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Nolan Blackwood had been a queasy kid for as long as he could remember. In fact, when he was six years old he’d broken his nose and had nightmares for at least two years about the blood pouring from his nostrils. Despite this, he loved to help people. Medicine fascinated him, and how the body reacted to it fascinated him even more. Everything in his mind rejected the idea of seeing blood, touching blood, but his strong morals definitely beat the fear out. So here he was, his first day as an official intern at an actual hospital. His heart was pounding, the thudding in his ears distracting him from what his resident was saying. He wouldn’t be operating on anyone any time soon, but he could feel the anticipation coiling in his stomach. “Are you alright, man?” Another intern- Anita Perez, according to her nametag- asks of him. She’s a pretty lady, …show more content…
I’m fine, I just… I don’t really like blood,” Nolan responds. Anita tips her head back in a loud laugh, quieting when the resident gives her a stern glare. “What are you doing here, then? We’re interning in a hospital. We’re going to become surgeons.” “Is it a dumb idea? Yeah, probably. But it’s what I’ve always wanted. I’m Nolan, by the way. Blackwood.” Anita looks pointedly down at his nametag and he laughs, “Right. You knew that already.” “There’s nothing wrong with a formal introduction. Anita Perez.” They shake hands, and Nolan has officially made his first friend in the hospital. He was scared, but at the same time excited. Of course he’d experienced blood in school, and he’d seen some pretty nasty stuff. However, nothing would compare to actually operating on a live person, someone whose life was his responsibility. Nolan’s internship went by in a flash. With Anita and a few other acquaintances by his side, he was able to slowly but surely get used to seeing blood. It seemed to happen so fast, one day he was taking vitals and writing in charts, and now he was hands deep in someone’s

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Eight a.m. on a Saturday morning. Most kids my age are currently asleep, enjoying one of the only days they get to sleep in but it’s not the same for me. From a young age, I fully understood the responsibilities that came with being the oldest child in a struggling immigrant family. I do not think of my time spent in the office as a job but rather a way of giving back. My dad overworked himself to the point of exhaustion and back again day after day to provide for us. He had worked very hard to…

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I open my eyes remembering nothing from before. I look around searching for something familiar, something to help regain my memory. "Hey, you. You're finally awake." A Nord with blond hair and blue eyes says to me, "You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." He finishes, looking at the person next to him. Following his gaze, I see a Nord with brown hair and wearing rags. "Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until…

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Returning to the room, Deborah pleaded, “Please, let us help you?” Pushing them into the hallway again, Virginia, slammed the door and locked it. All they could hear was her humming. “Come on. We need to call the police to take care of Virginia. She’s a sick woman,” Andrew explained, going into the hallway with one arm around Deborah and his hand over his mouth and nose. “Come on Margaret, let’s get out of here. My God, I’ve never smelled anything this bad in my life,” he said, gagging, sure he…

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One day I woke up, and I was not feeling well. I was sweaty and cold at the same time and my throat felt like a had swallowed a catus! I got up out of my bed after Nana told me to get up 10 times. I pulled myself to the living room with all of the strength that I had. Nana gave me some medicine for my fever and for my throat. She told me to lay down on the couch, and watch TV. I watched TV for two hours while I dozed on and off again. I would forget that I was sick until I swallowed, and then I…

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I was on my way home from work listening to the cubs game on the radio. I had to make a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up some food for dinner. Then stopped at the gas station to fill up on gas. When I got home it was about 6:30 P.M. I grabbed a cold drink from the fridge, and went to go relax out on the porch waiting for my brother John to get home from the hardware store. Twenty minutes passed and he was still not home. It then became an hour and he still was not home. I began to get…

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“You see, Sam, my thoughts are that if we do not find our way , and this delinquent winds up causing chaos inside of our land of security, we are going to find ourselves surrounded by countless numbers of those things.” I flinched as I remembered my dream and shivered considering that I remembered that it had been forever since we had discovered those things. We had narrowly escaped our deaths and in the end of it all, we still wound up living our lives in this metal prison, preventing us from seeing…

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Ciara spent the rest of the day trying to figure a way to be free from Deaglan. It then dawned on her; she would have to do more than just show appreciation and pretend to have interest in him. She figured that she would have to do favors for him and bring him presents. Then, once he trusted her and let his guard down, she could make her escape. She was not a very creative person, but she knew how to follow directions and recipes. She figured that she could bake him something as a gift. Ciara…

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