Love. Gone. Wrong. :Mature:

Veronica's eyes fluttered open, then sun was just rising outside. She yawned, and sat up- she looked at her clock- one minute before the alarm was to go off. "Damn..."

Veronica slid her slender legs off the side of the bed, and reached her arm out to shut off her alarm. "First days always suck." She frowned to herself, she got off her bed and stumbled over some unpacked boxes and bags that laid out in the open. She finally found her lightswitch after she'd stubbed her toe. She ran her hand through her long dark hair, and sighed as she walked into the bathroom that was attatched to her bedroom.

She stared into her mirror, beautiful- almost impossible to beleive her natural beauty was real. Deffinatly in the L.A area.

--At work...
-:Halyn Brooks Hospital.

"This will be your new office Dr. Valentine." The head nurse, Kristen showed Veronica around. "So I heard some things about why you transferred." Kristen had always been a gossip, though Veronica didnt even know her yet. "That your doctor boyfriend died, and you couldnt stand to be in that same hospital anymore- is that true?" Her eye's seemed to have lit up, very interested.

Veronica blinked, "Excuse me? How is that any of your business? And no. He didnt die. He left me." Veronica held onto her clipboard tightly, trying to hold back snappy words. "So if you dont mind, I'll be off now." Veronica stepped past Kristen and walked into her office.

Kristen couldnt believe how blunt she'd just been, but she did ask a personal question. Rude. Kristen thought to herself as she walked back to her nurses station.

She had a box of her things, she set it down on her desk. She took out her small coffee marker, that was a must in any doctors office. She took out some frames, and various other things to make her office her own. She'd just got done taking things out when someone walked into the room.

"Are you Dr. Valentine? My name is Shawn, Dr. Reed."

Veronica looked up, and blinked- then smiled casually. "Hello, my name is Veronica."

"I want to give you your patient list, we're short handed on doctors- so you'll be getting alot of overtime." He smiled, a charming smile.

Story of my life. I worked most of the time, the hospital was my life. I only had three addictions, two really. My anxiety pills, and sex. And I have OCD when it comes to work. Mainly the reasons why my ex left me for some underaged girl.

I hated relationships. Never could just stay with one person. And the only one who could tolerate me left me first. Pitiful.

"Veronica?"

Veronica blinked, and then smiled softly at Shawn. "Sorry, I havent had my coffee yet."


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OOC: Basically a huge soap opera drama story about cheating, murder, love, suicide, and lots of twists! Please no more then two people join. You can be anyone you'd like, doctors, nurses, or even a patient. NO one lining please! <3 (Also first to join can take over Shawn, or make a new person.)

John was feeling a bit...well, irritated. Very much so. "Oh, bloody hell! No! I'm trying to eat, so bugger off!" He watched the man walk away, obviously pissed. Then John looked around, and sighed. He was being stared at. Surely they saw him as an insane Brit yelling at nothing in a restaurant. Then again, they couldn't see the man like he could. THEY couldn't see spirits. Usually, he could ignore them or be more discreet in helping them. But when they wanted something selfish or stupid, and were being stubborn as hell...

He shook his head and threw money on the table when he saw the waiter coming over with THAT look on his face. The 'get the hell out' look. Well, he could always eat somewhere else. He stepped outside, and bumped into by a man. Who apparently, was in a very bad mood. So he shoved John. Hard. "Watch where you're going, asshole!"

John grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, dragging him close. "Listen here, ya bloody wanker. I'm not in the best of moods, and I really don't have the patience to deal with some one who has a stick shoved up their arse. Enjoy your lunch." He then shoved the man into the restaurant. John made just one mistake here, though. He made the mistake of assuming the man would let things drop there.

Okay, perhaps he made two mistakes. Alright, three. The second was not noticing the man's bloodshot eyes and how fidgity he was. The third was not realizing the man had a knife on him. As he was laying on the sidewalk in a rapidly growing pool of his own blood, he couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't sure why, though. He just felt like laughing, even though it hurt. "Bloody Yanks..."

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When John opened his eyes, he saw white. Either he was dead, or in the hospital. The pain from the stab wounds in his back and stomach, as well as the sound of someone talking, told him it was the latter. He wasn't really sure if he was relieved or disappointed. Well, he'd figure out which it was later. For now, he'd just wait to find out his situation.



(I hope this will work. If you want me to edit it in some way, let me know. I didn't take control of Shawn because I just don't like taking control of other people's characters.)

[Thats totally fine, sorry for taking so long to reply.. Didnt have internet for what seemed like forever..]

"Doctor, come quick- we just got a man in with stab wounds. Its looks serious." A nurse rushed to the pair, Veronica looked to Dr. Reed and nodded. "Dr. Valentine I presume, come with me."

Veronica was slightly confused as to why the nurse had asked her instead of Dr. Reed; though she didnt object. Work was work. Veronica fallowed after the nurse, only glancing over her shoulder once to see Dr. Reed watching her go with a smile. How odd. "How bad is it, are we prepped for surgery?"

