Guess I will be staying away from social media since I'm 4 seasons behind on GoT.

#FF Khaitlyn Mercier My best friend and sister from another mister. I don't know what I would do without you. Love you! 💖💖

#WetWed Vishous wanna take a dip?

Happy Birthday to my love Vishous

Happy Birthday to my best friend Khaitlyn Mercier

When you feel like you're never good enough...

*Its been a few weeks since her car accident and she was finally feeling back to normal. Well as normal as can be. The headaches came (1/11)

and went along with the fatigue but she just assumed it was the longing affects of the concussion. She was back to her grueling (2/11)

schedule at work. Twenty four to forty eight hour shifts, surgeries and tramas, little sleep, loads of caffeine and no life. Such is (3/11)

the norm for her she supposed. Yet, she couldn't get the man who saved her life out of her mind. He wasn't her type, if she had a (4/11)

type to he honest but something kept her going back to how his hands felt on her, how his voice sent a shiver down her spine and made (5/11)

her wet with need. If only she knew how to contact him. He didn't leave a number, only a name, Vishous. The name the ouji board told (6/11)

her the man she would marry would be called. As a child she laughed it off. Seriously? Who would name their kid Vishous. Yet here he (7/11)

is, or was since she hadn't seen him since that night. If it wasn't for the sore ribs and aching head she would have thought she (8/11)

dreamed him. Some nights when she was just entering sleep, she could swear she felt his presence. Wishful thinking she supposed. (9/11)

Let's face it, that would be creepy and stalkerish if he was there. "Paging Dr Whitcomb OR 2 stat" She came out of her day dream (10/11)

and headed to the OR suite. No rest for the weary...* (11/11)

Night Terrors -Gun fire. Smoke. People running and screaming. It was always the same. Crouching low to see... tmblr.co/ZV1o3c2S14vJm

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I think I'm done..