 11:39:50 LL (DDs SA :P)| * why is there an Im there xD ignore that lol |
11:37:18 | The NICU nurses are more scary than the OR doctors. Students arent allowed to do hardly anything up there. |
11:36:06 Eagle| Entering special shows before I go an blow my ebs away xD |
11:34:30 | My first week of clinicals was in the OR and I was so worried that would happen to me. But, everyone was nice and the techs said the hospital doesnt tolerate behavior like that. |
11:32:27 Ky ♥| Yes it can be incredibly frustrating....Sad to say i've seen a few throw instruments at our x-ray techs as well for no reason. |
11:31:20 | @Ky, I definitely love what I am doing and learning! I have had clinicals in the OR, but it is not my favorite. Too much time on your feet standing around waiting for the surgeon to need an x-ray. XD |
11:29:31 Ky ♥ @Revel
That's awesome! I'm currently a newly graduated surgical tech and that seemed to help me. I landed a job pretty quickly during clinicals. Keep up the good work! I hope all goes well for you :) |
11:27:44 | @Ky, I think the techs I work under have noticed I am a hard worker lately and I almost positive it will get me a job or at least a good reference. I stayed 30 minutes longer last week to help stock rooms. |
11:26:58 Fern / 👹
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people are super specific sometimes :) |
11:26:01 | Why is doing art for this app so hard? 😅😂 |
11:25:59 Ky ♥| That's cool! It stinks that people dont like working hard anymore... |
11:24:43 | Oh, maybe you werent taking to me |
11:24:08 Dulcie Is Painting 11:23:48 Dulcie Is Painting| Also don't forget to have a look see at what this site's rules on what you can & cannot use |
11:22:54 Ky ♥| I second that, what program is it if you do't mind me asking? |
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Sage couldn't help but chuckle in response to her first comment, humming softly in an amused tone. "I'm sure you do," he snickered, though as she continued, her movement cut off any words he might have thought to say. By then, he was focused solely on her, and their connection that only seemed to grow more they were together and interacted, this way or otherwise. He wasn't sure how long they were like that, but by the time she'd stopped moving, hed used up every last bit of energy he had...and no doubt she had too. He was dizzy with pleasure though, body achy but not necessarily in a bad way. He'd be sore for sure....but that was ok. He'd take it if it meant they could do this. |
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Jora collapsed against Sage's chest, her breaths heavy and labored as she struggled to catch her breath. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her ear, a soothing rhythm that seemed to match the thudding in her own veins. "Mmm...that was incredible," she panted, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "I think I might be addicted to you." Her words were spoken softly, with a hint of playfulness despite the exhaustion etched on both their faces. |
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Sage let out a soft grunt when she just flopped onto of him, but wrapped his arms around her loosely, heavy breaths moving her up and down slightly. He hummed softly in response to her comment, agreeing completely with her. "I think I figured that out when you decided to go three rounds before breakfast," he breathed, really just teasing her a bit. He certainly didn't mind...it all really was incredible...but he did find it rather amusing all the same. Breakfast was long gone by then...and lunch was probably waving goodbye as well. But that was ok. They'd had a good time....and there was always dinner to eat once they woke up from a nice, restful nap. |
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Jora felt the warmth of Sage's body beneath her, a comforting weight that sent a thrill through her. He held her loosely, his strength palpable, and she couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his teasing words that echoed in her mind. The energy they had shared before breakfast buzzed in the air between them, alive and electric. “Hey, can you blame me? You were just as into it,” she nudged him lightly, the playful banter sparking a grin on his lips. His soft hum resonated against her ear, sending delightful shivers coursing down her spine. Jora sighed, allowing herself to sink deeper, her head resting comfortably against his chest. She could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing — their bodies synchronized in a harmonious rise and fall. It was a soothing beat, a sweet distraction from the chaos that awaited them outside this moment they had carved out together. As thoughts flitted through her mind, she couldn't help but reflect on how the morning had slipped by. “Three rounds before breakfast... maybe we should make it a new tradition,” she quipped, a teasing glint lighting up her eyes as she stole a glance at his face. The slight smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips told her everything she needed to know; he would eagerly entertain any excuse to linger here a little longer. The seductive pull of a nap wrapped around her like a cozy blanket, especially with Sage solid and warm beneath her, promising comfort and contentment. She nestled closer, relishing the simplicity of this cocoon they had built together. Dinner would arrive soon enough, a tasty anticipation to look forward to, but for now, she was blissfully adrift in this stolen sanctuary, cherishing each heartbeat that echoed around them like a gentle promise of what tomorrow could bring. |
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Sage chuckled softly in response to her comment, shaking his head slightly. "You're just lucky I'm into improptude things that make no sense," he noted lightly after a moment. His lips still held a mischievous smile, despite the exhaustion wearing down his body. "And I must say, you taste rather good," he added with a soft snicker, thinking back to their time together, a light blush still lingering on his face. Though, at her mention of making it tradition, he couldn't help but laugh. "If we can keep that up, our hips would be as big as our shoulders," he noted with amusement, peering down at her. "And at this rate you're gonna wind up pregnant," he reminded her ...they didn't really have any protection, so the chances of her coming to be with child were ....pretty high, if they kept at it like this. He would be fine with having a kid with her. He wanted nothing more than a family to love and care for, and that loved him just as much in return. But there was still a lot of unexplored territory on the island, and they didn't have a plan quite yet, as to how her going into labor would work. Or if something went wrong. That was a worry for another time though, since they were both quite drowsy by then. He felt her nestle in to his chest, and he moved to tug the blankets over them before curling in and slipping off himself. |
