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[allegra v.a mancini]

ALLEGRA VALENCIA AILEEN MANCINI
IF I'M NOT BACK THIS TIME TOMORROW CARRY ON AS IF
NOTHING REALLY MATTER, NOTHING REALLY MATTERS TO ME
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There were many things that bothered Allegra Mancini. She hated it when things weren’t lined up on her desk perfectly, she didn’t like turtles, or when she is standing in a very long line for food or a certain caffeinated beverage and the person in front of her manages to still not have made a decision... She should be legally able to punch them in the throat. If you can’t make your decision within the twenty minutes you suffered through the damn line, she doubted that within the next twenty minutes of going, “Ooh, umm or I dunno,” you will be making a viable decision anyhow. To amplify her total hatred for the human race, she made a list when she was eleven, it consisted about five hundred things, including the previously mentioned. As much as she would like to believe, even the child psychologists who thought she was a sociopath, she did get annoyed and aggravated quite rapidly. Rage was something she felt, it might not be much, but it was something. Emotions were not her strong suit, they bothered her, their double meanings alluded her. Feelings complicated things far more than necessary. Say, for the sake of example, not that this actually occurred and took up four hours of her life in which she will never ever get back, that a new couple just had a new baby boy and circumcision was on the table. Now the mother was for circumcision, it was a flap of skin and said newborn was not going to remember the pain of its removal. The father, on the other hand, became nauseated and slightly high pitched when the discussion of how something sharp would be near his favorite appendage, he took it upon himself to become empathetic and subsequently passing out. Thus began (after said new (the coward) father was standing again) four hours of back and forth over a flap of skin that had no anatomical significance if it was removed or not. All because of emotions and ‘what would our son think?’ bull shit. Finally, Allegra just walked out of the room right when she was thinking about faking a page, but rather just walked out, no excuse behind her.

Currently to avoid more patient interactions, Allegra sat in the doctor’s lounge a few files in her hands. This was progress, she thought as she crossed her legs at the ankles, normally she would be here just to fuck around, read a magazine she didn’t care about such as the John Hopkins journal. The information in there was helpful, yes, but so pretentiously presented that she would scoff every few seconds. However, when someone walked into the room, she shuffled the files to the side, grabbing a glossy magazine with some famous-by-sex-tape pseudo celebrities. It was just some lowly medical professional that she wouldn’t bother to place into memory. Apparently Allegra was picked to be the welcome wagon for some new transfer doctor. The way welcome wagons were picked were the last doctor to be hired had to show around new transfers. Now Allegra had been working here for a while now, and new residents didn’t count. Stupid seniority, always getting in the way of her lazy, avoiding plans. “No, I don’t want to... I have important things to do.” Allegra spoke monotonously, lazily slipping through her magazine. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just trying to convey a sense of ‘fuck off, I don’t want to show around some snotty neurosurgical ass hat.’ But alas, her motives were being questioned yet again; things were simpler when she had a gun in her hand. That medical professional who was not on Allegra’s good side now, whom she will name Sheila, was now asking questions, “Like what?” And now she even began that hip grabbing, foot tapping thing some people did when they were waiting. How would that gesture make Allie speed up in answering Sheila? Exactly, and thus, Dr.Mancini took her sweet, gathering her words in a cautious manner,“Such as finding a diagnosis, finding a cure for some fatal disease and filling out this quiz that will help me find my inner goddess, important things, Sheila.” That should have been enough, Sheila should have left by now, leaving Allegra free to look over charts, she needed answers. But no, that was far too much to ask from nurse Sheila who doesn’t do much other than play solitaire on her computer.

And so with a slew of insults and sarcastic comments behind her, she was standing in the hallway awaiting the elevators. She had shrugged out of her white coat, Allie didn’t like the way the rough cotton felt on her bare arms, nor did she like the way people thought she gave a damn when she wore it. Soon, there was a small crowd all gathered for the same cabled transportation device. Oh no... she didn’t like crowds, much less a vast amount of humans in a small space. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her mp3 player, pushing the ear buds into her ears and pressed the touch screen to play a song. Oooh, It was ‘bohemian rhapsody,’ Queen did it right. She listened for a few seconds, awaiting for one of her favourite parts of the songs. Ah, there it is, Allie cleared her throat lightly before she started to sing, “Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he’s dead,” Her hand formed a gun, pointed to her temple as people began to vanish, opting for the stairs or just a whole different vestibule; excellent. She should have known better, being a doctor and a hospital, surrounded by sensitive people and well, death, but she didn’t want to share an elevator with people. Call her petty, but really, she didn’t want to be shoulder-to-shoulder with a nasty stranger. Now for the finishing touch, she began to dance, the most awkward of dances with odd hip popping and jerky hand movements. Mind you Allegra had been trained in ballroom dance and ballet, but right now, she had to dance like the stereotypical white man, including the way abnormally large caucasian males would make their hands in forms of gun and say ‘Pew pew.’ Oh yes, she ‘pew, pew’d’ as she continued to sing, “Mamaaaaa, life has juuuuust begun, but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away, Mamaaaaa, oooooooooohh, Didn’t mean to make you cry,” At this point, Allie began to fist pump, putting fake tanners to shame, straining her voice to attempt to further terrify people she didn’t know.

Eventually, after she completely diminished her medical credibility for the moment, the elevator arrived and as planned, Allegra stepped into it, alone. She smoothed the hem of her dress, bouncing a little in the elevator to the song. Arriving at the lobby of the hospital, she leaned against the reception desk, reaching over and grabbing the file about the new doctor, still listening to ‘bohemian rhapsody,’ at an unhealthy volume level. Instead of singing as though two cats were in heat, she sang under her breath, a soft pretty voice, not really paying attention at the looks she was getting. Memorizing the file immediately, she threw it back over the desk, turning on her heels to face this Emmett Salaris, also in the waiting area. How was she going to go about this? She should put a smile on her face, pause a little before speaking and then be a proverbial bitch, just in case he wasn’t as noble as he was in his file; here we go. Allie smiled, brushing some hair behind her ear as she looked down a bit before looking back up (oh, that was a nice touch, she should do that more often, it shows... well, it shows something, right? Some mindless feelings she wouldn’t bother with), “All right Sally, here is the deal: I have the unfortunate task of being your welcome wagon, and I have better things to do than be your guide at this god forsaken hell hole, so keep up because I’m going to go through everything once and if you get lost, well there is no hope for you as a human being, mmmkay?” She naturally paused, letting him gather his bearings, “Can we get a move on now, because I need to crack this one diagnosis because it has been bugging me for about forty eight hours now.” She said, completely satisfied with her little rants. She should master them, considering all of the people in the waiting room were hanging onto her every word, perhaps with a little fear in their eyes. This was good, she liked this.

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[emmett arturo salaris]

---The sound of an alarm clock’s job was to awaken the average human being, or at least temporarily interrupt their slumber while they smack around their nightstand aimlessly for a snooze button. For Emmett Salaris, it was just a reminder that he had to get up, but it never woke him up. He turned it off calmly, then laid back down in his bed, staring at the ceiling like he’d been doing the majority of the night. Ever since a few weeks ago when he’d been informed that the cancer had spread in his little sister, that it was worse, that the likelihood of her survival just plummeted immensely, well, he hadn’t been able to sleep, to relax, to feel normal—or at least as normal as he’d ever felt in his life time. All he could do was lay there and think about how young she was, how unfair it was, how if there really was some higher power, that it was surely out to get him. First his mother, now his father… there was no way in hell he was going to let fate, destiny, or whatever it was governing their existence to take his baby sister too. Sometimes he felt guilty, guilty for not staying the nights with her. She didn’t allow it though, especially last night since today was to be his first official day of work at the hospital. She didn’t want him being all sleepy eyed and giving them a bad first impression. “Dazzle them with your well-rested wits,” she’d chimed. Too bad he wouldn’t have slept no matter where he’d been last night. Who was he kidding? He rarely ever slept. At least he was used to the deprivation. It never affected him anymore, which was probably a good thing for a doctor who would be on call most of the time. Deciding Miah would be livid with him if he were even a millisecond late, Emmett got out of his bed and proceeded with his morning rituals: showering, brushing his teeth, mundane acts of the common human being. He wasn’t you average joe though. An accomplished neurosurgeon at the age of twenty-five? Not many guys out there could pull that off. Pride may be a sin, but it was one sin Emmett found worth baring. It was the one thing that would get him through the day. If people respected him, then he wouldn’t have to go through all the awkwardness that normally came when you added a socially inept genius to a room of other people who had been working in a particular environment a lot longer than he had. Hopefully there wouldn’t be much talking going on. Emmett was more of the suffer in silence type. People weren’t his thing. Trivial things like love and friendship and sadness and happiness… those weren’t his things either. They were foreign ideas to him.

