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Benjamin Oliver Santos

@BOSManSantos

I did my time behind enemy lines. Now I'm back in the states for a new kind of adventure. Taking on the Trauma unit at a hospital. Call me Dr. BOS. RP/21+/OC

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Joined September 2020
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*I'm walking around my parent's house. My Aunt Angela has been staying with us and the whole house is too clean and shiny. That's what she does. Her nervous energy has to go somewhere and it's going into scrubbing floors and polishing silver. Sometimes when I look at her it >
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<almost seems like she's expecting my mother to come back and she's getting everything ready for her. But she's not coming back and everyday it hits a little harder that this is going to be our lives now. A life without her. I grab my phone off my nightstand and dial >
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*It's been days since I have been to work or anywhere other than my mother's hospital bed or home to shower and change my clothes. I can't remember the last time I ate. The nurse up in my mother's room forced me to come down to the cafeteria to eat. I'd been avoiding sleep. >
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< Every time I closed my eyes the nightmares came back. It had been a couple days since I'd changed my clothes and I was due to go back home but I just didn't have the energy. I sat at a table in the corner, eyes dark and body slumped with the weight of the world. A plate of >
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*pulls my car up at @SweetMaddz house and honks the horn. Waiting for Maddie to join me so we can head to the grocery store to buy food to cook for my parents.*
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*Shows up on @SweetMaddz 's fron step the next day carrying a pizza and flowers*
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*heading into the cafeteria I make a beeline to the juice bar and start to make myself a glass of cranberry juice. I hesitate, watching the glass and starting to daydream as the wine color liquid covers the ice cubes. I hadn't seen @SweetMaddz in a few days. My mom had been >
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< admitted to the hospital and most of my time had been spent by her side keeping an eye on the staff assigned to her. But today I had to come back to the real world. My mom was stable and my aunt had taken over the reigns upstairs. The juice finished filling and I stared at >
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*I drove around after work for at least an hour. Just trying to wrap my head around what @SweetMaddz had said. I know she likes me. I can see it in her eyes. I can feel it in the way her body melts into mine every time I hold her. But she said she didn't. And now I'm sitting >
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< in my car right in front of her house. I'd been sitting here for almost fifteen minutes. I finally climb out of the car and head up to your door. Knocking twice sharply I wait for you to answer*
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*I step out of one of the exam rooms, looking down at my lab coat covered in blood. Shaking my head I walk down the hallway as I pull off the coat, shoving it into a laundry disposal bag when I get to the nurses station. I scan the familiar faces for @SweetMaddz *
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*pulls out my phone, juggling it in my hand for a moment before pulling up @SweetMaddz number and shooting her a quick text* Hey, what are you doing? Can you be ready in twenty minutes?
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*walks over to the table where @SweetMaddz sits by herself. I stand at the head of the table and sit down a glass of cranberry juice as a peace offering, looking at you hopefully*
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Hey, could I HAVE my @'s please?
*I look down at my jeans and short sleeve buttoned up shirt for the third time before scooping up the flowers in the passenger's seat and make my way up to @SweetMaddz front door. My morning had been busy checking on my mom and dad. I'd worked all night, but I wanted to see >
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< Maddie before heading home. I stopped at my place and took a shower and changed before making my way here. I knocked politely at the door, rocking on my heals and gripping the bouquet of a mix of daisies, tiny roses and large happy gerberas in my hand*
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*steps into the hospital, a scowl painting my face as I make my way to the ED. I don't say much, passing the nurses station and heading straight to the stack of files. Grabbing the one off the top and flipping it open with too much gusto, sending a few papers fluttering to the >
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< floor. With a loud sigh I start to bend over to collect my mess*
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*I'd been standing uncomfortably at the front door of @SweetMaddz place. I'd been there ling enough for the neighbors to start peaking out the window curiously but not long enough for anyone to have called the cops yet. I glanced at my phone and decided if I didn't knock soon >
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< I'd be pushing my luck. So I finally let my knuckles wrap across the door. I rocked on my heels, then fell into an at ease position as I waited for someone to answer*
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*Opens the door to the hallway closet and shuts myself in. I fall to the floor, my hand running through my hair. If I had to smile at one more nurse or coddle another CNA who was trying to play the damsel in distress to the new attending. Were there men who actually fell for >
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< shit like that. Who looked at a woman and said 'yes, I'd like to clean up that creatures mess everyday for the rest of my life and in return, maybe she'll let me kiss her'. I snort to myself staring at the pile of papers in front of me. Who was I kidding. I hadn't even had >
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*stepping out into the ED from the elevator I balanced the tray of coffees and a stack of files on my way back to the main desk. The only thing left right now for me to do was finish up all the paperwork from the night and hopefully just fall into my bed when I got home. We >
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< had been painfully slow all night. I'm not sure if I was even tired or just bored. But I set the papers on the counter and handed a coffee to Trudy at the desk before opening up the top one. Henry Gallagher, aged sixteen, appendicitis. That had been the most excitement we'd >
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*The shower is hot. That's the way I like it. My first day at the hospital was a towering inferno of it's own. As the water drips down my face and scalds my skin I can't help going over it all in my head. It's not that the work was beneath me. Hell, there was some shit I >
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< didn't even know how to do. And as far as the paperwork went I was ready to light it on fire. Nothing seemed important there. I'm all for rules and protocol. That /is/ the army. But when you're in the trenches and your best friend is bleeding to death... You don't stop to >
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*I tug at my lab coat as I step out of the administrators office at the hospital. Glancing down at the red letters that are stitched into it makes me frown a bit. "Dr. Ben Santos" I take the long hallway down to the three elevators at the end. Climbing on one I push the button >
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< and head toward the second floor to grab a bite to eat in the cafeteria before heading down to the trauma center and meet a few people that I'll be working with soon*
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*I jolt straight up in the middle of the night in a puddle of sweat. The car backfiring outside fifteen minutes ago threw me back to Syria... When we heard those bombs we knew casualties were coming. And the things I saw were worse than any nightmare my brain could conjure. >
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< Limbs completely blown off. Boys... not men, boys... That laid crying for their mothers as I pulled shrapnel out of their skin without enough anesthetic to numb a small dog let alone an entire man. But that was yesterday. Or maybe even another lifetime. Now I was in >
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