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bachelor auction
Cuddy didn't have time for things to go less than planned, so she'd recruited a number of residents and her own personal assistant to make sure everyone who was getting auctioned off was actually waiting in the wings and ready to go ( Read more... ) -
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lazy sunday [locked to dignam pls.]
Cuddy had a dilemma. The hospital, in infinite wisdom, had decided to auction off its more eligible bachelors and bachelorettes. In years past, Cuddy would have been joined by House, Wilson...maybe even Chase or Foreman. And now? Everyone was paired off but she and Stacy, and who the hell was going to bid on Stacy ( Read more... ) -
happy birthday! [timed to april 4th]
Zelda had spent the morning of her birthday teaching little Gregory peekaboo. He still did not follow along perfectly, but he did have more awareness of Zelda and his surroundings. Zelda...he was her world. She could never ask for a better present than her darling son ( Read more... ) -
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"Come on, Handsome," Charlie muttered, glancing over his shoulder. Rob was right behind him, Mini nearly touching his bumper. Sure, just practice, but they had to keep together anyway.
When he looked back, a truck had pulled out in front of him, out of nowhere. His Mini didn't have the stopping power and hit the back, which...wasn't a truck, but a ( Read more... ) -
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Zelda has an appointment with her doctor this afternoon. A simple check-up, so he's not all that worried and feels fine about letting her attend along. Chase works at a non-stop pace until well after two in the afternoon, planning to take a late lunch so he can visit with Gregory ( Read more... ) -
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Chase can't help but feel a little relieved after looking over the new patient's chart. This is what he can do, what he's used to. Not wizards, vampires, or superheros. Just regular wounds ( Read more... ) -
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Edward was one of the few people allowed in to see Cassie since she'd been moved to a new room and while he'd had to practically throw out the intern (Dr. Stevens, he thought), he did manage to get some alone time with Cassie.
"How are you feeling, Cass?" he asked, slipping bonelessly into the chair near her bedside. "Lonely?" -
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The fucking windshield doesn't fucking shatter when the goddamn bullet hits it. Kind of stars out, but no shatter. Of all the fucking things to notice when there's a goddamn bullet in his arm, Dignam picks the fucking windshield. Not the fucking brick wall right in front of him, oh no, that'd be fucking smart. The goddamn airbag goes off in his ( Read more... ) -
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Brenda wakes early enough to get the kids dressed and off to school. Liz drives them, of course, and makes Brenda promise yet again to call the moment she's gone into labor ( Read more... )