---Driving to the hospital didn’t take long. It was a quiet morning, not many cars out, not a whole lot of people on the streets. It was a little annoying, in fact. Annoyance was one of the few things Emmett felt a lot. He really just had these urges to run all the red lights. There were no cops around, nobody going opposite of him on the green lights. God, it was infuriating. Couldn’t lights have sensors or something to know when they needed to switch instead of making the only man alive, or the only man who mattered, wait for five minutes before allowing him to go? Especially when every god forsaken light he came to happened to be red. He was tempted, extremely tempted. However, the idea of some asshole cop sitting around the corner, just waiting for him to do it made him hold back. If he was late, Miah would be angry. Furious. In some ways, she was like his older sister. She took care of him. Maybe more so than he took care of her. The thought of that stung him, and he shook his head violently. He was supposed to be the one looking out for her. He turned on the radio to avoid thinking any longer about things he couldn’t control. There was nothing good on, so he settled on some annoying, repetitive song that seemed to play every two seconds. Emmett couldn’t wait to get to work. It would make him all warm and fuzzy inside, figuratively of course, to finally be in his native habitat again. The hospital, surgery, patients… they all kept his mind off his own personal problems. Plus he’d be closer to Miah, which would be perfect because every moment he wasn’t with her he’d be too preoccupied to be bothered by it, and every few seconds he was free he could go check up on her. His mood brightened significantly as he pulled into the hospital’s reserved employee parking. Once inside, he found a receptionist, who then directed him to the chief of surgery. The man had him fill out some last minute papers, asked him a few more questions about New York and Columbia, exclaimed how extremely glad he was to have somebody of Emmett’s prestige in his hospital (as he damn well should), and sent him back down to the reception counter. Apparently some Dr. Mancini was to give him a tour. Dr. Mancini was praised as one of the brightest, somebody worth getting acquainted with, and somebody who new the hospital like the back of their hand. When he looked around for this “Dr. Mancini” upon arrival, he was confused to not see some wise old looking doctor waiting for him. Suddenly a woman turned around, and addressed him. She was beautiful, model material, in fact. She looked like she’d been pulled off the cover of a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. Blonde hair, blue yes, plump lips, an attractive figure—Emmett had never found himself so bewitched by a woman before.

---And then she opened her mouth. Sally? Wait—what? A girl was touring him? This Dr. Mancini was a woman who was probably younger than him, the same age at the oldest? What was she—some sort of intern? A nurse? Not to mention she didn’t really seem like the most welcoming of all people. ”Whoa, Blondie,” he spat out, ”You’re my tour guide? I was expecting somebody a little more… experienced.” He normally wasn’t so talkative to strangers, but you can just spring something like this Dr. Mancini on a guy and expect him to stay silent and play housewife or something. And then she was ready to get a move on. She rambled something of diagnostics. So was that her specialty? Guess he wasn’t the only brainiac running around this hospital. He shrugged, a rather expressionless look on his face, ”Lead the way, Princess,” he could feel the eyes in the waiting room burning hole into him, or maybe her… either way he was in the line of fire. He already knew the basics of the hospital from having been there with Miah, but he did, as much as he hated to admit it, need to be shown the things he hadn’t seen yet. This bothered him (there was that annoyance again) to have some fiery, know-it-all woman parading around and treating him like an idiot. Could she cut into a child’s head, towards the brain stem, and successfully remove an impossible tumor without any casualties, with the precision of God himself? His guess was no. He bit his tongue from saying anything for the time being, but he couldn’t help but blurt out, ”Why did they assign a little twat like yourself as the welcome wagon?” He didn’t really care, but it was a rather perplexing thought. Emmett would never have assigned her to tour the new guy if he was in charge. He had a feeling the chief of surgery was playing some prank on him when he said all those appraisals about this woman, he must have known she was a spitefire. The bastard was probably peeing himself in his office right now. Suddenly the name Mancini came to mind. It wasn’t often that a thirteen year old graduated from high school and you didn’t hear about it. Alison Mancini? No… it had been something more unique than that. Greek maybe? Andromeda? No, again. It didn’t sound right. The name came back to him quickly, Allegra. This hospital must have been a predator of the young and successful.

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[allegra v.a mancini]

ALLEGRA VALENCIA AILEEN MANCINI
IF I'M NOT BACK THIS TIME TOMORROW CARRY ON AS IF
NOTHING REALLY MATTER, NOTHING REALLY MATTERS TO ME
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Despite the fact that she always made her point of how much she hated this place, and how much she vocalized her disdain, it was always amusing being in the hospital, even with the ever-present smell of pine sol and failed diagnosis. Hell, in the amount of time Allegra had been in Valkyrie, ninety per cent of her time was spent in this very institution. She didn’t actually know why she even had a house to go to, not like she went there very often, she was working overtime lately; paperwork, research, undiagnosed patients. However, it was the last one that kept her up at night, this undying need to solve the puzzle presented in front of her. And so it was in pursuit of this unquenchable thirst that she was still at the hospital, it being her lowly day off, technically. It was only a ‘technically’ because she really was never ‘free’, she was, in theory, on call at all times. That was the glory of having an under-staffed hospital and with those extra hours of work she didn’t have to fake a bleak social life. It wasn’t as though Allegra minded, medicine was a great part of her life, the way she was able to find the solution to a stack of symptoms made her feel something. It was something she was naturally good at, something that gave meaning when all else failed.

Hell, with the shit she has done in the hospital, although her radical ways did save lives, she really wondered sometimes if she was human at all, of course you know, in the sense of emotions and all that shit people seemed to care for these days. Emotions were something that held most people back, made them hold their tongues, be polite and just overall boring. Emotion had no place in medicine perhaps that was the basis of its appeal, the lack of connection to be built to repair someone. To be able to fix a human being without knowing them, it was safer that way, a better approach to things if you were unable to heal in time, before the game was over. Time was a big factor in these games she played, sure it was a little inappropriate to call them games, but really, that was all her profession was, a game. Will she be able to figure out what was wrong with the person lying in the bed in front of her with a handful of symptoms, will she be able to get the right medication, and will she be able to treat whatever the hell was going on before it struck the organs? All these questions needed answers, but more importantly, Allegra Mancini needed answers. She needed the answers more than the patients; she’ll admit her selfishness if that got her what she wanted. And at the moment, she had one very perplexing case at hand.

But no matter how odd this puzzle of a patient she had, Allegra couldn’t work on the case at this very moment. Now that was something else that bothered her; not being able to crack a case at the moment of which she received it. It must be so very fun to be a fictional character, the likes of Dr. House, just so you can sit around for a week to solve one case. No, she didn’t have that luxury, she had patients to tend to, shuffling from the intensive care unit to the emergency room was no meagre accomplishment. She had out-patients also, asking for advice and what have you and as much as she wanted she couldn’t get away from her clinic hours as much as she would like. Sure House had to deal with that thing with Cuddy and how he’s deathly co-dependent on Wilson. But really, he had one case, one week and Allegra did not, which was quite unfair since she regularly gave back to society. It was a public service really when she would tell someone, “Hey, you have some disgusting growth, you should get someone who gives a rats ass to check it out.” Now if that wasn’t something noble, she didn’t know what was when it came to her profession. What she was doing at this very moment, however, this was far from nobility, she was playing tour guide to some new guy whom she doubted would stay for very long, “Ooh, Blondie, I’m sure you were hired for your creativity,” She nodded as she walked towards the elevators, and before she could press the ‘up’ button, the elevator was already there. That was always swell, but it would have been better if there wasn’t more people, especially her interns, or really her one nervous intern. Toby liked to shake in her presence, it would have bothered most people except she had little patience for the human race that his little tremors we almost cute. ”Tobias.” Allegra said with a nod as she stepped into the vestibule, she pressed the second level, intensive care. If she was assigned to be a guide, she will do her damnedest to show every single nook and cranny.

