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| NothingElseMatters | September 12, 2012, 8:30 pm Post #31 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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I just read through the entire story to check I was still on the right track and came across your comment again Nora: "forgot Travis.. I know that there was James.. in spirit and semen! so fuck off Travis" You crack me up girl
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| NothingElseMatters | September 13, 2012, 12:08 am Post #32 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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CHAPTER 6 Sunday 9 August, 1992 Montreal, Canada I stretched out languidly in the warm, Montreal sunshine, my whole body relishing the goodness of the gentle summer breeze. My novel lay discarded by my side as I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses, too lazy to bother doing anything except to lay back, relax and enjoy the late afternoon sun. I listened to the noises of the park around me as I reclined on the grass, my hands clasped tightly behind my head in a makeshift pillow. Birds chirped merrily as they flitted about the trees. A group of friends laughed and teased one another, their game of football becoming increasingly silly. Children called out to one another in delightful French accents as they played together innocently in the fresh summer grass. I sighed blissfully. This was the life. I had everything I needed – endless sunshine, a trashy romance novel and the alluring delights of a brand new city. Now all I need is a tall, sexy man to be lying in my arms, gazing at me adoringly as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Preferably a rock star with stunning blue eyes and a heart-stopping smile. I grinned to myself as James’ face flashed through my mind. Last night’s shift had been completely unbelievable. What a way to start a new job! I squirmed with delight as I recounted our conversation. “You know what? I’m kind of glad your asshole boyfriend torched your tickets. Cos otherwise you wouldn’t be here, and then I wouldn’t have met you.” I shivered despite the balmy afternoon sun, my insides dancing together gleefully. I couldn’t wait to tell Rach. Amazingly, I’d managed to talk my way out of too much trouble with Mark. Because it had been such a quiet night I’d been able to spin a line about “spending quality one-on-one time with my patient” or some other such nonsense – thankfully Mark had chosen to believe me, or more likely, had simply decided to let me off the hook. Either way, I’d escaped any major talking-to, keeping the young doctor distracted as I badgered him with questions about third-degree burns. Mark had left shortly after, his beeper this time fastened securely to his belt. Once I was alone, I’d immediately poked my head into James’ room, disappointment flooding through me when I discovered he was asleep. A deep frown caressed his brow as he slept, the initial shock of his accident wearing off as he began to suffer through the relentless agony of his charred, scorched skin. By the time my shift ended he was almost beside himself with pain, the attending doctor choosing to sedate him with morphine until he was practically comatose and totally unable to hold a conversation. I didn’t get another chance to speak to him before I was ushered out the door by the next shift of nurses. I smiled to myself in the sunshine despite the somewhat sinister circumstances surrounding James’ health. What an incredibly strong, brave, amazing man, I thought to myself giddily, not for the first time that day. I lay quietly on the grass, intermittently reading my book as I watched the sun set slowly over the trees. My thoughts flitted about haphazardly and I found myself pondering over Travis. James was right. Travis WAS an asshole. But at the end of the day, he’s still my boyfriend, I argued to myself. I can’t just write off 5 years of my life after one nasty argument. But what about James? Weren’t you just moments away from kissing him last night? I grimaced to myself as the memory came flashing back to me. God, that could have been embarrassing. What the hell was I thinking? You can’t just go around necking any hot guy who shows you some empathy, Lucy. Still, it was nice to have that kind of attention again. Travis hadn’t spoken to me like that in years. I looked down at my hands as I imagined them being gripped by James’ long, masculine fingers. I sighed. Travis and I needed to talk. Ignoring each other was not going to make the problem go away. When the last of the sun disappeared over the horizon I reluctantly gathered my things and started heading back towards the apartment, my decision firm. Travis and I were going to sort this mess out. Tonight. I glanced at my watch as I unlocked the front door. 7.00 pm. I quickly counted the hours on my fingers. That means it’s about 9.00 am in Australia, give or take half an hour. Perfect. I headed for the telephone, dumping my book and sunglasses on the hall table as I marched purposefully through the apartment. I tapped my fingers restlessly as I listened to the burr of the phone line in my ear. C’mon Rach...the phone rang twice…three times…four… “Hi, this is Rachele! Leave a message!” I bit my lip as Rach’s answering machine picked up, her oh-so-familiar voice