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At first, it was touch. A brush of their hands by the sanitizer after a surgery; a bump of the shoulders as they went for the coffee machine; tripping over each other’s feet as they ran to get the last cookie from the Caduceus cafeteria (which, in the end, was taken by Justin). The murmured ‘oh, sorry!’s, the quiet chuckles that followed the contact brought them together. Then, it was words. “Don’t give in!” “Just a little more…” “We can save him, I know we can!” And they started to depend on each other during surgeries. A bond, initially formed in the ice and snow of Alask

                     December the Twentieth, 2021, Maria   I used to hate Christmas.   Back at the orphanage, we never got presents. We had a cake, a special lunch. That was all. The lights would start to flicker and the telly would break and it would just become this mess of screaming, crying kids who just wanted some love.   I helped put up the lights at the hospital as well brightly coloured tinsel but ultimately things that wouldn't get in the way. It all seemed a bit contrived, restricted, but at least we went through the motions of it. For the kids. Especially the kids.   I don't see the hospital too much with my specialty, b

   Tokyo is a place, yet it is not in Japan; at least not this Tokyo. No, this is the place of purity, of Light, and anything less is not permitted. Lucia feels tense, wringing her hands, yet tentatively, she manages to step forward; for in order to free their souls from the cage, she must pass these Trials. The first; morality. She knows the cost of failure and the thought alone makes her shiver. The carpet is a spotless, blinding white and before her a set of doors, wooden, ominous, looming over her as they are meant to. Withdrawing a pale hand from her cloak, she pulls at the iron knob and they open willingly enough. Again,

The sounds of the last lingering note faded away as the doorbell rang, snapping the pianist out of his reverie and erasing the almost dreamlike look on his face. He went to the door, rising sluggishly from the stool, to get his student, the petite girl who was standing quietly at the door. "Sabine." He greeted, allowing her in with a smile. The talent of the young girl was unquestionable, and indeed the child reminded him very much of himself at her age. Her mother, a quiet person who resembled her niece in many ways, had reluctantly paid for lessons. Although she was a good woman it was clear she thought that Sabine wasn't doing something

Medical Officer Gabe Cunningham stood out on the bridge in his usual spot to the right of the captain's chair, gazing on the currently-still expanse. He felt the whir of the engines beneath his feet and the sound of the beeping monitors, all showing the stats to perfect accuracy. How soon it would be before some idiotic ensign managed to get injured, he didn't know. Probably sooner than he'd think, knowing the recklessness of people on this ship. Hopefully Stiles would handle it – he was the CMO after all, and didn't have to delegate everything to less experienced crewmen. Gabe's expression contorted into that of a half-smile, just as th

She was only a resident, after all. Not worthy of him, a master surgeon only a year her senior. And he'd coped with so much… Liesel wasn't sure whether she could handle being just a resident yet, and he… he handled so much more every day. The prejudice, the pity, the hate – even after being released, some of it still continued for him. He still saved lives though; every hour, sometimes several people benefited from his work. And who was she, to dare to love her superior? Not only could it cause complications, wasn't it an insult to love a man who would still potentially be reeling from the events only a year ago now? "Liesel,