On any other day, or really if it were any other person other than some prodigal neurosurgeon, perhaps this wouldn’t be as painful as it should have been. But no, on a day which she was still playing a perfect game in intensive care (by the way, she still had some hours left in order to officially call it a perfect game and if it is ruined by this belligerent Italian boy, then by the power of Vishnu she was going to annihilate him.) and all but one file on her desk was left unsolved. Skills, people, she has them. “More experienced? bad move there, Judy,” pressing the bright red ‘emergency stop’, today was the wrong day to say anything about her medical experience. At this point, she was sure that Toby screamed a little, good, theatrics. Oh no, she was not going to be demeaned by a surgeon, another meathead who wielded a sharp metal blade and declared himself Big Guns upstairs. Not today, not ever. “You are just another scalpel jock, egotistical little brat with the God complex whereas I am the one who has to think about the possible reasons as to why they’re dying and to find suitable means to keep them out of the morgue.” She inhaled through her nose as Toby began to say something about holding up the elevators and some things he had to do, but Allegra bypassed those as she continued, “You are just another one of them, slice ‘em and dice ‘em idgits. You don’t care if they get better, you only care about your surgery stats, just as long as they don’t stiffen up on the table, you are good to go.” Exhaling rather rapidly (hmm, she was holding her breath, how peculiar.), Allie released the emergency on the elevator, to let the poor old cables do their thing, “Ooh Twat, now we’re having some progress...” She muttered, a smug smirk playing at her lips.

This was nice though, someone who wasn’t afraid to speak up... perhaps that was the problem with the last guy who left. It wasn’t an acclaimed neurosurgeon, Salaris just happened to be at the right place at the right time. No, the guy that left was just a just a lab tech, someone who did something that Allie lost her mind on. It wasn’t pretty, the damages were incredible. But since Dr. Mancini was an asset, it was written off; oh the perks of being special. “And to answer your question earlier, I would rather do fifty hours of clinic duty than to show you around. That and the last guy quit because I made him cry and apparently I owe Frank a favor...” She didn’t bother addressing the Chief of medicine and owner of the hospital; okay, that made her sound like a bad person, making a forty something get up and quit a nice job and income. He didn’t technically cry, mind you, just some tearing up, but he might as well have after Allegra was done. That made her sound worse, but she had an honest intention from it all. You see, it all happened when she needed a blood sample, and she got one. No problem right? Except this was the wrong blood sample, saying that her patient had outrageous levels of white blood cells, and she wasn’t an oncologist officially but the only option was to declare it as acute myeloid leukemia from the samples that were tested. At this point, Allegra was at the end of her rope when it came to patience, something that she had a small quota of to begin with, and after much searching and prodding and subsequent retesting, things still weren’t better. This isn’t like taking someone else’s order from a concession stand, a happy old mix up, no, this was a matter of fatal disease or anemia. And to add insult to injury, this wasn’t his first time fucking things up, he was a multiple offender. This was the big leagues, and thus, in her furious fashion, she might have broken things in the lab. computers, windows, vials, beakers... take that you incompetent dumb ass. But apparently Allegra overreacted and was momentarily suspended as Dr. jack-hole took his stuff home and submitted his two weeks. Whatever, she was still right, you can’t just mix things up like that.

As the elevator stabilized, she stepped off (Toby ran away.), her heels clicking against the tiled floor, ”I’ll give you the run-down of the ER at the end, but right now, we’re at the Intensive Care Unit, my ball park...” She spoke almost adoringly as she turned to her right, exiting the hall of elevators, heading towards the massive doors of the ICU, ”You coming, handsome?” Allegra smirked, rubbing her hands together with antibacterial liquid before pressing another red button to enter the facility.

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[emmett arturo salaris]

---If you were looking to have some fun, Emmett was definitely the last guy you should go looking for. The hospital, now this hospital, was the single place on earth he showed emotion when he wasn't with Miah. Yes, she brought out the best side of him. But so did the hospital. This place was his real home, the only place he truly felt that satisfying comfort most people enjoyed in a living room in front of a television watching Spongebob or some other garbage. Not Dr. Salaris, he was most himself inside these walls, emerged in the panic, the tears of joy, the ones of heartbreak, the disease, the mystery, the challenge. It brought out every human aspect in him, or at least as far as he was capable of displaying. Then again, other than the very few people he actually cared for, his patients were the next closest things he had to friends or family. He knew them more than anybody else he knew except for Miah and a few select friends. They knew him better than anybody but Miah. It was a mutual thing. He may not have been the most social cat in the crowd, but he was a hell of a doctor.

---It wasn't exactly that Emmett didn't want to be social. Well, now it was. He had zero interest anymore. He didn't intend on going through some cataclysmic butterfly change when he hid in a cacoon overnight and woke up a different person. No, he was content with who he was. Maybe he'd have been different if his IQ were down with the rest of his peers during his childhood. That was a part of it, surely. But the real fact was that Emmett had never had the opportunity to kick back and be a kid. He'd always been young, growing up faster than your average kid since he was always trying to keep up in maturity with the others he was actually attending school with. Emmett kept up with them, like he'd wanted to, but only at the price of his childhood innocence. And then when he was finally an adult, attending medical school, his mother died. He'd only been nineteen. He never even got the chance to go out and be on his own, to go and see the world with his own eyes with nobody trailing behind him. He had become a surrogate father to his little sister. Sure, he could have sent her off to Naples, Italy... off to his father's many vineyards, to his mansion house in the country. She would have loved it, he guess. But she didn't want to go, and he didn't have the strength to let her go. She was the only thing he had other than his dad, who was an ocean away. Don't get it wrong, he never, not for a single second, ever regretted keeping Miah. She was the best part of his world. He wouldn't give her up for anything, and he cherished his decision now more than ever since there was the small doubts creeping in the back of his mind that maybe, just maybe, little Miah Marie wouldn't have much more time on this Earth. Maybe this was the last chance he had with her, the last year, the last month, week, day, minute... He couldn't bare the thought of having her pass on and him having given up the last six years with her in his custody. She was his whole life. She was the reason the better half of him existed. It sounded like a corny-sob story romance movie, missing the romance however, that you'd see in theaters. But it was one hundred percent true.

---Here, being in this hospital... well it wasn't quite what Emmett had been anticipating when he walked through the doors this morning. Or ever, really. Who would have known one of the most beautiful, and quite possibly the most annoying, woman in the world would be thrown at him. It was a capricious bit of fate, or whatever the hell had caused it, maybe a practicle joke? However it happened, he was irritated. Their personalities just seemed to clash, though he couldn't tell his this was a serious little dispute they had going, or if it was teasing. Maybe it was both. He wasn't going to ask though, because he knew where he stood. Everything he was saying was real, though sometimes his voice sounded so lifeless in his own brain that he couldn't help but wonder what she thought of him. He wondered what she was thinking. Something stupid or heineous, no doubt. That was when he stopped wondering, when he decided her thoughts couldn't be that interesting. She wasn't exactly the kindest kid of the block, or so he assumed. She was probably the little girl who headbutted the boys when she was little or punched them in the nose and made them cry. He almost chuckled to himself at the mental image, but stopped himself, not really wanting to let go of this grudging annoyance he decided to possess for the time being.