instantly filling my eyes with tears. Oh God, I miss her so much… “Rach, you hussy,” I blinked back my tears. “Where the fuck are you? Ring me.” I rattled off my new, impossibly long phone number, pausing every few digits to check its accuracy. Replacing the receiver despondently, I turned my head to see Travis standing in the doorway, his eyes skimming over my skimpy denim cut-offs. “Hi.” I said tentatively, risking a small smile. “How are you?” It felt weird asking him how he was. It was like he was a stranger. “Hi.” He ran his fingers through his short, blond hair. “I’m ok, thanks. You?” His words were forced and completely devoid of emotion. “Yep, good thanks.” We were painfully polite with one another as we darted around the conversation. We clearly had no idea how to talk to each other anymore. It’s just so BIZARRE now… “Drink?” Travis was rummaging around in the fridge, his back toward me. God yes. Anything to make this less awkward. “Thanks, that’d be nice.” I smiled at Travis as he handed me the icy cold beer. “So…” I trailed off, lost for words. Travis stared at me expectantly. “Should we, uh…talk?” I noticed a hint of uncertainty crossing Travis’ face. “Uh…yeah, if you want to.” His eyes blinked rapidly behind his glasses as he hesitantly sat down at the kitchen table. I followed his lead and sat across from him, my heart pounding nervously. “Um. Well. I, uh…I guess we should start with Monday night…” I began, tracing my fingers across the patterns in the table, the old, knotted timber forming delicate swirls and waves. “What about it?” Travis’ tone was impassive. “You’re kidding me, right?” I stared at him incredulously. “You don’t think hitting me, then setting my concert tickets on fire, was just slightly out of line?” “You don’t think calling me James was just slightly out of line?” Travis shot back heatedly. “Actually, yes, I do! And I apologised for that!” My voice started getting louder, a familiar anger resonating in my chest. “And it didn’t mean anything, anyway!” I lied, crossing my fingers under the table. “I find that hard to believe, Lucy.” “Travis…” I shook my head angrily. Why did it always end up like this? Why, why, WHY? “Your reaction was completely over the top, and totally unreasonable. As I tried to explain to you that night, I ran into James Hetfield when I went to the bathroom. I was star-struck. He was on my mind. That’s all there is to it!” “Bullshit, Lucy! Your obsession with that band is totally out of control! Why can’t you see that?” I pushed my chair back, beyond furious. “THAT STILL DOESN’T EXCUSE WHAT YOU DID TO ME!” I screamed at him, tears of anger and frustration coursing down my cheeks. “YOU CAN’T JUST HIT ME AND THINK I’M GOING TO BE OKAY WITH THAT!” I slammed my hand down on the table, our now-forgotten beers wobbling unsteadily. I took a deep breath, struggling to regain my composure. “You know what? I actually met James properly last night, at the hospital. I told him what had happened. He thinks you’re an asshole.” I pointed my finger at Travis, shaking with fury. Travis snorted. “I really don’t give a fuck what he thinks.” “Unlike you, he’s a genuine, charming, considerate man. He talked to me. He listened to what I had to say. He held my hand while I fucking CRIED, Travis. Do you realise how GOOD that felt? To have someone treat me like a normal human being?” I shook my head. “You know what? It didn’t just feel good. It felt fucking amazing. It felt like I actually meant something to someone, and I haven’t felt like that in a really, really long time.” “What a load of shit. In a few days he’ll go back to his normal rock n’ roll lifestyle and won’t even give you a second thought. He’s the lead singer of the world’s biggest metal band, Lucy. He fucks anything with tits and a heartbeat. A naïve Australian girl with an average body and an even more average face is not going to stop him in his tracks.” I closed my eyes as Travis’ hurtful words drove deep into my heart. Fuck you, asswipe. FUCK YOU. I stood up, realising with amazement that a deep sense of serenity had washed over me, my anger now gone. “I can’t do this anymore.” I stared down at him blankly. “Can’t do what anymore?” “Us. You and me. It’s over, Travis. We’re finished.” I exhaled a long, shaky breath. I did it. I finally fucking did it. I’m...free. Silence filled the air as Travis glared back at me, his mouth set in a grim, straight line. Without a word, he stood up, grabbed his beer and strode angrily from the room. Seconds later, the front door slammed loudly, the apartment windows shaking. Good riddance. I picked up my beer and calmly headed for the bedroom. Good fucking riddance. *** I lay quietly in the darkness, sleep evading me. It’s over. Five years of my life. Done. My eyes flicked gently over the shadows as I gazed around the bedroom, restless, my body unable to find a comfortable position. I felt...different. Several hours of quiet contemplation had left me feeling relieved, definitely, yet somewhat saddened at the same time. Five years. All over. It’s a good thing, Lucy. He’s an abusive, manipulative prick who deserves nothing less than a lifetime of misery. Fuck him. I sighed, frustrated with my conflicting emotions. My eyes landed on my cd walkman lying idly next to the bed. Music, I thought suddenly, sitting up. I need music. I leant down and grabbed the walkman, pressing ‘play’ before I even had my headphones on. Settling back down into bed, I felt a familiar wave of peace come over me as I closed my eyes to the opening riffs that I knew so well. My life suffocates, planting seeds of hate... James’ voice ricocheted through me as I pictured his sweet, caring, gorgeous face. I've loved, turned to hate, trapped far beyond my fate... I sighed, his growling vocals speeding up my heart and making my stomach twist in a fit of carnal desire. He’s so...amazing, I thought, smiling to myself. I give, you take, this life that I forsake... I felt a tiny flame alight within me as I remembered our flirty exchange and the way he’d looked at me with his blue eyes sparkling, his mouth twisted into a cheeky, heart-stopping grin. A gentle tingle in my crotch made me shift edgily in bed. Been cheated of my youth, you turned this lie to truth... A loud bang echoed suddenly throughout the apartment. I jumped, startled. What the fuck was that? I frowned and pulled off my headphones, my ears straining desperately. A second bang, this one louder than the first. I sat bolt upright, my heart pounding nervously. “Lucy?” I breathed a shaky sigh of relief. It was only Travis. “Luce?” Travis’ voice came pleading through the bedroom door. “Are you awake?” I sighed, shaking my head with annoyance. What the fuck does he want? “What is it, Travis?” “Can I come in?” I glanced at the clock, exasperated. “For God’s sake, it’s three forty-five in the morning! Go to sleep.” Silence. I laid back down, relieved. “Luuuuuuuuuuccccyyyyyyyyyy...” I rolled my eyes as Travis’ voice whined loudly through the apartment. Oh, for fuck’s sake. He’s drunk. I ignored him, hoping he’d go away. “Luce?” The bedroom door opened slightly as Travis poked his head in. “I want to talk to you.” “Go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” I turned my back towards him as I reached for my headphones. Go away. Let me be alone with James, where everything is amazing and wonderful... “C’mon Luce...” I sighed loudly, discarding my headphones as I felt Travis sit down on the bed behind me. “Just talk to me.” “No.” “Please?” “No.” “C’mon Luce...don’t be like that.” I jumped slightly as Travis trailed his fingers softly down my arm. He paused. “I...I don’t want you to leave me.” I rolled over to face him, surprised. “What?” Where is this coming from? “I feel really bad.” I raised my eyebrow as Travis laid himself down next to me, a remorseful look in his eyes. “Please don’t leave me…” He gently circled his fingers along my thigh, caressing my skin. I frowned as my stomach clenched, his touch igniting an all too familiar flame. He knows I like it when he does that. “I love you, Lucy…don’t you love me?” Oh, fuck. Don’t say shit like that. “Travis…” My heart sank as I gazed into his hazy, puppy dog eyes. “It’s just not the same anymore.” And stop looking at me like that, too. “You’re so beautiful, Lucy…” I shut my eyes. Don’t let him get to you. He’s an asshole, remember? “You’re everything to me,” he whispered, gently pulling me into his embrace. Oh, God…it feels so familiar…so normal… “Travis…” My heart was beating hard against my ribs. I didn’t want this, but my body was trying to convince me otherwise. “Baby…I love you…let me love you…” Travis’ voice tugged at my heartstrings. I bit my lip as I felt his hand slide up under my t-shirt, his fingers gently caressing my breasts, my nipples becoming hard under his touch. Stop it, Lucy. You don’t want this. Oh, but you do, whispered my libido. I moaned softly as Travis gently pressed his lips against mine. His kiss was slow and sensual, stirring up a tidal wave of emotion within me. “Travis…” I murmured, my lips savouring his sweet, gentle caress. “Don’t…” “Yes, baby...” Travis’ hand slid slowly down my belly, leaving a trail of fire behind on my skin. “C’mon…for old time’s sake…” Desire shot through me as his fingers began caressing my clit through my underwear. Why was I letting him do this? Because it feels amazing. “Travis...let’s not do this…it’s going to make everything weird…” I gasped loudly as Travis slid his hand into my underwear, his fingers searching gently for my wetness. “You know you want to…” Travis’ fingers slid in and out of me with a familiar dexterity. “You’re so wet…you want me inside of you, don’t you?” “No.” Yes. “Yes you do. I can tell.” Travis voice was husky with desire. He began to unzip his jeans with his free hand, his fingers still busily caressing me, rubbing me, probing me. I pushed myself against his hand, relishing in his newfound tenderness. Why wasn’t he like this before? “I know you want it…” Travis was on top of me, his knees pushing against my legs, giving him access. “I don’t…” I murmured half-heartedly, biting my lip. “Yes you do…” he whispered, pulling my underwear to the side. “You always want it…” I moaned quietly as the tip of his cock teased my wet, waiting pussy. “You’re a whore, Lucy…” I gasped as he pushed himself deep inside of me. Whore? “….a filthy little slut…” Travis started to thrust, his voice barely audible. “…a cheap, dirty whore…” A surge of fury shot through me, my carnal desire extinguished. You fucking dick. “Get off. You’ve ruined it,” I fumed, pushing on his chest. Travis ignored me as he continued to move, his breath quickening as he found his rhythm. “C’mon baby…fuck me…fuck me like the little whore that you are…” “Don’t