.
She was so perfect...
"Columbia's med school is great." I said, smirking, "Especially their surgeon department."
"Yeah. Is that where you went?" She laughed.
I shook my head. 
"We'll see, I'll think about it. I kind of like the front line, minus the pay." She said. She looked into my eyes as she spoke.
The waitress interrupted us as she set down two glasses, pouring our wine. She set down the bottle on the table for us and asked what we wanted to order. I looked at Amber.
"I have no idea. You can order for us, since you're so used to this and have a surgeon's salary, Dr. Emerson." Amber said as she stuck her tongue out at me.
I noticed the waitress' eyes widen a bit when Amber said surgeon's salary.
I laughed, covering the fact that I wanted that tongue inside my mouth and on other parts of my body. 

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~Siren X

Thursday Taster 03.12.15

Welcome to Thursday Taster! 
Its been awhile since I've posted. But we will continue on with my serial killer's date...

I started the car and turned around to exit her street. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road, I wanted to stare at her instead. Half the time imagining her half naked, hanging in my basement, begging me to stop. From the angle that she was sitting, I had a nice view of her bare legs as I drove.
"So, where are we going?" She asked.
"I don't know. I figured somewhere in Manhattan. What are you in the mood for?"
"Hmmm...I don't know." She replied, thinking.
"We don't just have to do dinner, we could do something else, too." I said.
"Yeah, like what?" She asked sarcastically as she looked at me.
"That's not what I meant. I meant like a movie, or sports bar, or something."
"You so have a thing for doctors." I sarcastically added. 
"Yes, because scrubs are so sexy." She joked.
"Oh, really? Too bad I'm not wearing mine."
"I don't sleep with doctors." she replied.
"Why not?"
"They're too close to my line of work."
"As of today, you don't have a job." I reminded her as I smiled at her.
"Well, shit." She laughed.
I entered onto the Brooklyn Bridge and headed towards the city.
"So, what will it be tonight?"
"I agreed to dinner," she replied plainly, "anything after that is my own free will."
"Yes, because I twisted your arm into this." I retorted.
"You took the time out of your busy day to stitch up my arm, I felt obligated to repay you. Although, its probably the only reason you stitched up my arm."
"Maybe." I flashed her a big joking smile. She laughed and shook her head, looking out her window as the car came to a halt in the traffic.
"How is it doing?" I said seriously, reaching for her arm. She let me touch the bandage and slightly lift the gauze.
"Its sore. Very sore. But I'm ignoring it."
"Painkillers?" I asked as traffic began moving again.
"No. If I had done that, I would be completely loopy right now, which means this...thing... wouldn't work."
"You mean date?"
She blushed, "This date wouldn't work."
"Then we would have just gotten take out and chilled at your place. I would take care of you." I said as I touched her fingers of her left hand, slightly gripping them. I expected her to pull away, but she left them, our fingers lightly intertwining as I drove. 
I headed up towards Hell's Kitchen to find a good restaurant that wasn't one I frequented. I didn't want anyone to recognize me and see me with this girl, in case she went missing.
"So, this is a date?" She said, breaking the silence.
"Well, I did ask you to dinner. So, yeah its a date. I mean I don't know you well enough yet to say we're just two friends having dinner. Maybe after tonight I will." I replied.
"I don't know you either. You could be some sort of serial killer." She joked.
I tried my best to let it not show that her comment bothered me. Truthfully, she had no clue about me, but part of me wanted to punch her in the face, pull her hair, and tie her hands together as she screamed.
I shook my head and laughed, "Do you have a thing for serial killers? Between that comment and about drugging the chocolate today."
"No, I just like messing with you." She smiled.
"Yeah, well, you're doing a pretty good job."
The other part of me liked how bold and fun she was. 
"Did you tell anyone you were with me?" I joked, "You know, in case I turn out to be some kind of serial killer?"
"No. I think I can handle myself."
Perfect.
"You don't want to fuck me, I'll kill you." She added with sarcasm.
Intriguing.
"Yeah, how is that?" I had to ask.
She stared at me for moment and then pulled away with slight sadness in her eyes.
"I don't know." She smiled.
"With what? Twenty cc's of sodium chloride?" I laughed.
"Yeah, exactly." She laughed back. "That shit burns when it goes through your veins."