---Emmett followed this Allegra Mancini -or so he assumed she was, he was pretty positive- toward the elevator. He snorted at her retort, rolling his eyes, "Mmm, apparently you were hired for yours as well." The elevator opened almost immediately after she pressed the button. There was a single man in it, probably an intern by how jittery he seemed to be. He acted as though he was an alcoholic going through withdrawals or something. Dr. Mancini referred to him as Tobias. He followed her into the elevator and stood away from her, but still closer to her than to this Tobias character. Judy? What was with all these women's names? Her idea of an insult? When she snapped about his little experience comment and pressed the emergency button to begin her rant, Emmett couldn't help but smirk a little smugly. So he stepped on a nerve, huh? He hid his smile, or tried. He looked like a little kid who did something bad, knew he did it, knew the person in charge of him knew he did it, and still knew he wasn't going to be punished for it. Any trace of humor in his face vanished when she rambled on about how he didn't care for his patients, just a record. "Oh quiet you sanctimonious girl," her hissed at her. He composed himself in a matter of seconds and continued, "You don't know a damn thing, kid," he said "kid" as he was quite sure she must be at least a couple years younger than him, "You of all people are talking about how I don't care about my patients? You don't exactly strike me as Mother Theresa." He rolled his eyes, "And surgery isn't as easy as you seem to believe, little miss has the nurses do all the dirty work for her," He flexed his jaw when he paused, "But I'm not going to get into a petty argument over who's job is more important. They're both necessary, they both help people. Conversation over." She allowed the elevator to continue on its way, which this Tobias fellow seemed to be rather grateful for. He was surprised that he wasn't completely pissed off at her after that. In fact, Emmett felt relatively calm about the little brawl, like it was some common occurence, or a fight with Miah. How odd. She mentioned his "improvement" and he shrugged lightly, "Glad to have your approval, Princess."

---This doctor wasn't quite as professional as the colleagues he was accustomed to. She was the type of person who would be the cool teacher all the kids liked but totally terrified of if they got on her bad side. He wondered if that was how her patients saw her. Then he suddenly thought of Miah and laughed out loud. They were kind of alike, this Manicini and his sister. Miah was so violent with her speach, so hot-headed, negative, blunt, and a fighter. So far, he saw the same qualities in Miss Mancini here. If, no... that was so wrong to think. When Miah reached this age, he wondered if she'd be anything like Allegra. She even had the blonde hair and blue eyes going for her too. But Miah was caring and kind, at least to him... and only sometimes. She started talking again, breaking him away from his cheerful, kind of, reverie. "Fifty hours? Well damn, you must really hate me," his voice reaked of careless sarcasm. And then he pictured her making the last guy cry. He looked directly at her instead of staring at the elevator doors in front of him. His lips twitched ever so slightly, "You made some grown man cry?" Oh, he could believe it. She couldn't make him cry, he was sure of that, but the thought of her making somebody else whimper like a baby was positively amusing. He held back any smile that threatened to come out, though one corner of his mouth pulled up marginally. When the elevator came to a slightly jolting stop, the doors slowly pulled themselves open, he followed her out. Tobias ran away, and Emmett raised a brow, "He acts like he just killed somebody. Are you sure he's allowed to be running around? Or do you make him soil himself on a regular basis?" She exited their current hallway and off they went into another that, as she'd explained, lead to the ICU. Emmett was lingering behind a little, observing the place. So this was her area of expertise, eh? He knit his eyebrows together at the word handsome. Shrugging, he followed at her heels, also applying the antibacterial liquid, "Well, I guess handsome's an improvement from Sally or Judy," he muttered.

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ALLEGRA VALENCIA AILEEN MANCINI
IF I'M NOT BACK THIS TIME TOMORROW CARRY ON AS IF
NOTHING REALLY MATTERS, NOTHING REALLY MATTERS TO ME
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Allegra never liked her childhood, for many reasons actually. It wasn’t that her family life was so desperately terrible, it wasn’t that her father was a drunk and left her and her mom never to be heard from again. It wasn’t that her mother died and the world fell apart, ceasing to sum up in meaning and everything. Her father was nice, a little secretive (she didn’t blame him, he had to run one of the most lucrative mafias on the east coast, and had plenty of hits on his head, of course he was going to keep to himself about a large part of his life.) but her father was a good man. Her mother was equally as kind hearted, even more of a good person than her father seemed to be. She was beautiful and moral, a dance instructor, her dance instructor, and all things she saw on television that deemed a person to be good. There was that word, good, she new the current dictionary definition, but somehow that did not cut it when it came to the real world. That word had significance, an added weight to character if one was actually the epitome of it. But it wasn’t her parents she was uncomfortable with, it was partially her upbringing and partially because of her schooling before college.

Initially, she was never supposed to grow up as a cold hearted killer. That was something she sort of fell into when she was seventeen. From the ages of five to thirteen, Allegra was supposed to be a very smart, straight A student, with friends and extracurricular activities. Those were activities acceptable for a young girl as herself. Of course from those age brackets, Allegra brought home nothing but tops grades and had a plethora of extra curricular activities. She casually practiced ballet under her mother’s guidance, also managed to work on her black belt in ninjitsu. Regardless of all the things she was exemplary at, the whole ordeal of friend making, that was something Allegra wasn’t good at. But the whole friend thing, that alluded her. Those social interactions, with the sharing of the ponies and legos (ew, why, why, why exchange germs with five years who don’t wash their hands very often? disgusting) and the discussions about how hard ‘cat in the hat’ (Allegra has been reading for years at this point, the New York times was something of a morning ritual for her now) was and those darn subtraction questions just seemed to perplex most peers in her age bracket. It was soon after this point, where Allegra had finally become comfortable with touching another person’s toy when she was moved up plenty of grades, learning things rapidly and entered high school. That was an entirely different social learning curve, something she didn’t estimate.

At thirteen, she didn’t anticipate the cruelty of shallow, secretly insecure teenage girls. They were vicious, though now as she looked back on things, it was just karma that now the majority the the girls who harassed her now led pathetic, sexually repressed lives always known as so-and-so’s wife. No personality, no accomplishments to call their own other than that stupid excuse that ‘my children are my greatest accomplishments.’ What a load of unmitigated bull shit. But The future medical maverick wasn’t thinking about how the lives of her nemesis were going to eventually wither away in a pile of plastic surgery gone awry, no, she was thinking how much kicking each and every single one of them in the ovaries would be satisfying. However, as much as she was teased for being a five foot five, under weight thirteen year old, Allegra did learn from the mean girls. They behaved in such a distinct manner, the way every physical movement had meaning and the way they gathered in groups to go anywhere. As much as Allie wanted to deny it, they were fascinating, these privileged adolescent girls. Oddly enough it was here, in the unlikely meeting ground where Allegra mimicked and ultimately learned how to fake a lot of humanly habits. She was specifically mastered the art of sarcasm, for most of the time the irony was a simple measure to prevent psychological warfare. Now that was something she did not see the point of. It was true that to make someone nervous and anxious while thinking was fun, but it didn’t matter when one was still in school. It mattered in the real world, the way things were done with fear and a sense of loss thrilled her. But when she was teased and tormented, it all seemed trivial.

It was trivial until she began to work with her father, it was helpful then. It was also around the time she was in college, a place she relived in her mind on multiple occasions. It was pleasant how calm and mellow everyone was, the way things didn’t matter on appearances as much as academia and just a mere existence of a social calendar did. Mind you, since Allegra was sort of a celebrity in academic circles, she never got the chance to drink until her liver regretted forming or danced in clubs (though dancing in her office or while she was just feeling like it didn’t count. Hell, just breaking out in dance seemed pathetic in comparison to the standard college experience. )But all in all, with two atmospheres of two different institutions, Allegra highly approved of her higher education (and absurdly expensive) experience. It had not only wound her up Valkyrie Hospital, but also as the attending physician of internal medicine at twenty three. She was good at this excelling at life business, it amused her just to think about it. However, at this moment, regardless of her professional success at such an early age, she was currently facing, dare she say it, a worthy adversary, “Using my insults back at me is weak. Let’s think of something more clever next time.” Allegra nodded at the new neurosurgeon. And here she thought he would be quicker on his feet when it came to witty rhetoric.