call me a whore!” I hissed, shoving him angrily. “Travis, get off!” I began to thrash under his weight, determined to make him move. Travis’ pace increased, his breath coming in heaving gasps. “Fuck me, whore.” Oh, is that the game you’re playing, is it? Well... “James!” I moaned suddenly. “Oh, James, yes, your cock feels so good!” Travis stopped moving. “James, oh, god, James, fuck me, fuck me harder!” I moaned loudly as I watched Travis’ face contort with anger. “You bitch…” he snarled, still hovering above me, his hips stilled. “JAMES!” I screamed, enjoying the reaction. “Oh, God, Hetfield, you’re amazing!” “SHUT UP!” Travis yelled, pulling out of me. He shoved me roughly to the side, his mouth twisted with fury. “Oh, don’t stop, James…” I breathed, smirking in delight. Too far, Lucy. “YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Travis yelled, his eyes flashing heatedly as he grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him. “YOU’RE A FUCKING BITCH!” Travis’ hand slammed hard against the side of my head, the room dancing about wildly as I tumbled off the bed and onto the floor. “YOU’RE A SLUT! A STUPID, UGLY SLUT!” I squeezed my eyes shut as Travis pulled me roughly to my feet, then sent me crashing into the wardrobe door. I hit the hard, wooden surface with remarkable force, my legs giving out from underneath me as I wavered on the edge of consciousness. Stay awake, Lucy... “Travis...don’t do this...” I begged, my voice shaking with fear. “YOU’RE A WHORE, LUCY! NO ONE WILL EVER WANT YOU! YOU’RE A DIRTY, FILTHY, SICK LITTLE WHORE!” Again I was pulled roughly to my feet. I sagged against Travis, my energy spent, then tensed again as I felt myself being flung wildly against the wall. The side of my head connected with a sickening crack and I felt myself begin to slip into darkness...deep, welcoming, enveloping darkness... Stay awake! I concentrated on taking deep, stabling breaths as I slumped at Travis’ feet, desperately fighting the shadows that threatened to cloak my mind. “Don’t fuck with me, Lucy,” Travis’ voice was low and steady, sending chills through my battered, aching body. “You won’t win.” He stepped over me, his knee bumping roughly into my shoulder as he passed. I kept my head down, avoiding his gaze. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Travis staring down at me, assessing me, scrutinizing me. I held my breath as he stood over me, his chest still heaving. Drink up, shoot in, let the beatings begin... “Fucking bitch...” he muttered. With that he left, slamming the door behind him. Distributor of pain, your loss becomes my gain... My cloudy mind gradually began to clear as I listened to my deep, heaving breaths. I stared into the darkness, dumbfounded. Did that really just happen? I continued to sit motionless until I was sure Travis wasn’t coming back. Whether he’d fallen asleep or whether he’d left the apartment all together, I didn’t care. As long as he wasn’t around me. Careful not to make any noise, I carefully pulled myself to my feet and stood awkwardly in my underwear, unsure of my next move. Leave. Leave now, Lucy. Get the fuck out there and don’t look back. I stared around the room, panicked. What the fuck do I take with me? I hurriedly grabbed my backpack and started shoving in any random clothes off the floor. It doesn’t matter what you take. Just leave. Pulling on my shorts and t-shirt from earlier, I quickly zipped up my bag and slipped furtively out the door. I shoved my feet into my sneakers and silently hurried towards the living room, my blood pumping furiously as I hesitantly poked my head around the doorway. Travis lay motionless on the couch, his face buried in the cushions, stifling his snores. I hope he fucking suffocates, I thought as I scrabbled through the coffee table drawer. I finally located the heavy, square box I had been searching for and hurriedly stuffed it into my backpack. As I straightened up I spotted Travis’ wallet lying idly on the floor. I only hesitated a second before I leant over and quickly snatched it up, somewhat delighted to find almost $200 in cash sitting inside. I quickly pocketed it, my heart pounding with nerves, my eyes continually trained on Travis. He didn’t move. He was out cold. I took one last look around the apartment as I stood at the front door, my arms clutched tightly around my backpack. Goodbye, Travis. I hope you rot in hell. I quietly shut the door behind me and began jogging into the darkness, my destination unknown. To be continued... Edited by NothingElseMatters, September 23, 2012, 11:20 am.
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| Verde Manzanita | September 13, 2012, 3:52 am Post #33 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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This was amazing. Not only the way you write but the whole plot and way you are describing everything, specially Lucy and her troubles. First of all, Travis is an asshole and he deserves to be killed in the most painful way (no man that hits and rapes a woman deserves anything better than that, I think, even if this sounds bad). Second, she must leave, NOW, and find her friend, and of course tell James what happened. And third, the fic is really great, vert beautiful and well written, so I'll be always asking for more. MORE!
Edited by Verde Manzanita, September 14, 2012, 8:08 am.
