* yellow diamonds ,

[allegra v.a mancini]

YELLOW DIAMONDS IN THE SKY NOW WE'RE
STANDING SIDE BY SIDE AS YOUR SHADOW CROSSES
MINE WHAT IT TAKES TO COME ALIVE
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There was a time, long, long time ago when Allegra actually gave a damn. Yes, the amazingly cold and ruthless Dr. Mancini attempted to try to care about what some lesser humans had to say, had to feel and all those pointless activities one places themselves in. Mind you this was a time where she was just learning how to portray the image of normalcy, but still it counted a little. It was when she was thirteen, a few days before she graduated high school. She was outside, mowing the lawn of all things, since her mother didn’t believe in hired help, when her brother came out, asking her why the hell she isn’t partying because she done with school. Technically, she wasn’t done completely, she was accepted into university, and wanted to earn some graduate degree also. Allegra was confused nonetheless, why would she want to be stuck with a group of girls she never talked to, who would drink alcohol and presumably do questionable things with people of the opposite gender? how was that fun? she had an idea of what to do with her time before she went to the special MIT summer program anyways. Why would she want to waste her time with silly activities like alcohol poisoning? It was then when older brother called her a stupid fuck and to get normal or else she’ll die alone. Mind you, that didn’t help either, because everyone and everything dies alone if you think about it. It was one of those activities, no matter how hard one tries, can never get a partner to die with... you get to die all by yourself. How nice. But that wasn’t what had lingered, it was the whole ‘normal’ thing. She thought she was normal up until this point. Apparently not, since she wasn’t a raging alcoholic yet. And this little sentence led her to an experiment. In the three days left before graduation and never seeing the majority of her classmates ever again, she went to a party for some girl she didn’t bother to commit the name to memory.

However, what she expected to happen, did, but what she didn’t formulate was the fact that she had a surprisingly low tolerance for alcohol at that time. This was the singular event in her entire existence in which she only hazily remembered. Of course there were people who tried to piece together the twenty four hours she had blanked out upon, but it wasn’t the same. Allegra remembered that she convinced a cab driver that she was in a race with the adjacent car and then she remembered her cousin, who was a cop, came to crash the party she was at and said it was the best party ever that they’ve crashed before he took her home. Of course in the time between going home and racing with the cab driver, Allegra managed to become a legend at the tender age of thirteen. However, that joy was short-lived, because after her cousin dropped her off at home (not without waking the household and alerting her entire family that she was really fucking drunk... at this point Allie fell over in the yard and vomited. She remembered that clearly enough. ew.) And then she couldn’t remember again. It was honestly confusing, not being in control for those hours in which she consumed far more booze than necessary and met far to many people than she should have. That was the first and last time Allegra became intoxicated. She could never deal with such a release of control. It was something she needed, this control she had over everything, it was staple of her personality, or the lack thereof. Control was vital for her existence, if she didn’t have that... well, there was no use in living.

Just like now, presently she was standing in the middle of her office, completely perplexed at the current state of a patient under her care. This was unacceptable. She needed to know what was going on, she needed to beat whatever disease was raging in her patients organs. It was a matter of principle that she figure this out. The elastic ball in her hand had turned soft on her, bend into an unimaginable state out of the tensions from her fingers and utter frustration. This was no use, she had stressed out all her visual mediums, and the thoughts inside her head were about to burst through her furrowed brow. With a sigh, Allegra closed her eyes, recalling the last time she was this frustrated and what she did then. Sally, she used him to bounce ideas for a patient who was on death’s door. Damn it, she did not like to share credit when it came to saving lives, especially with that scalpel jock. After a moment of deliberating, she turned on her heel, grabbing her coat and feeling her pockets for a credit card and bobby pins for later. She was sure as hell not going to call him, she never did. He should be humbled by her presence, even if she broke and entered (which wasn’t really a felony she was worried about, considering her track record involving much higher offenses) his house at odd hours.