When he came back with his retort to her accusation, a notion crossed her face for a very brief second in time. Allegra was not accustomed to someone who would match in debate, let alone someone whom she met a mere four minutes ago, “And it seems you weren’t the only one who struck a nerve.” She mumbled, concealing a triumphant smile. She was only really stating a point, she never met a surgeon who actually had the audacity to confront her about her skewed opinion. Of course she knew both surgeons and medical doctors were important, they actually went hand in hand in curing patients. But Allegra wanted to make a point, for every surgeon she had ever faced had been one of those egomaniacs who would rather risk a vasectomy than their surgery statistics. “Oh my, ‘sanctimonious’, good word, jughead.” She congratulated him with a light punch on the shoulder. It was so very easy to antagonize this New guy, it was almost a crime. Haha, how she used that word loosely, now that was entertaining, “Nurses doing my dirty work? Oh I’m sure you prep your patients by hand, Gandhi.” If he can bring up saints, she could most definitely bring up a selfless indian man with a thing for hand spun linen. “Conversation over? Thank you, teenage girl.” Chuckling, she glanced down at her watch, she had exactly one shift for her perfect game to be a reality. A mere twelve hours for the twenty seven intensive care patients to remain stable and/or have better vitals. She could do it, with the help of her team, but still, it was possible. Looking back up again, Allie sighed subtly, “It’s not you, yet, I hate owing people favors; even though smashing that lab tech’s office was completely necessary,” She paused, feeling his eyes on her. Why was it such a shock that Allegra managed to strike the fear of God into someone, which may have resulted in moistened eyes? Honestly, it was as if the world didn’t care about her anymore, “You sound surprised, Salaris, but even better, are you smiling?” She asked, brushing a hand through her hair.

She supposed he had all the physical attributes that constituted as someone to be esthetically pleasing. But this led her to wonder who was scientifically beautiful, such as Shania Twain was proven to be scientifically attractive (in a physical sense) due to the spacing of her facial features. Well, cross sectioning actors versus people she knew...No, it’s hospital time. But Allie laughed a little at his comment about Toby. Wow, she knew Tobias was a very frail doctor, but he just overanalyzed everything he did, that if he ever did manage to kill anyone it would be a sick feat, “Be nice to Toby, he’s older than us. He is just having a panic attack because I think the tox screen I ordered on bed six didn’t come back as peachy as I wanted.” Allegra spoke casually, slipping a hair elastic from her wrist and tied her hair back, She dabbled her hands in some more sanitizer before she proceeded. It was a little much, overkill eve, but Allegra liked the way the sanitizer would move in her hands before it evaporated. “Aw, I thought you would like Sally. It’s a nice, wholesome name... Of course it is an improvement, savor it, I doubt it will happen very often.” As the buzzer rang coarsely to open the door, she pulled the handle, gesturing Salaris in, ”But welcome to the ICU, Sally, so far all stable, isn’t it great?”

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---The morning really wasn’t going as Emmett had expected it to. Well actually, everything up until meeting Dr. Mancini was pretty routine, but she definitely was adding a new spin on previous experiences he’d had in any hospital before. He could see eyes on them, maybe just on her, but either way he felt a little paranoid there were people looking at him too. There was patients and nurses, and even doctors alike who would sneak glances as they walked by. Maybe they were feeling pity for him, and the thought made his mind laugh. Then there was always the possibility they were staring at Allegra for her appearance, or at least the men were. He was sure she’d gotten a lot of looks of lust or fraud love like that. Emmett didn’t think like most men, though. He appearance wasn’t distracting in the least, though it was clear she was something of a “girl-next-door” to the masses. Emmett had always been looked at from the day he turned fifteen too, but he’d never had a girlfriend or any sort of romantic involvement. It just wasn’t something he felt the importance of pursuing. He’d been approached by women before, but he always thought of them in medical terms. Like if they’d been two bones for example. Say the bone was broken, but it was never set back into place correctly. Ossification would occur regardless of if the bone was in the right place or not, of whether it wanted to or not. Maybe the person could live with it, but a lot of the time the bone would need to be rebroken so it could grow back into it’s normal position. Emmett figured people were kind of like that. When they met somebody they thought they loved, it was like when the bone ossified in the incorrect position, but people always changed after that, and Emmett did not want to change. Not to mention most relationship didn’t work out anyway, so person would always have to go through the painful rebreaking and healing to become that person they’d been before falling into that irrational emotion called love. Maybe it wouldn’t make sense to think of it like that in the head of somebody else, but to him it made perfect sense. His thought process ended when Allegra made her comment, “When you think of something a bit more clever, so will I, doll face.” He answered, narrowing his eyes.

---Emmett adored the hospital. Yes it sounded nerdy and unlikely, but he really did. His job was his life, basically. He never felt that longing for a social boom to happen. He never desired something more euphoric and carefree. He loved getting to know his patients, to be entrusted with the things they couldn’t even tell their closest family, to see the faces of loved ones light up when he’d perform the impossible, the tears of joy from the patients who realized they would be living another day. It sounded cheesy, and he would never admit any of those thoughts to another person, ever. God, no. But inside, that was how he felt. It was good to be needed, to be helpful. Lately working had lost its touch though. For some reason he’d been feeling guilty, mostly because even with his extensive amounts of intellect, he was not saving Miah. He knew about brains—that was his specialty. He knew how to carefully prod through a human body without disrupting anything. That was his ball park. Cancer though? He wasn’t any closer to finding a cure for it than the rest of the world. Part of him wondered if he could have, had he gone into Oncology. Probably not. He wasn’t superman… but the thought, the possibility, it was always there, gnawing at his heart and head. One in the same. He couldn’t help but think he’d failed her, that he wasn’t going to be her savior, that he had to trust a complete stranger to help her. Emmett just couldn’t do that, though. He didn’t believe in God, at least not devoutly. He had always figured there was some higher power out there, some majestic divinity. Emmett had no faith in it though. He was a doctor, he was playing God. He’d seen patients jeopardize their life for their faith, but it was never their God who saved them, it was he and the other doctors attending them. Sure, those people would argue that God had sent him here with a gift, so that he could save them, but Dr. Salaris didn’t buy it. He knew that Miah wasn’t going to just get better, somebody had to make her better. It was nice to finally be back at work so he could take his mind off the entire situation. Now he would be burdened by a ton of other tribulations, which would leave little room for his own. Not to mention, this Dr. Allegra Mancini was doing a damn fine job keeping him from thinking about it, well at least she had been until she made her surgery comment.