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| lusy_orion | September 13, 2012, 6:14 am Post #34 |
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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Wow..this is just...wow..amazing... Travis...the first thought that cross my mind while I was reading this is anger...pure anger..I got the urge to take a baseball bat and kill that fucker with it... and Lucy..she needs to leave him,get away from that monster..and I really think she needs to talk to someone ,she can't keep that inside her,no matter how hard and shameful those thing are... and i'm really hoping that she'll talk to James.. Well...now the only thing i want is...MORE!!! |
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| NothingElseMatters | September 14, 2012, 8:01 am Post #35 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Thanks girls, so glad you're enjoying it I'm having so much fun writing it! |
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| Shayniz21 | September 14, 2012, 2:58 pm Post #36 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Im so glad she left. I can't believe Travis did that. I love this story! |
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| I_Disappear | September 15, 2012, 7:36 pm Post #37 |
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Blackened
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Omg that bastard!!! I hope he does more then just rotting in hell! You are amazing at portraying feelings and evoking feelings within the reader. I'm so riled up right now I could beat Travis myself. Just read this whole fic and it is incredible! Please update again soon. |
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| NothingElseMatters | September 16, 2012, 3:46 pm Post #38 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Shay and Bee - thank you so much! I've been reading your Orion fic and absolutely LOVING IT!!! (Oh my God, the sex scene with Lars ...DEAD. ) So you girls are nurses too? There seems to be a few of us lurking around these boards Hoping to be able to update again within the next day or so...the next chapter is almost done and I've written parts of the chapter after that too. I can't wait to share it with you all! Soon, my pretties...soon ![]() Thanks again for your support, girls!
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| Shayniz21 | September 16, 2012, 4:17 pm Post #39 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Glad your liking the orion fic! Im a nurse aide but im in school for my RN. Im gonna go all the way and get my masters. Right now im working in hospice care and Bee really works at Hershey Med as inpatient admissions. Cant wait for the update! |
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| I_Disappear | September 16, 2012, 4:23 pm Post #40 |
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Thank you so much for reading our fic! It's a real honor to know an amazing writer such as yourself reads our fic let alone is enjoying our fic. All the credit for the sex scenes goes to Shay. She really out did herself in those scenes. She has amazing talent and it's been a joy to work with her on Orion. Sadly, I am not a nurse BUT I do work in a hospital. I work in the Emergency Room. I'm the person who checks patients in and gets their info and insurance. Shay is a nurse though. She works for a hospice company which amazes me. There is no way I could do her job. Waiting for you to update is killing me but I shall continue to wait. Your fic is amazing and keeps me on my toes. Can't wait to see what you have in store for us in your next update!! |
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| NothingElseMatters | September 16, 2012, 7:43 pm Post #41 |
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WOOOO!!! NURSES RULE!!!! :horns2 Oh my God, you're going to go all the way through to your masters, that's amazing - I admire such determination, as soon as my RN is done I AM OUT OF THERE! I'm almost finished...the light is at the end of the tunnel... |
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| NothingElseMatters | September 16, 2012, 8:02 pm Post #42 |
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I really admire the girls who do the admissions in emergency, they're efficient, professional and they ALWAYS keep calm despite the fact that they come across all kinds of people in all kinds of states - like some crazy old man with no teeth yelling at them or something ![]() |
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| I_Disappear | September 16, 2012, 9:55 pm Post #43 |
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Blackened
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It's hard to keep calm sometimes but I manage. I do see some crazy stuff but it always leads to crazy stories when I get home! Lol. I have to say I love the nurses I work with. They are always so nice and always so willing to help me out when the situation gets bad. I definitely appreciate the nurses.... They keep me sane. Well, somewhat sane ![]() Haven't had any toothless man yell at me yet but I have had a guy ask me to touch his colostomy bag before lol |
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| NothingElseMatters | September 18, 2012, 9:54 am Post #44 |