It wasn’t a far jaunt from the hospital to his house, something Allegra did not like, why would someone want to live so close to their place of employment. Sure it was great for easy access, traffic wasn’t really a concern, but as much as Allegra hated humanity, she hated Valkyrie General Hospital. So many rules, mind you that she never followed any of them, but there were so many rules she had to pretend to care for. So annoying. She ran a hand through her blonde curls, pushing them over her right shoulder as she reached into her pocket for a bobby pin, walking up towards the house. As she neared the front door, something was off. A dim light escaped from the door. It was open. The door was never open, on the contrary it was bolted shut and Emmett even fancied himself a security system, for which she never cared for since it only made her entrance that more triumphant when she were to pick the lock and defeat the alarm system. But right now.... His front door was ajar, and that, for lack of a better word, alarmed her. Immediately her hand dropped the pin and went for the gun at her thigh. She wasn’t careful, she should have known that someone would be following her, how could she be so careless? Someone must have known how much Allegra came to Emmett’s house, she had a multitude of enemies, it cold be anyone.... and now? And now she was faced with Emmett who may or may not be alive. Nay, leave that aside, she was now to face whatever intruder inside that house. Fuck.Me. Silently she nudged the door wide open, her eyes adjusting to the minimal light in the deserted house, wondering where, if he was still here, Emmett was now.

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---THIS WEEK HAD BEEN HELL. it was like everybody and their brother decided to have something wrong with their brain. emmett had virtually been in surgery for the past five days other than going to the bathroom, eating, and naps. it was a lot of pressure, being one of the most renowned neurosurgeons on this side of the united states, or this side of the world, even. anybody who had the money or the intense determination came to him, because his success rate was unmatched. he was playing god, and he was damn talented at it. he worked magic with a knife and some brain tissue. he knew everything there was to know, every excellent technique. he was the one who would operate on the inoperable tumors. his fingers were divine; his mind was evolved beyond the capacity of the average human. he had a gift and humanity as a whole was benefitting from it. it may sound cocky and conceited, but it wasn't. it was honest to goodness facts, and his confidence in his skill was rightly earned. at the young age of twenty-five he was already respected amongst the medical world, hailed as a greek god of neuroscience. and that was why he'd been in surgery for the past few days, working on this or that, undoing damage and saving lives. it was nonstop work, and thank the lord for his brain being able to function without too much sleep, because he really hadn't gotten that much lately aside from the twenty minute naps between his seven hour long surgeries. that, plus consultations and having to keep families informed on their loved ones? he barely had time to breathe. and today, his schedule finally cleared up.

emmett had been in surgery all night long, removing a butterfly tumor from a little girl's frontal lobe. he'd done so successfully despite all the doubts and criticisms. butterfly tumors were all but impossible to remove; most surgeons didn't touch them for fear of doing more damage than good. dr. salaris would take them on though, and he would do so with unmatched confidence. that little girl was going to live sixty more years rather than six more months. her mother had hugged him when he and his resident, dr. jane lawson, had gone to inform her the surgery had been a success. she had cried, too. the girl's father cried too, but he only shook emmett's hand, for which he was grateful because he was awkward enough as it was. emmett wasn't good at accepting thinks. while he was borderline cocky because of his confidence, he couldn't stand there and let people worship him like he was some higher being. it brought out his bashful side, and he would laugh awkwardly as he mumbled quiet "your welcomes" and looked for the first opportunity to bail out of the teary festivity. he could send his resident to go and inform the families about the news, but somehow that didn't seem right. as hard as his emotions were to perceive, emmett cared about all his patients. it wasn't that he wanted a good track record, but he sincerely wanted them to live. maybe that was because he had a terminally ill sister, but regardless, that was how he felt. if he lost a patient, he was going to be the one to inform the loved ones and take the heat. it was his fault, and he deserves whatever consequences came with the outcome of a patient, be them good or bad.