I drove down a street lined with restaurants of all different kind of cuisine.
"Well, what should it be?" I asked, gesturing towards the restaurants as we drove slowly past. 
I stopped in front of a really fancy restaurant, Per Se.
"How about that?" I pointed.
She looked, "That really fancy one?"
"Yeah. I told you we would have to go to a really fancy place earlier. I mean I'm not dressed for it either. We can crash it."
"Alright," she smiled, "let's do it."
With some Irish luck, I found a place to park which is impossible in Manhattan. I rushed over to her side of the car to open the door and help her out of the car. 
"Thank you. Most wouldn't do that." She said.
"Yeah, well, I'm proud not to be an American male."
I offered her my arm, not sure she would take it. She smiled and wrapped her hand around my arm.
"Thanks." She said as we began to walk towards the restaurant.

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Knives & Blood,
~Siren X

Thursday Taster 15.10.15

Welcome to Thursday Taster! Its been a bit since I've participated, only because I have been working on other writing projects and I mostly share excerpts from my serial killer story or my 1st person p.o.v. vampire rewrite. 

So today, I have written a little bit more of my serial killer story...

I was going through a lot of trouble to acquire this girl and risking everything I had in the process. I could easily lose both of my careers. But I knew myself. I knew I wouldn't be able to focus fully on anything until I was satisfied with this girl. She fascinated me, she was strong and bold. i wanted to know her story, i wanted to know her pain threshold, and her feeelings when she was facing death. 
She lived not too far from the Brooklyn Bridge, on a quiet dead end street, in a brownstone duplex. I parked the car near her house, texting her to let her know I was here. As I stepped out of the car, I saw her step out onto her porch, locking the door behind her. She walked down the stairs onto the sidewalk. She looked radiant and bad ass in an army fatigue dress that looked like it was repurposed from an army jacket. It had no sleeves with a deep collar, and buttoned all the way down. She left the top two buttons unbuttoned, exposing the top of her breasts, hints of her black lace bra, peeked out as she walked. The dress shaped to her body. She wore black fishnet stockings and combat-looking boots, but more fashionable. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail that went well with her dress. Her eye makeup matched the dark green and brown of her dress with thick black eyeliner. I noticed that she had a small silver ring in the side of her nose, something she didn't have in earlier in the day. Her arm looked like it was freshly bandaged.
I walked up onto the sidewalk to meet her, holding a bouquet of a dozen red roses. 
"Hey." I said as I flashed her my charming smile.
"Hey." She replied, smiling back as she walked up to me.
I handed her the flowers. 
She laughed as she said, "Thanks, but this isn't necessary. I think you have done enough for me today."
"It was my pleasure." I said. She smiled and smelled the flowers. 
"You look beautiful." Slipped out of my mouth. 
"Oh thanks. I wasn't sure what to wear."
Um...nothing would be good.
"I wasn't sure what kind of restaurant we were going to." She continued.
"Well, now its going to have to be some fancy place." I joked. 
"Noooo." She cried, sarcastically, as we walked towards the car. I held open the passenger door for her. She smiled and thanked me as she got in. As I got in the driver side, she had her phone pulled out, fidgeting with it to turn off the ringer. 
"So what name did you put in your phone for me?" I had to ask.
"Um..." she stammered and then smiled. "Doctor Emerson."
She embarrassingly showed me the contact entry. I laughed and shook my head.
"I'm still convinced you just like calling me that.You may just have a thing for doctors."
"Maybe." She plainly said, as she shut off her phone and placed back into her small army green bread bag. 

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Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren XVX

Thursday Taster o8.o6.15

Welcome to Thursday Taster!

I didn't write too much for this week. I really have to be into this character, to write it, which isn't always an easy thing to do.

The rest of my day was mostly spent treating minor injuries that couldn't wait for primary care physicians to make time in their schedules a day or two later, two minor heart attacks, and actually the saddest of them all - a little three year girl who decided it would be fun to jump from the top of a slide at the playground, breaking her little leg. You could tell her mom was a wreck, but she did well holding it together for her daughter and comforting the little girl who was in a lot of pain. I had a few heart surgery consultations that included scheduling patient surgeries, close to the end of my long day.