---The young man hadn’t meant to get so riled up by her meaningless words. He normal was fairly professional when it came to keeping his temper in check. Emmett was perfect at keeping calm, cool, and collected on the job. Things had been stressful lately, though. He’d just moved here, and discovered Miah’s cancer was worse than they’d originally thought. It was the number one thing on his mind for the past weeks until he stepped through those hospital doors. Not to mention Allegra was being quite the little devilish diva, so that was keeping him from thinking too much. She mentioned that about surgeons though, the ones who didn’t care for patients. He’d never been like that, though he did act very detached on the job. What got him so unexpectedly heated was the suspicion that maybe that’s how doctors acted in this hospital, maybe that was how they thought of their patients. The one person he loved most was in this hospital as a patient. She mentioned how she’d struck a nerve too, and he sighed, ”Nothing personal. It’s just I hate the idea of a surgeon actually operating on Mi—“ he stopped himself, ”Me. Operating on me with that sort of thought process. Wouldn’t you be a little irritated yourself?” he shrugged, staring ahead instead of at her. She proceeded to mock his word choice, and then called him a jughead. Emmett raised both his eyebrows, looking towards her again, ”Jughead?” he repeated in disbelief, ”What are you? Five?” but he couldn’t keep his condescending expression going for long before he started to laugh. But the laughter ceased when she began talking, again. God, did she ever not have something to say? ”Mmm, the nurses hands are never more dirty than mine,” he countered almost thoughtfully, and then added in a grumble, ”I hate Gandhi.” The whole idea of saints and martyrs bothered him. They couldn’t be real. He bet they said the word “fuck” paired with “you” in their heads at least five hundred thousand times a day. Frauds. It’s what they all were. Judy, Sally, Teenage girl. It was obvious what her subconscious thought of him. ”I should just wear a dress tomorrow,” apparently she thought he was quite a feminine one anyway. Though, it wasn’t like he’d expected to spend his entire day with her tomorrow. Or ever again, really. Sure, they may get paired up sometimes, but it wasn’t going to be a constant thing, or at least he hoped not. Emmett wasn’t used to all this talking, casual chatting, actually. At his old workplace, he’d never really joked, or fought (he wasn’t quite sure what this was he was doing with Mancini), with anybody. It was all respect and manners. Sure, there was the occasional jealous bastard, but that wasn’t a common finding. And even so, they were never so catty towards him on his first day, or anybody’s first day for that matter. Dr. Mancini spoke more. He hoped that all the elevator rides he’d be taking with her today didn’t seem this long, like they were taking an eternity to end. Otherwise he might just punch his head through the rock-solid doors. She mentioned how it wasn’t him personally, and he was surprised. He figured that was about as close to a compliment as he was going to get from this fiery girl. He snorted when she said she’d smashed the guy’s office. She must really be an asset if they kept her. ”Not surprised, at all.” he laughed, ”I just get this feeling that if I decided not to like you, I wouldn’t be the only one.” He looked at her more somberly now, ”And what do you think I am? A robot? Of course I smile.”He almost sounded defensive though. She’d caught on to something he himself hadn’t noticed until now. Emmett rarely had smiled in the past few months, except for those sad smiles he gave Miah sometimes. It annoyed him that a strange girl he’d barely met five minutes ago who was catty and cruel and gorgeous was the one person to mention it. It bothered him. But it was true too, this was the first time he’d willingly been smiling in a while, and it really bothered him. Damn it, did it bother him.

---He couldn’t help himself, he asked his question casually, wanting to hear from somebody on the inside not trying to get him to sign in a patient in her hospital, ”So, Princess, how is the Oncology program here?” hopefully she wouldn’t think much of it, but even if she did he wasn’t going to explain anything to her, though he figured she would find out eventually. Not that it mattered at all. Well, that was a lie. It actually totally and completely vexed him, the idea of her knowing anything about him, or about Miah. He didn’t know why, the idea was positively blood boiling. Allegra clarified on his worries about Tobias, who she now called Toby, very light-heartedly. She talked about him like somebody would of a pet dog. ”Will do, Blondie,” his reply just as airy. He didn’t feel like questioning the details at the moment. ”Oh right,” he chuckled a little, ”Well you call me Sally all your little heart desires, doll face. As long as you don’t break my meathead scalpel I won’t hold it against you,” his tone was mocking, but somewhat friendly, with a little undertone he couldn’t quite pick up on. He wasn’t used to feeling anything more than exasperation when in contact with others. Emmett followed her into the ICU after she’d prepared herself for entrance, very thoroughly too. She went back to Sally, and he ignored it, not wanting to let her under his skin anymore than she’d already managed in the past few minutes. ”Oh just dandy!” he replied in a mock valley girl voice, smiling crookedly, and then stopping abruptly when he remembered how she’d pointed it out. ”So what’s this case you’re working on, anyway?” he asked, actually curious. It must be good if she was so irritated to have to stop and come show him around like a babysitter.

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[allegra v.a mancini]

ALLEGRA VALENCIA AILEEN MANCINI
IF I'M NOT BACK THIS TIME TOMORROW CARRY ON AS IF
NOTHING REALLY MATTER, NOTHING REALLY MATTERS TO ME
. . . . . . .

To be completely fair, Allegra did not loathe Emmett Salaris. Sure he was a smug imbecile, always had something to say in the five minutes she had met him, but she oddly approved of that. It wasn’t like she was going to give the guy a thumbs up or even talk to him outside of medical relevance but this was nice, having a challenge of sorts. Allie’s eyes narrowed at him, she didn’t smile, but rather she was sizing Salaris up. He didn’t seem like the type who cried, this was going to be interesting, “I think you just might survive here.” She said in a quiet voice, with the slight sound of defeat. At least this would be fun, Allegra reasoned, not like the last person she had to tour around and who quit about a month after. But when he immediately changed his sentence, Allegra’s eyes narrowed again. Doesn’t he know that she read his file, she knows he has a sister, Miah who’s in the oncology ward...“Yeah... Careless surgeons suck.” This was just perplexing, why did he want to hide the fact that he had a sister? this was interesting... It must be one of those things where people say it’s a ‘sore spot.’ She made a mental note step away from the subject, though she could never promise that she would completely refrain from entering the little personal life that over lapped with his professional life. Now that was just taking the fun away from her day, now wasn’t it?

Hitting him on the arm with the back of her hand, she stopped right where she was, “Hey now, don’t undermine the Riverdale citizens.... Did you know Archie married Veronica? What a bastard, right?” Raising her brows, Allie pursed her lips as to assume she was holding back a laugh. This was all tiring, trying to be human. She wondered why humans even bothered with refrained from letting all the crazy out. What did biting one’s tongue in society ever lead to? It let to passive aggressive tendencies and tremendously entertaining blowouts. Now if this was dealt in a rational manner, such as releasing pent up transgressions in an orderly manner then... that would lead to anarchy. What the hell, human race? Allegra was not a fan of this contradictory notion. Playing a smile at her lips, she chuckled a little before continuing,“Hah, I can nearly feel your cringe at that one, Sally..” But when he spoke of the nurses, she carelessly nodded, thinking about Martyrs and Saints, who have glorified death and suicide, making it much more meaningful and revolutionary than it was. Mind you, she wasn’t denying the historic events of war or anything, nor was she trying to discredit casualties, but it was the martyrs that bothered her. The movie stars of such catastrophic events that made her wince in disgust, “Nice, another Gandhi hater...” She mumbled. It bothered her how alike she was to this new kid. But that didn’t bother her as much as the thought of Gandhi or other martyrs and such. They tried to make death noble, dignified even, which was total hokum. No one dies with pride, because that was the thing with death and life. The former takes no personified form, it’s malicious and cruel until the last breath, whereas the latter is where we have dignity, we have every other pointless moral and characteristic attached to our names. Morality and self-worth diminished in death, that’s why it was so peaceful, so easy because of the lack of moral obligations.

Tilting her head back, she flagrantly examined Emmett’s butt. She supposed it was attractive in the sense that the gluteus Maximus could be, however, she could never distinguish between what was considered attractive or not in today’s era. With that said, she did have a quick response, something that would bode well in crumbling the self esteem of teenage girls in a twenty mile radius, “Please, like you can pull off a dress, with that ass? Pfft.” Oh, that was a good one, she might even use it again. However, when Sally spoke of how he wouldn’t be the only one who despised her, that did not come as much of a surprise as Allie thought it would have been. Doesn’t everyone have that yearning to be loved and liked? Apparently she didn’t. Dr.Mancini wasn’t working at this stupid hospital to make friends, hell, she wasn’t really here to actually treat the patients face-to-face, she had her minions do that, but she was here for the chase. The puzzle of a diagnosis, or the pressure of the intensive care and emergency rooms shot adrenaline through her veins, something she didn’t have the pleasure of experiencing in normal settings. “I’m not here for people to like me, I’m here to do my job and make people live longer than they really should have otherwise; and I good at it, which is a bonus.” Speaking with little emotion, she reminded herself to smile meekly at the end. She had to make it look like she did care, but rather slightly, through her supposed tough exterior. It wasn’t like Allegra had to put up a front to make people wonder if she was vulnerable deep down, but because of how she really wasn’t vulnerable at all. That would scare people. Though it wasn’t like she kept her lack of humanity a secret from everyone. Some of the people who have crossed her or her family business definitely saw it, and she reveled in the fact that it terrified even the largest of men due to her lack of empathy... or anything else that would make her relatively relatable. Allegra felt a sick triumph, seeing the fear in the eyes of those who wronged her; it was indescribable, the way adrenaline fueled a daredevil. Her pupils dilated, her heart rate increased substantially; but it was something she kept to herself, Allegra didn’t want to taint that sensation with another person’s knowledge of it.