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Hahahaha, colostomy bags...gross Oh, the stories I could tell (but won't) ![]() Finally finished the next chapter. Big thanks to everyone for reading and/or commenting! You guys rule! CHAPTER 7 Monday 10 August Montreal, Canada “...A sold-out heavy-metal concert in Montreal turned into riots on Saturday night after W. Axl Rose, the lead singer of Guns n' Roses, called his band off the stage 55 minutes into the show, complaining of voice problems. “Earlier in the concert, which was at Olympic Stadium, Metallica cut short its performance after James Hetfield, the band’s lead singer, suffered second- and third-degree burns to his face, arms and hands when he accidently stepped into a 12-foot pyrotechnics prop. He was taken to Montreal General Hospital where he is currently undergoing treatment. “A concert in Toronto has been postponed because of Mr. Hetfield's injuries. Guns 'n' Roses, Metallica and a third band, Faith No More, are on a 24-city tour…” I blinked at the newspaper, stunned. Riots? How the hell did I miss that? I silently thanked the hand of fate for the bizarre turn of events in my life that had led me to miss the concert – while there were certain incidents during the last few days that I would much rather forget, I had not only escaped the chaos of being caught up in a riot in an unfamiliar city but I had also met a wonderful, incredible, amazing man, one that took my breath away and made my insides turn to jelly. I shook my head. It’s funny how life turns out. I gently blew on my too-hot coffee as I silently scanned the article. My eyes locked on the grainy black and white picture of James which I immediately recognized as a tour photo from a few years back. It was a personal favourite of mine – his glorious body shirtless, legs clad in tight black jeans, long hair flowing, his “MORE BEER!” Gibson Explorer slung low about his hips, his eyes alive with excitement and a dirty, fuck-me-now grin lighting up his face. Drool. The thought of James made my heart lift despite my otherwise shitty mood. I was due back at the hospital in a few short hours and the anticipation of seeing him again was the only thing keeping me going. I felt like crap – angry, confused and thoroughly exhausted. I was desperate for a shower and I still had no idea where I was going to stay now that I’d finally walked out on Travis. The only glimmer of sunshine in my otherwise bleak existence was the fact that I’d soon be basking in the company of a gorgeous, fascinating man. After I’d left the apartment I’d spent a good hour or so simply wandering the streets, my head spinning. I’d eventually come across a tiny little coffee shop, open early to attract the super-keen business associates before they left for their out-of-town conferences and corporate meetings. It was a sweet little place, with mismatched furniture and a warm, homely feel, and it provided me with welcome refuge while I passed the time, waiting for my shift to start at the hospital. A Louis Armstrong record played in the background, the soulful jazz music soothing my rattled nerves as I sat quietly in the corner drinking endless cups of coffee and enjoying the peaceful morning atmosphere. At least I won’t fall asleep mid-shift, I thought to myself. I’ve drunk enough coffee to stay awake for a month. “Morning, Lucy.” I jumped, startled, my coffee flying out of my hands and all over the table in front of me. The hot black liquid spread slowly across the newspaper, James’ face disappearing as the pages soon turned into a wet, sodden mess. Mark stood in front of me in a crisp blue shirt and tie, looking impossibly fresh and awake for such an insane hour of the morning. “Hi.” I swallowed nervously as I glanced up at the young, handsome doctor. I hastily straightened my t-shirt and ran my fingers through my messy, knotted hair. I knew I looked like shit. “You’re up early.” Mark flashed me a heart-melting smile. “Are you on the morning shift?” He scanned his eyes over my somewhat skimpy summer outfit, a questioning look on his face. “Uh, yeah, I am,” I grinned foolishly as I crossed my arms, attempting to cover my over-exposed cleavage. “Just, uh…couldn’t sleep.” “Ugh. I hate it when that happens.” Mark gestured to the empty chair across from me. “Mind if I join you? Breakfast’s on me. Consider it a peace offering for scaring you.” Mark nodded towards the soaked newspaper in front of me, grinning. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Uh, sure. Of course. Thanks.” I hastily bundled up the newspaper and pushed it to one side. That’s nice of him. I still wasn’t sure what to make of Mark. He seemed like a sweet guy but he’d been pretty irritated when he’d discovered me lusting over James on Saturday night. I was slightly intimidated by him, yet also, to some extent, a little intrigued. “So how are you liking Montreal so far?” Mark sat down across from me, his long legs folding under the table gracefully. “It’s gorgeous,” I replied instantly, turning my head to gaze out the window. “I can’t wait to go exploring.” I watched quietly as the city gently came to life, the early morning sun rising quickly over the buildings. “Well, if you need a tour guide, let me know. I’d be happy to show you around.” Mark began digging into the giant plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. He smiled up at the sweet, young waitress as she poured our coffee, her face flushing as she melted under Mark’s gaze. She snuck a quick look at me as if sizing me up, her silent expression saying, “I wonder if that’s his girlfriend?” He’s all yours, sister, I thought, picking up my fork. I’ve got other plans. “So any chance there’s a spare uniform at work?” I asked Mark as I quickly devoured my breakfast. I’d gone through my backpack earlier and had been dismayed to discover that in my haste to leave, I’d managed to pack a bright red miniskirt, a mismatched pair of flip-flops, a somewhat filthy singlet that I’d worn on the day we moved in, one white sock, the top half of my bikini, a black, lacy g-string and – the only thing I was delighted about – my “Ride the Lightning” t-shirt . None of which was exactly appropriate for…well…anything, really. I silently thanked my last-minute decision to empty Travis’ wallet. That $200 will definitely help contribute towards a new wardrobe. Thanks, dickhead. “A spare uniform?” Mark glanced up at me, confused. “Sure. They keep some in the change rooms. You don’t have yours on you?” His eyes landed on the backpack beside me. “Uh…no. Laundry mishap.” I paused, thinking. “I’m assuming there’s also a staff shower I can use?” “Yeah, there is. No problem.” Mark stared at me quizzically. “Is…is everything ok?” I sighed. I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. Not with him, anyway. “Yes and no. It’s been an interesting few days, you could say. But I’m fine,” I added hurriedly, sensing Mark’s concern. “Just a bit disorganized.” I smiled as I stuffed the last of my