At last, I made my way back home to shower - I didn't want to smell like a hospital. After my shower, I texted her, part of me anxious to see if she was really going to keep to her word. Within a few minutes she responded, inquiring to how the rest of my day went. Of which I responded with; "nothing as exciting as this morning." She sent me a laugh and a sarcastic comment all while calling me Dr. Emerson. I proceeded to get her residential information from her and promised to be there around eight-thirty. She lived in Brooklyn, which surprised me a bit - I pegged her for a Manhattan girl.
I quickly finished getting ready and popped into my basement, making sure everything was prepared in case I had a guest tonight; rope and equipment ready.

It was going to take some time to make my way back into Manhattan and over the Brooklyn Bridge. 
As I drove back down to Manhattan, I questioned what the fuck I was doing. This wasn't my typical way of acquiring a victim for my basement...

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Hearts & Stars,
~Siren X

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. 

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Hearts & Stars,
~Siren XVX

Thursday Taster o7.o9.15

Welcome to Thursday Tasters!

I hope everyone is doing well. Although you may not be after you read this excerpt ;)
It continues on from where we last left off with my serial killer story...

"Shouldn't you be wearing gloves, Dr. Emerson?" She questioned, "I'm going to bleed all over you."
Shit, I was so into her I forgot to put on gloves. My work at home required no gloves; it was about the touch - about the feeling of skin on your fingertips, the feel of the knife in your hand, the feel of the blood dripping down, all without latex in between. I thought I was at home with her. And she was going to bleed.
"Stuart. And you are absolutely right, I should." I got up and grabbed gloves off of the desk. I don't know why I was so insistent that she call me by my first name - I guess because I was helping her out.
"While I am your patient, you are Dr. Emerson. Stuart is for other times." She said.
I couldn't tell if she was trying to be cute or serious.
"No need to be proper Miss Hurley because what I'm doing is anything but proper. This is hardly by hospital procedure."
I searched the cabinet for a stitching kit and towels to wipe the blood. I sat back down across from her and put on the gloves.
"I don't want to get you in trouble." She said, generally concerned.
I smiled at her as I put her arm on the surgical cloth, "Don't worry about it, I'll handle it if a problem arises."
Given my status at the hospital as one of the top surgeons, I highly doubted anyone would say anything to me nor the Chief of Surgery, for stitching up an injured EMT without the proper paperwork. I wiped her arm of the blood and got ready to clean the wound.
"You know this is going to sting a bit." I said plainly.
She shook her head that she knew and I continued onward, putting the disinfectant on her arm. I noticed that she was biting her lower lip.
"That is the most annoying feeling." She said, letting go of her lip.
I finished up and started to prep for the stitches.
"I need to get you numbed up." I said, but then realized I had no numbing agent in the kit. That wasn't even on purpose, just fate.
"Hold on, I need to find some numbing agent."
I searched the cabinets, but there wasn't any.
"I need to go hunt some down." I said as I shut the door to the cabinet.
"Don't worry about it." She said. "Let's just get this done, its just stitches."
I went back over to her.
"Are you sure?"
"I've been through worse. Besides, you're a heart surgeon, I trust you have the steadiest of hands, so it won't be that bad."
She's been through worse? She really did have a story behind her, and now, I was more curious to know what it was.
I sat back down across from her. "Do I need to hold you down?"
"I would, just in case."
I held her arm down as I went to start.
"You better not pass out on me." I said sternly, my accent coming through again.
"I won't." She smiled.
The first was a bit hard for her, but it usually is for anyone. After that she relaxed a bit and the next ten went in with no problem. By the tenth, her arm was probably already numb on its own. I decided it was best to give her more, some that were deeper just in case the knife wound was more serious and just in case the top stitches ripped. These she felt, her arm tensing up, and I could see color starting to fade from her face. If she lasted this long, she was going to be a delight in my basement.

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Hearts & Stars,
~Siren XVX

Thursday Taster o6.25.15

Welcome to Thursday Tasters!

This week we will continue on with the serial killer story I am writing. This excerpt continues right where we left off...

She took a breath and turned around to walk back with me to the ER. I took a quick peek at her name badge pinned to the pocket of her uniform shirt, A. Hurley.

"Not that way. We'll go through a different way, so you don't have to run into ex -partners again. I think you have had enough for one day." I said.