after his surgery he'd gone to bathe in the hospital shower. he hadn't taken one in a while, and was long overdue. he'd then gone to get some food in the cafeteria and socialized a bit with dr. eddison, the old cardio guy. emmett had been working in valkyrie for a few months now, about six, and he'd become an everyday part of the staff. people recognized him, they talked to him. sometimes they asked him to get drinks after work, but he usually politely declined. he'd never been much of the social type. today he had a date with miah. he hadn't seen her for more than a couple minutes in about a week, and she was probably getting lonely. well, probably not, she was probably relieved to not have him checking up on her every five minutes, but he missed her. he would never admit it out loud, but he knew she was getting worse, and who knew for sure how much longer she would be around. but he refused to think about it, he refused to even consider living without her. she was his last living family, considering both his mother and father died years ago. maybe he had some long lost sibling on his dad's side. it wouldn't surprise him, but at the moment that wasn't the case, and it wasn't like he was going to replace miah. she was what kept him in line. sure, he was the legal guardian to the spunky fifteen year old, but in some ways, she was like his parent. she took care of him, made sure he had friends. hell, she even palled around with some of his coworkers.

miah looked even worse when he had gone into see her. her olive complexion was a sickly pale, her blonde locks thinning as she was beginning to lose her hair. there was still that fire in her eyes though, that determination to fight, and at least that was somewhat comforting. emmett knew that the passion to live could sometimes make or break whether a terminally ill patient made it through. she'd made some jokes about him and how he smelled better now that he'd showered. she made fun the slight bags under his eyes from his lack of sleep, and begged him to go buy her some real food because she was sick of the hospital crap. he promised to bring her some in the morning. that seemed to be what she'd wanted out of him, because as soon as he'd promised, she shooed him away and told him to go home. it wasn't like his schedule was loaded the following day, so he could always come hang around with her then. that was merely one example of how she sometimes acted as the parent. she would force him to take care of himself when he was so busy watching out for her. she nagged him to eat and sleep, and if she saw the way his house looked right now she would scold him on his personal hygiene because he really didn't clean much anymore now that she was living in the hospital full time. he barely spent any of his time there. he loved miah, and he wanted to spend all his free time with her. he didn't want to regret not cherishing every moment he could.

the thought of losing her was unbearable.

he left though, because he really was dead tired, feeling completely exhausted. it didn't take him long to get home. he hardly remembered the drive, which was not good. had something unexpected happened he probably would have gotten into an accident. as he walked into the house, he pulled off his tie and tossed it to the side, also slipping off his shoes and kicking them away. he stumbled over some unidentified objects on the floor as he reached for the light switch. there was still a pillow and a blanket on his couch from the last time he'd been home. allegra had broken into his house that night, something that had become a typical occurrence. she was crazy, that one. he sleepily wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge. empty. he always forgot to go grocery shopping. he hated it. rubbing his eyes he wandered back into his bedroom and climbed into the king sized bed. as he laid there, he expected to drift into sleep, but he couldn't. what the hell. he had been so tired, he hadn't slept in days, not a real night's sleep... and here he was suffering from insomnia all of a sudden. "god damn it," he grumbled under his breath. well, there was nothing to do. he looked at the clock. it was the middle of the night. there probably wasn't anything even decent on t.v., just those crap shows nobody liked, or the overly sexual ones that weren't appropriate for children. suddenly an idea came to him.

emmett swung his legs out of the bed, feeling more awake than ever. for some reason he had a feeling his blonde little friend would be showing up tonight with her over domineering manners and questions she sincerely expected him to answer when she woke him up in the middle of the night. the last he'd heard, she had a difficult case and nobody knew what was wrong. those were the types of cases she bothered him with. he couldn't help but laugh to himself. he was going to freak her out then. emmett wandered into the main room and unlocked the front door, leaving it slightly open. he sloppily pushed everything off the coffee table and made things even messier. he was going to have to clean it all up eventually anyway. feeling confident that it looked like a power struggle had gone, he went back into his room and sat on the bed. now time to wait. he sat in his bed, waiting. and he waited. what if she didn't show up? all that work for nothing? no, she was going to come. he had a good feeling about it. but his eyelids were growing heavy. he looked at the clock. his head nodding off. suddenly there was a creaking sound coming from the front door. emmett's head snapped upwards. she was here, and he'd dozed off. he sloppily, but silently, got out of his bed and moved quietly to the closet. he got inside and quietly slid the door shut. she deserved a heart attack for screwing with his alarm system.

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