"Well, bad internal bleeding. Not too sure on if anything too important got cut up- we're gonna just have to see." The nurse responded, she opened a door for Veronica then lead her down the hall to the surgery room.

Veronica washed her hands, and quickly snapped on a pair of gloves. Messy. She thought to herself as she saw all the blood, he had already lost alot- it seemed unreal. Yet she was used to seeing such a sight. "We need to get him stitched up, and stop this bleeding." Veronica went right to work, no hesitation.

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Awhile later..

"It looks like we got everything, he should pull through. He doesnt know how lucky he really is.."

"Lucky? He got stabbed, repetitively." Veronica raised an eyebrow at the nurse, who seemed to not know what to say back. "Anyways." Veronica let out a sigh, "Keep me posted, if anything goes wrong with this man. I want to know. And run some more tests on him, I thought I already told you to do this."

"Oh, we are.." The nurse frowned, "We're doing the best we can, we're understaffed at the moment." There seemed to be a bit of frustration in her tone.

"Regardless, I expect you to do your job." Veronica responded, not liking the tone of the nurses voice. Veronica wasnt much of a people person, but she was an amazing doctor. She left it at that, and left the nurse- not noticing the nurse flipping her off behind her back. Like she'd care.

"What a bitch.." The nurse grumbled, "Kristen was right, she is rude. Big time L.A doctor, and she thinks she's the shit.." Michelle, the nurse, picked up her clipboard and looked over it. She then noticed the man waking up, weird, he should still be out of it from the drugs. "Oh sir." Michelle smiled at him, "How are you feeling?"

Michelle stared at him, she was shocked. "Oh.. I.." Michelle stammered out, trying to make sense of what he'd just said. "Uh, your on morphine so that might make things blurry to you. Its for your pain." Michelle finally got the words out, "You were stabbed, over twenty times. Your lucky to be alive." She then stopped, remembering what Veronica had just said to that comment earlier. Oh well.

"Let me get your doctor, she'll talk to you about your.. condition.." Michelle wasnt usually this spacey; but for some reason she felt out of place- and a chill seemed to be in the room. Michelle quickly left the room, anything to get away from that odd man.

"Veronica, Dr. Valentine-"

"What? Jesus, cant you see Im dealing with something right now?" Veronica snapped at her, still pissy about earlier.

"Your patient just woke up." Michelle grumbled, not liking the tone of Veronica's voice no more then Veronica liked the tone of her voice. "Just be professional, this is your first day after all." Michelle snapped at her.

"Excuse me?" Veronica raised an eyebrow at Michelle, surprised at her. But regardless, she found that admirable that she'd sand up to her. "We'll talk about this later." Veronica shoved a chipboard into Michelle's hands, and walked past her.

Veronica entered the room. "How are you feeling? Any discomfort anywhere?" Veronica washed her hands, and slipped on some gloves.

Veronica raised an eyebrow at him. What the hell?? Veronica chuckled to herself, "The nurse? Seriously, she's very plain." She walked over to him, and stood next to the side of his bed. He didnt make much sense to her, he seemed to be fine after being stabbed twenty time. "Well I'd like for you to stay at least two nights here. For observation, of course." Veronica grabbed a clipboard that hung on the wall. She scanned over it, and looked to him. "Well, other then being stabbed. Your perfectly healthy. Just want to make sure the stitches say in."

"And I dont think anyone like's hospitals. They're full of death and depression." Veronica stated as she stared at her clipboard, just glancing up in time to look him in the eye's. A charming smile was on her lips, "Dont you think so?"

Veronica looked him in the eye's, but then had to look away. There was defiantly something different about him. She looked down at his charts, and then stepped back. "Interesting view." She commented, though she knew too well of what he was talking about. Sexual frustration had always been an issue with her.

"Im your doctor, you'll be seeing plenty of me."

"Dr. Valentine, your needed in your office." A nurse poked her head in, and then left as quickly as she'd appeared.

"Behave." She commented as she exited the room, she walked down the hallway towards her office. What now? She questioned herself, irritated. She entered her office to find a familiar face. "Dr. Reed." Veronica greeted him, and walked over to her desk. She sat down, and crossed her legs and she leaned back slightly in her chair.

"Veronica." He smiled, "I wanted to have the chance to go over the list of patients with you, since your new to this hospital. I want you to know how it works around here."

She wanted to reply with a smart ass comment, but she felt she should hold her tongue. Anxiety started to build up in her chest, she didnt like this situation. She knew this wasn't what he was here for. She didn't want to start off like this, again. "Dr. Reed, can we do this another time? I have several people I need to see."

"That's exactly why Im here."

Veronica wanted to say she doubted that, but let out a sigh instead. "I didn't transfer because I had to, I transferred because I wanted to. I know how it works around here." She smiled, "Now if you'll excuse me." Veronica stood up, and walked past him. She could feel him stare. Veronica exited the office, and walked down the hall. She quickly opened up a small bottle she carried in her pocket- and popped a small pill into her mouth. Ugh..