Although Allie had a distinct hatred for the majority of the human race, she unfortunately had the ability of recognizing the majority of habits they possessed. It mostly had to do with physical movements, really. Humans were terrible liars when it came to their bodies. The way some kept playing with their hands or jewelry made them appear nervous and/or anxious about something. the lack of eye contact stemmed some lying and even the tone of voice used in cases were a dead give away that something was not what it seems. All these visual cues could be overwhelming but it came in helpful when she was dealing with unruly patients. It was so exhausting, trying to snake out the truth from people, who despite the fact were in their potential deathbed, still maintained stupid little rouses. Like how they didn’t do cocaine or the fact that they lived a life in an adulterous affair. Allegra was going to find out sooner or later, but she preferred if it were sooner, so that she could get the hell out as soon as possible. The youngest Mancini still had those times where she would relay the pros with the cons as to why she became a doctor because of these lying patients of hers. But alas, she was good at what she did, good at figuring people out, “I may not like people at the best of times, but I know when they’re lying to me, Emmett.” For a moment, Allegra looked him in the eyes, pondering the fact that she might have just scared him off with her sharp observation.

Clearing her throat, she began to speak, “The oncology wing is exceptional in my opinion. Miah will be in good hands,” Oh fuck. She mentioned his sister; there goes the whole mental note of not stepping on that sore. Damn it, she was going on such a good roll too. Oh well, it was bound to happen anyways. Sally was silly as to thinking that he could keep his sister a secret anyways. It was all his fault, honestly. As they entered the Intensive care unit, Allegra glanced over a chart as she listened to him talk about his scalpel. She couldn’t help but the shake the feeling that he was a blade wielding ninja or something; enough with your surgeon business, man. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” Nodding once, she made herself clear. Of course she couldn’t promise that she would keep her blade snapping hands away when he would annoy her. That would be a lie, and although Allegra lied about some very big things, such as what her family did (they weren’t contractors like the state of New York wanted to believe.), and what her after work activities were (for the record, she hates golf, just does it to win and piss off the board of directors.) But she normally didn’t lie about her rage. That and she didn’t lie to her patients, coworkers, minions or strangers about things that mattered to them. Allegra was a good person in that sense, she should have a medal for such an honor.

As Emmett mocked some fake admiration, she returned the favour as she exclaimed, “See? That’s the enthusiasm I was looking for! And the prize winning smile to boot! You might be able to win the beauty pageant with that alone, Sally.” Allegra kept her pace, glancing over charts of sleeping patients and now writing some things at the nurse’s station. She liked keeping on top of her paperwork, as annoying as it was. She had one of those OCD moments when it came to the papers, she had to do it a certain way and it helped the nurses so it wasn’t a system to be messed with. Unintentionally, she ignored the fact that Emmett was still here so when he began to talk, she sort of came back to reality, “The case? The patient came in because of a seizure and at first, there was the assumption that he had testicular cancer but we found that there was an infection in his brain, I’m thinking it’s an STI but he keeps giving me bullshit. I think he’s had an affair or something and because of his kid who was in the room, he wasn’t saying anything... So now, in a few minutes since his kid is at school, I’m going to run him through the ringer, because I have to crack this case or else I won’t be able to get on with my life.... Why are humans so dumb, just tell me the truth, damn it.” She sighed, looking up at Sally, “So, any ideas yet, all-star?”

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[emmett arturo salaris]

---Emotion was completely overrated. Why was humanity so desperate to seek it out? They wanted to feel the complications of love, the overwhelming elation, the soul-breaking sadness, the crimson anger. People put themselves right in the line of fire of feelings and sentiments. Naturally they wanted to be happy, that was a usually common desire. But the rest of it? Sure, the person may consciously deny that they ever sought out the other emotions, but it was simply inevitable. The human psyche was made to embrace jealousy, joy, depression, fury. Souls wanted them all, they craved them all. Emmett did not comprehend it. Personally, he could care less if there was happiness or melancholy in the world. If there wasn’t one, then he wouldn’t need the other, he wouldn’t even know the other existed. Most people loved their world of color, but Emmett? Emmett would be perfectly content with a world of gray. He rarely felt the ecstasy of delight. He’d never been heartbroken, though he had felt a glimmer of sadness at his parent’s funerals. He wasn’t the type to be jealous, or seduced. He wasn’t ever, ever angry. Anger was basically a foreign feeling to him altogether. He was numb, most of the time. Really, the only things he was accustomed to feeling were relief, annoyance, confidence (if that even counts), and on the rare occasion – worry. It was a relief when things went right, and annoyance when they went wrong. Confidence usually kept those both at bay. And then he felt worry and a twinge of sympathy when his patient’s were in danger. He’d admit, sometimes he felt remorse and a bit of grief when his patient did die, but that was a rare occurrence, and never something he outwardly expressed. The few feelings he did experience only lingered for a short period of time before they left. The only real thing, well person actually, who evoked the most sentiments out of Emmett was Miah. He wasn’t a totally different man, it wasn’t like his entire being lit up when he was around her, but his eyes did. He was genuine around her. He worried, felt sad, was happy. Basic stuff, human stuff. If Miah wasn’t around, he would probably be void of any trace of a soul.

When she finally gave in and allowed that he might actually survive this jungle these people called a hospital, Allegra most definitely being a lioness, or maybe some poisonous snake, Emmett just nodded. He was cocky, but never much of a gloater. Not to mention if he’d made a snide remark, she’d probably just fire back and that’d reinitiate the war all over again. He followed her with ease, a little proud that he wasn’t taking her behavior all too offensively. From the way she made it sound, she was somebody who most people had a really hard time dealing with. Destroying labs, making grown men cry, plaguing poor Tobias with a good dosage of turrets. She was obviously one of those loose strings nobody knew how to tie up. A wild horse nobody could break. If he was surviving this long with her, then he must be quite the tough guy, right? Or maybe all these people were much too sentimental, in which case Allegra Mancini really would end up being his preferred coworker. That seemed like a long shot, though. There had to be somebody sane around here. ”Yeah,” he retorted solemnly to her comment about surgeons. It was much too… generic for her, or at least that was the assumption he was making after spending this short period of time with her. He had this hunch that she knew more than she was saying, like there was some big secret he wasn’t being filled in on. Then again, the poor guy was probably just reading much too far into it. He’d always had the slight defect of over-analyzing things. It was one of his very few vices. Emmett was a brain surgeon. He spent the majority of his free time reading about it, trying to learn more about it, trying to understand it. He was a studier of the mind, and he couldn’t help but scrutinize every little detail, every word said, every action taken. It was a habit, not one he would personally consider bad, but maybe it was a little irritating to those around him. Miah had sure voiced her opinions about how he thinks way too much, and usually not in the politest way. At least he never voiced it out loud, they were just a constant stream of calculations and speculations running through his mind at all times. He always had so much going on in his head that he would probably give a mind-reader a brain hemorrhage.