I motioned for her to follow me.

She laughed slightly as we walked, "He's actually my superior."

I led her to a locked door, swiping my hospital badge to unlock it. The back way through the ER.

"Well, you won't have to see him again." I smiled.

"Thanks."

After we walked through the door, I turned to face her. "That patient survived because of you."

"You don't understand," she said, "I'm the reason he went into cardiac arrest."

She paused, trying to figure out if she should tell me more. She probably realized it would be best to explain because she continued on.

"We arrived to help him, a neighbor had called it in. I went near him not warned that he had a knife on him. He did this." She lifted up her arm. "Instead of backing off, I disarmed him. Because waiting for NYPD to show, well, you know how long that will take...and then he went into cardiac."

"You did the right thing." I reassured her. "The amount of drugs and alcohol in his system, he was bound for cardiac anyway."

She didn't look to sure.

"Hey, it doesn't matter, all that matters is you saved his life. In the end thats all its about."

She shook her head. We continued onward as I looked for a room we could use; doctors and nurses looking at us as we passed, obviously having come through the staff only back door. They must have been wondering what I was doing. I'm sure the gossip would go around the hospital like fire.

"Here, we can go in here." I said as I motioned for her to go in first. I followed behind her and shut the door.

"Have a seat." I said, motioning to the table. She sat and watched as I went to sit across from her, checking out my hospital badge. 

"I've been to this hospital a lot, Dr. Emerson, I've never seen you in the ER before."

"I'm helping out today. We were short staffed. Normally I'm upstairs."

"What department?"

"I'm a heart surgeon." I smiled.

"I enjoy the emergencies of the ER." I admitted.

"Me too." She said with a smile.

"So, what's next for you?" I questioned.

"I don't know." She said, sadly.

"Med school."

"Med school? I don't know about that. I kinda liked being on the frontlines."

"This ER is always looking for doctors."

She laughed.

"Let me see." I said motioning for her arm. 

She lifted her arm towards me, without thinking I slipped my left hand into hers for support, but I held it too tight, squeezing her hand as if we were lovers walking along the beach. She got nervous and pulled away.

"Sorry." I apologized.

"Its okay." She said, realizing she probably shouldn't have freaked out. She really had a trust issue.

She gave me her arm back and I slipped my hand around hers being more aware to grab it loosely.

I started to unwind the quickly done bandage around her arm. I could tell it was going to be bad.

"You're going to need stitches." I said, "It might be best if you take of your uniform shirt before I unwrap this completely." 

Even though her uniform shirt was short sleeve, the sleeve was going to get annoying. Plus, maybe I just wanted to see her without it on. She unbuttoned it and pulled it off almost seductively.

More of her tattoos showed and I was quite surprised at how many she had. I could only imagine how many more there were that I couldn't see. She handed me back her arm and I resumed holding her hand and unwrapping it.

"Do you always help female EMT's that are in trouble, Dr. Emerson."

"Stuart." I said. "And no, i usually don't have EMT's that need help falling into my lap. You would be the first, Miss Hurley."

"Amber." She said. "And thanks for your help."

"You're welcome." I said, my Irish accent accidentally coming out thick.

She smiled. "I hear that you are Irish. How long have you been in New York?"

I pulled the rest of her bandage off, it was stuck the wound. She didn't flinch as I pulled it off. 

"Sorry." I said.

"No worries."

"I've been here a while. Since my college days. Med school at Columbia." I said as I looked over her wound, "I'm originally from outside Dublin."

I smiled, "I grew up on a farm. I see from your last name that you have some heritage as well."

"Yeah, both my parents are Irish. My great, great grandparents immigrated here or something like that."

"Have you ever been?"

"Unfortunately no."

"Well, thats too bad. You should really go sometime, its beautiful."

"Perhaps. Maybe that will be next."

"I would still be there, if Columbia hadn't of recruited me and now this hospital and other things. One day I'll go back when the time is right."

I looked at her and realized, not only was I giving away too much, but I was also flirting with her, which is not something I do. I wondered how her scream was going to sound. I looked away quickly and back at her wound.

"You definitely need a good bunch of stitches."

She didn't need that many, but I wasn't going to make this easy for her. I was already aching to see her pain tolerance.

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Hearts & Stars,
~Siren X.

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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