breakfast in my mouth, closing my eyes in pleasure as I savoured the taste of smoked salmon and creamy hollandaise sauce. It was exactly what I needed. “Thanks, by the way. For breakfast.” I sat back, my stomach now full and content. “You’re welcome. Any time.” Mark pushed his now-empty plate away as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Should we get going?” We continued to chat mindlessly as we headed for the hospital, the fresh summer morning greeting us with an array of exciting sights and smells. I was surprised to find myself smiling as we walked along the streets, our footsteps keeping in time with another, our voices carrying loudly as we gossiped idly about anything and everything. He really was a lovely guy. I felt myself warming towards him as he talked about himself, describing his hobbies, his favourite foods and his decision to become a doctor. “…I realized that I had this tolerance towards blood and body parts and all that gross stuff that most people can’t stand,” he explained, gesturing with his hands animatedly. “And that I not only tolerated it, but I found it incredibly fascinating. I had to use this. So I went to med school. Best decision I ever made.” “That’s awesome,” I grinned. “I know exactly what you mean. It’s like it’s a calling or something.” “Exactly!” Mark grinned back at me, nodding with enthusiasm. He stopped short as we reached the hospital entrance, a troubled look gracing his handsome, young face. “Um…listen, are you sure you’re ok? You seemed a bit…out of sorts at the cafe.” He tapped me gently on the shoulder. “If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know, ok?” His worried eyes stared at me, a deep, concerned frown etched across his normally smooth brow. I was touched by Mark’s concern. “Thanks,” I replied, genuinely grateful. “You’ve been a big help already.” We parted ways, Mark turning back to wave at me as he disappeared towards the Trauma Unit. I caught the stares of several female staff as I headed for the showers, their eyes filled with jealousy. If looks could kill, I thought to myself wryly. Not a great way to make friends, mind you. The shower was hot and soothing and I felt like a new woman as I towel-dried my hair and pulled it back into a sensible, no-fuss ponytail. I quickly found the spare uniforms and hurriedly got dressed, anticipation building in my stomach as I realized I was only minutes away from seeing James. I felt like a school girl as I danced about happily, an excited grin plastered on my face. Sweet, sexy, amazing, gorgeous James. My heart started thumping nervously as I entered the ward, my feet moving slower than I wanted them to as I silently approached the nurses’ station, butterflies dancing anxiously in my belly. I smiled at the ward clerk, already seated at the desk, deftly reaching across her to pick up a copy of the patient handover sheet. Hetfield, Hetfield…I scanned the sheet, looking for James’ name. Where is it? I frowned, confused. “Is this everyone?” I asked, turning over the page. Still no Hetfield. What the hell is going on? “Yep. Small list today.” The ward clerk smiled up at me as I again ran my eyes over the page in front of me. Room 12. That’s where he was on Saturday. I glanced at the name. Watson, K. I blinked. Who the fuck is K Watson? I shut my eyes as a sinking feeling started washing over me. Oh, no. No, no, no… “Um…you know that musician who was here on Saturday?” A tightness began gathering in my chest. “The guy who got burnt?” I held my breath, nervous. Oh God, please don’t say it. Please. She nodded. “James. Yeah. Discharged himself last night, apparently.” She grinned up at me. “Fucking hot, wasn’t he?” I sank slowly into the nearest desk chair, my heart filled with a deep, crushing sadness. He’s gone. I can’t believe it. I bit my lip as his face flashed into my mind, his blue eyes sparkling. He didn’t even hang around long enough to say goodbye. I knew I’d never see him again. Well, not in person, anyway. In the blink of an eye, he’d exploded into my life, completely bamboozled me with his kind, caring words and utterly gorgeous face, and now he was gone. Just like that. I held my hand to my forehead, my mind struggling to catch up with my emotions. Travis had been right: “…. in a few days he’ll go back to his normal rock n’ roll lifestyle and won’t even give you a second thought…” A desolate feeling of loneliness ran deeply through my veins. I guess he didn’t like me after all. “Lucy! Feeling better after a shower?” Mark breezed past me as I slowly raised my eyes to take in the atmosphere of the ward. I gave him a slow, sad smile. “Yeah. Thanks.” I watched him bustle away quickly, his attention focused elsewhere. I stood up slowly, gathering my thoughts. There’s nothing you can do about it, Lucy. He’s gone. What did you really expect, anyway? I started gathering the files that I needed for my shift. That he’d stay here forever, simply so he could declare his undying love for you? I gave a shaky sigh as I headed down the corridor, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks. Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted to happen. Well, you’re an idiot, my rational side sneered. Remember what Travis said? “A naïve Australian girl with an average body and an even more average face is not going to stop him in his tracks”. How can that fucker be so wrong yet at the same time be so right? Fuck men. Fuck them all. I don’t need this shit. I tried to force myself to forget about James as I went through the motions of my work. I tended to my patients quickly and methodically, determined to get on with my day without the constant, nagging feeling that my life was slowly falling down around me. But it was useless. My thoughts jumped about chaotically, my heart heavy with sorrow. Travis. James. Travis. James. Travis. James… My shift felt like it went forever, the minutes dragging past endlessly despite me being almost constantly on the move. When it finally came to an end I trudged slowly towards the staff room, desperate to escape my melancholy thoughts and to rest my now-aching feet. Now what do I do? I asked myself as I pulled