”Are you…high?” he asked, his eyebrows knitting together and a frown forming on his face. Maybe he was crazy, maybe he did live under a rock – but he had no idea who the hell Veronica and Archie were. Crazy Allegra. He was seriously beginning to question her sanity. He wondered if she had any friends. If she did they must be psychopaths, like murderers and shit. Any right minded human being wouldn’t be able to handle her, but then again, what did that say about his own state of mind? He was obviously able to handle her. It was odd, how he could feel so annoyance, tired, and intrigued by her all at once. However, the intrigued part was floating around in his subconscious since he wasn’t going to ever allow himself to admit that, even in thought. For all he knew she had installed some sort of mind-reader chip in his brain as he slept, or maybe that was something she’d do in the future considering they just met, but it really wouldn’t surprise him to hear she’d done something outrageous like that. She had to just be putting on a front, or something. Could somebody really act like this all the time? She wasn’t… normal. Then again, neither was he. In fact, Dr. Salaris realized he was being quite hypocritical with his judgmental thought process. Why did he even care, though? That was the real question. There was no reason to be so preoccupied with a woman he’d met less than an hour ago, less than thirty minutes ago! Dear God, a veer of sarcasm and insults, and this was honestly probably the most he’d talked to a colleague in his life during one sitting. Usually it was a series of exchanges no longer than thirty seconds tops, and they went their separate ways. Emmett wasn’t exactly the most social guy around, and yet this girl was really provoking these reactions from him. It must have been that need to be better than her, the superiority bubbling up, wanting to shut her up. It sounded petty, but it was the best way he could explain it, the best way he could put it into thought to explain it to himself. He’d never felt so… competitive before. He’d always outshined everybody around him, but Allegra? She had a silver tongue, and obviously an intellectually gifted head on those shoulders. He was fairly matched, for once. Emmett couldn’t understand why it bothered him though, why she managed to strike an annoyed chord with every other comment. Obviously she was stepping on his man-strings. It didn’t make sense, though. It wasn’t logical. After all, he’d been best friends with Zara Bishop since he moved to the United States from Italy over ten years ago, and she was brilliant. She never hit a nerve with him like Allegra did. So it was either the fact that Zara was like a sister to him, basically like an older Miah, or it was that she wasn’t in the same profession as him. Either way, it wasn’t like he and Allegra were even a part of the same department. Sagacity was dead, at the moment.

He snuck a side glance at her, half a smile toying with his visage, ”Aren’t you the perceptive little thing,” sighing deeply, he snorted, ”Ghandi haters. Let’s start a club, and we can add Al Gore, Cheryl Crow, and the Dali Lama to our list.” Weren’t most people fans of the “go-green” and “peace” types? Allegra wasn’t, obviously, but even if she’d never said a word, he probably would have been able to guess anyway. She seemed like she had too much bottled up rage to appreciate those sorts of people. He, on the other hand, he hated how people glorified them for inanity that never helped anybody, never saved a soul. Emmett saved people every day. He worked from dawn till dusk (understatement actually, he typically worked more than that), to make sure his patients lived to see another day. Those other people were morons. They gave people hope in things that didn’t exist. Global warming? Shit. Nirvana? Double shit. World peace? Triple shit. Emmett didn’t have time for invalidities. He was working, doing things that actually mattered. The subtle awareness that she was so casually staring at his body broke him from his reverie. He turned his back to the wall quickly, giving her a look that was a combination of perplexity and annoyance, ”All right, sweetheart, I know I got that genetic blessing going for me, but no need for sexual harassment.” He wasn’t serious, not really. He even left both his hands covering his rear end when he turned back to face the elevator doors, an awkward position to say the least, but he wasn’t all too worried what her opinion was. Oh. So she wasn’t here for people to like her? Wow, real shocker. ”Hm, really? Because I thought you were campaigning for employee of the month.” he shrugged, rolling his eyes. ”In all honesty, too bad more people don’t think like that. This shouldn’t be a popularity contest. Keep the ones who keep the patients living, throw the other children out,” it was a little ironic, him referring to the less adequate doctors as children, but they deserved it. They were petty and cared more about their name, reputation, paycheck, and social life than their patients. Patients weren’t the priority. While Emmett may have a huge head, really, if he got anymore praise, Miah always swore it would result in spontaneous combustion one day. Yes, he was self-involved, but he wasn’t selfish. He didn’t care for the trivial things. He honestly couldn’t give a damn about how much money he was making, or at least he wouldn’t care if he didn’t have Miah’s medical bills to pay, and he could care less about winning rewards. He was here to work. And so was Allegra. Was it just him, or were their some common similarities showing up here? The thought of him being a less angry version of Dr. Mancini wasn’t exactly comforting, but at least she got her shit together and did her job. If it really came down to it, she wasn’t the worst medical mind to be compared to, but she wasn’t the most appealing person to be compared to. Maybe appearance-wise she was the envy of the town, but personality wise, well, to put it in terms of examples, Emmett could easily picture her in the grocery store, threatening to take a bat to all the merchandise if she didn’t get her discount.

”Whatever your say, sunshine,” he muttered, looking away from her to glare at the wall. It wasn’t often that people could read him. He knew how to put up walls, how to keep everything at bay so nobody could ever see anything more than what he allowed them to. There were like three people in the world who knew how to read him, and that was his two best friends, and Miah. They knew his game, and they knew how to beat it. Strangers he’d known for like fifteen minutes, however, they weren’t supposed to know him. They weren’t supposed to be able to notice things he’d barely noticed himself. If that was happening, then he was loosing his touch. It meant he had to close off even more, because if there was one thing Emmett hated, it was being seen through like a glass wall. And then she dropped her little bomb. Miah. How the hell did she – Right, she’d been reading his charts when he went up to meet her. It was probably right there, bold letters, black ink. Emmett looked at her, his lips parting to say something, but somehow he just couldn’t find the right words he wanted to say, so he settled with ”Good,” working hard to keep his composure and his eyes glued to the scene before him instead of the woman next to him. It wasn’t like he was embarrassed about Miah, it was the opposite. He was so, incredibly proud of her. It may sound corny and unrealistic, but she really was the light of his life, the primary reason for him to live. If she ever… well, if she was ever gone, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. She was personal, the closest thing to his heart, and he didn’t want to share her with others, not without trust. And then there was always the false pity and pretend condolences that would be showered on him left and right. He didn’t want the mercy, the sympathy. It was unnecessary and unneeded. At least with Allegra he wasn’t expecting her to be nice about it, or to pretend like she cared or wanted to know. He had a feeling she wouldn’t ever strive to be a part of his life involving Miah. Though, now that he had them both in the same thought, Allegra Mancini reminded him of his fifteen year old sister. In fact, if he picture Miah in ten years, Allegra was what came to mind. She even had the same look about her – blonde hair and blue eyes. If some third person party found them all in a room together, they may associate Allegra with being Miah’s sister instead of he being her brother.

Snorting at her overly energetic reaction to his mock felicity, Emmett shrugged in the daintiest way possible, ”Going for the gold, we’ll split the profits ten-ninety. I get the ninety of course, since I’m the one with the good looks and all.” His eyebrows raised up and down a few times like they were dancing on his forehead, and he gave her one of those suckerpunch smiles that Miah called a “smolder” and shrugged innocently. He followed her into the ICU, a little curious to see exactly what she did with her time, what her ballpark was. It was relieving to know she was nowhere near his ballpark of medicine, though he had a feeling he may be operating on her patients every now and again. A lot of the weird stuff that happened was related to the brain, right? Eh, he wasn’t sure. He listened with some suppressed interest as she talked about the case. Sometimes he wished he worked with the crazy cases like this, they always seemed to have a mysteriously addicting appeal about them, but so did the mechanics of the human brain. ”An STI, hmm,” he mumbled in consent as she spoke. He was a little surprised when she’d asked him for any ideas, but he got right into it. This was his element, ”STI is a good approach, I think. I probably wouldn’t have thought of it first. My first impression would have been Cerebral Cysticercosis. So if he’d eaten some sort of food contaminated by feces or if he’d eaten larvae, he could have gotten a pork tapeworm. Seizures are typically the most common symptoms, and it ultimately leads to brain infection,” but then he gave a careless wave, ”But I’m not really ever involved in these things. I don’t know the typical advance or the obvious vetoes.”

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