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Jora watched as Sage's lips curled into that familiar, mischievous smile, the kind that set his eyes alight even when fatigue weighed heavily on his body. A soft chuckle escaped him, and she felt warmth spread through her at his light-heartedness. He had a knack for turning their banter into something playful and sweet, just like the memories they shared. The blush that tinged his cheeks made her heart flutter. The intimacy of their shared moments lingered like a delightful secret between them. She couldn't help but tease back, causing laughter to bubble up from deep inside her as he quipped about traditions. “And what a tradition that would be!” Jora replied with mock seriousness, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. The playful banter hid a budding thought that lingered in her mind: a family. A future. They hadn’t discussed it in detail, but the idea felt comfortable, like the blankets they'd wrapped themselves in. His reminder about the possibility of having a child stilled her for a heartbeat. The weight of it sank into her chest, an echo of both excitement and uncertainty. She could envision a life with a little one, all giggles and chaos, yet the reality of it also loomed over them. The island still felt vast and wild, uncharted territory full of potential dangers and unknown paths. They had time to explore before diving into the deeper currents of what having a family meant. But for now, the drowsiness settled in, and Jora let the gentle rhythm of Sage’s breath lull her into comfort. She snuggled closer to him, seeking warmth and security in the cocoon of blankets. As Sage tugged them tighter around them, she felt safe, heavy eyelids yielding to sleep. Thoughts of the future faded, wrapped in the simple serenity of the moment: just the two of them, together, at peace. |
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Sage had chuckled in response to her comment, shaking his head in amusement. "It would be something, alright," he noted, the whole conversation just amusing. It was so rediculous...and not entirely out of the real of possible apparently. Though, as he felt her settle down, he relaxed as well, just watching her slowly slip into sleep. If you thought about it, watching someone sleep was somewhat creepy, however this was a little difficult. She just looked so....peaceful. Happy. He wanted to relish that. He was tired himself, of course, but he waited for a while before closing his own eyes, just glad he could make her happy and comfortable. His mind was whirling around some, but stilled soon enough, letting himself drift off after a few minutes, welcoming the rest with an open embrace. It was calm here. Peaceful. He wasn't sure he'd ever really get used to it, but it was certainly nice. |
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Jora lay still, her breathing slow and steady as she drifted toward sleep, feeling the warmth of Sage’s presence beside her. It was odd—almost comforting—that he wasn’t rushing to sleep, even though he was obviously tired too. She could sense it, the way his energy ebbed and flowed, like the quiet ripples on a pond. He wasn’t watching her, but somehow, she could feel his eyes lingering on her, the weight of his gaze both grounding and strange. She wanted to say something, but her mind was too heavy, and her body too comfortable, to form the words. It felt safe like this, and part of her didn't want to ruin it. So, she let the silence stretch out, welcoming the peace that settled over her. As her thoughts began to blur into dreams, she caught a fleeting impression of Sage beside her. His presence was different now—softer, less guarded, but still there, like a quiet promise. She couldn’t help but wonder if he knew how much it meant to her. Not just the gesture of being here, but the quiet understanding, the unspoken connection. Sleep pulled her deeper, but before she fully surrendered to it, she held on to the feeling of peace a little longer, letting it fill the space between them. It was nice. It was enough. |
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Sage relaxed after a while, slipping into a light sleep. It wasn't unrestful, but it just wasn't super deep yet. That was fine...he didn't mind. He was dimly aware of the warmth Jora brought from where they were tangled up together. Eventually, he did slip into a deeper sleep, though it wasn't long after that when he began to wake up slowly, squinting over at the light that was filtering through the windows. The cabin was quiet...jora was still resting on him, and there was obviously no one else there. Nothing that they needed to get done. So, he was cotnent to just close his eyes again and settle in, snuggling into jora and the blankets a bit more, letting the sun warm his face as he lay there. He wasn't hungry enough to attempt to move yet...and he wouldn't really be able to do much anyway, since the kitchen definitely wasn't where his skill levels were at their best. But that was fine...he was comfortable for now. Jora would be up at some point, and they could work on getting up and getting food. But that was in the future. For now, just laying there was perfectly fine with him. |
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Jora was still half-asleep when Sage began to stir, but she didn't open her eyes right away. Instead, she stayed relaxed, letting the warmth between them deepen. She could feel the way his breathing shifted as he woke up, the subtle movement of his body as he snuggled in a little closer. It made her smile softly, though she didn’t have the energy to actually do anything about it yet. The room was quiet, and the sunlight filtering through the windows made everything feel warm and still. The peace of the moment settled around them like a blanket. She could sense that Sage was content, just as she was. There was no rush to get up or do anything. Everything could wait. When Sage shifted again, pressing closer, Jora tightened her arm around him instinctively, holding him there without fully waking up. The weight of him, the quiet of the cabin, the way the world seemed to pause with them in it... it felt perfect. She finally mumbled, her voice husky from sleep, “We don’t have to go anywhere just yet, you know.” It wasn’t a question—just a soft assurance, a reminder that there was no need to hurry. The day could wait. For now, Jora was content to just lay there with him, feeling the slow warmth of the sun and the steady rhythm of Sage's breathing. The world outside would still be there when they were ready for it, but for now, this was enough. |
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