my purse from my locker. I had nowhere to go. No one to see. I sat down at the table despondently, my eyes landing on a pile of magazines stacked neatly in the center. Distracted, I pulled the top one towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the cover. It was an old copy of Kerrang!, the title of the magazine screaming out at me over the top of a glossy, professional photo of none other than Lars, Jason, Kirk and James, their faces cool and aloof as they stared stonily down the camera lens, their hands stuffed in the front pockets of their tight, black jeans. Oh, fucking hell. I dropped my head to my hands as tears ran furiously down my face, my shoulders shaking as I wept for Travis, for James, for Rachele and for home, but mostly, for myself. My body shuddered with short, jagged gaps as I continued to sob uncontrollably, the chaotic events of the last week finally catching up with me and leaving me feeling completely and utterly alone. I had nothing, and I had no one. I sat quietly in the staff room, wiping my tears away intermittently as each new wave of despair crashed down over me, my heart aching for some sort of comfort, some familiarity. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I even here? I thought of Rach and felt my heart sink even more. Maybe I should just leave. Maybe I should go home…home to Rach, home to my family, home to…normality. “Uh…Lucy?” I glanced up, sniffing. Mark was standing in the doorway, a worried frown creasing his brow. He gently made his way over to me, his face full of concern as he noticed my watery, red-rimmed eyes. “What’s going on?” he asked softly. I shook my head despondently. “Nothing.” “Are you sure?” Mark kept staring at me as I hastily swiped the tears from my sore, puffy cheeks. “I’m fine. I’m just…” I took a deep, shaky breath. “…homesick.” I dropped my eyes to my lap, embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment, gazing at me with an anxious, troubled expression. “Um…I wasn’t sure if you were still here or not.” He thrust a flat, square-shaped parcel into my hands, inconspicuously wrapped in plain brown paper. It was blank except for my name (just “Lucy” – no surname) and the hospital’s address scrawled messily in the center. “A courier dropped this off for you a few moments ago.” “For me?” I shook my head, confused. Who would send me a package? Mark looked on with curiosity as I slowly tore away at the paper, certain there had been a mistake. Inside, in perfect mint condition, was an original sealed vinyl record of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Freebird single. My mouth dropped open in surprise. I turned the record over to look at the cover and almost passed out in shock. It was autographed. I held the record up to the light, examining the signatures. No doubt about it - they were real. Holy shit. This must be worth thousands! I hastily discarded the rest of the paper, a small white card dropping out onto my lap as I tossed the wrapping to the ground. Lucy Just a little something to thank you for your kindness, your compassion, and most of all, your beautiful smile. I owe you one. Jaymz I stared at the card, stunned. No. Freaking. Way. A feeling of euphoria began to bubble violently in my belly as I turned the card over, my hands shaking wildly. P.S. This is my number in SF. Call me. A tiny squeak of astonishment escaped my lips as I gazed at the unfamiliar set of digits. HOLY FUCK! I’VE GOT JAMES HETFIELD’S PHONE NUMBER! “Are you ok?” Mark raised his eyebrows at me, his eyes wide. I nodded, speechless. I held the record tightly to my chest, my sadness from earlier now ancient history. He didn’t forget me after all! My face slowly broke into a massive, elated smile as I recalled the first line of Freebird… “If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?” Oh, James…my insides melted at the thoughtfulness of his gift. “It’s from that James guy, isn’t it?” Mark raised his chin, an unreadable expression on his face as I stared dreamily down at the card, re-reading the words over and over again. “Yeah…” I breathed, grinning insanely. I couldn’t give a fuck what Mark thought of James now. All I knew was that James hadn’t forgotten me and that he wanted me to call him. And he thinks I’ve got a beautiful smile! I flushed giddily, my insides clenching together in that all-too familiar feeling of lust, desire and utter jubilation that James somehow managed to evoke in me every time I thought of him. “Are you going to call him?” “Are you fucking kidding me?” I grinned at Mark cheekily as I stood up, my blood pumping excitedly through my veins. I saw Mark’s eyebrow rise slightly at my swearing. Oh, I could give less of a shit, I thought, bouncing about excitedly. “Of course I’m going to call him. I’m calling him right fucking now.” I quickly waved Mark goodbye as I hurried out the door, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs as I flew through the hospital corridors, the record and the card from James clenched closely to my chest. My mouth dried up as I spotted a payphone in the corner of the hospital’s main foyer. This is it. It’s all or nothing. With shaking hands, I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. I quickly slipped some coins into the slot and punched in the number, muttering the digits to myself as I read them slowly off the card. I closed my eyes, nervous as hell. It was ringing. To be continued... Edited by NothingElseMatters, September 18, 2012, 7:28 pm.
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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OMG...i was like ..then.. ..and then.. ..just pick up your phone Hetfield...please... ..and yes..i want MORE,MORE!!!
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really amazing story, you are such a great writer Nicole. You know how to describe the characters and their feelings... you know how to make it real for the reader. I LOVE IT.







I'm having so much fun writing it!
) So you girls are nurses too? There seems to be a few of us lurking around these boards 
WOOOO!!! NURSES RULE!!!! :horns2
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