The night shift at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center never slows down. Gunshot wounds, cardiac arrests, impossible choices and impossible losses arrive through the emergency department doors hour after hour, demanding everything from the people who work there. Among them is twenty-five-year-old nurse practitioner Lilly Christian. Calm where others panic. Gentle where others grow hardened. Brilliant enough to earn the quiet respect of every physician around her, Lilly appears to be exactly what every emergency department hopes for. What no one knows is that before Pittsburgh, she served as an Army nurse in Iraq. While her colleagues see only a compassionate young clinician, Lilly carries years of battlefield medicine, memories she can never forget, and a past she has no desire to discuss. When violence erupts inside the emergency department, instincts forged long before civilian life return in an instant, forcing those around her to realize there is far more behind her quiet smile than they ever imagined. As relentless shifts blur into one another, friendships deepen, families fracture, and old wounds quietly resurface, Lilly must discover whether a person can truly leave war behind-or whether some parts of it simply learn to wear a different uniform. In a place where every second can mean life or death, healing isn't only for the patients. ---- PN: I've realised in the third chapter that I wrote Abbott instead of Abbot. But I was too lazy to change it afterwards and to stay consistent I'll keep that up. Hate me if you must.

*uxorious: a man obsessed with his wife

A heart murmur is the secret sound beneath the steady rhythm - the quiet confession the heart makes when it can no longer beat in silence. Not loud enough to alarm, but impossible to ignore once heard.

It starts with silence. Then praise. Then a look no one else gets. But as shift after shift pulls them closer, the lines blur between protection and possession, control and care. He doesn't touch her-until she touches him. And when the tension finally snaps, the fallout is inevitable. He warned her once: "If I cross that line, I won't go back." She whispered back: "Then don't

In which a healer is forced to become a killer. | THE HUNGER GAMES X FEM OC |

ALONE | MAY GARNER | REWRITTEN ˙⋆✮ ˙⋆✮ ˙⋆✮ Where our hearts sink into the earth - we will try to bloom again. The world had not been kind to them; the boy and the girl, the souls within. Made to suffer, minds that were created for this world, they did not sink - they swam. But, for how long? In the end, perhaps they will no longer be alone. ˙⋆✮ ˙⋆✮ ˙⋆✮ #1 in The Walking Dead. 08.15.20 #5 in Horror-Thriller. 02.27.21 #220 in Horror. 04.02.21 Fully edited & rewritten. Carl Grimes x OC. Written in English. Lovely cover by @/drkvoids ♡ 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 copyright  May Garner. 2014/2020. All Rights Reserved.

𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 Jack Abbot x fem/oc HBO, The Pitt Beautiful cover made by @dancefevers started 28/02/2026

Yelena Casmirovna was known only by a few for her skills among the Jedi and she was shunned by all Jedi except for a few when she left the order. Those who knew her had disappeared or were gone for good when the Empire took over at the end of the Clone Wars. Yelena had spirited away to protect someone close to her, her little sister, hiding her away and going out into the galaxy. She turned to bounty hunting until she came upon a little girl named Omega and the Clone Force 99. Yelena knew her sister was safe but this little girl was not and she knew that these clones who once fought for the republic as she secretly did were being hunted, just like she would be. [Hunter/OC, Tech/OC] [The Bad Batch series] [The Equilibrium Series] [Seasons 1-3]

Working twelve-hour shifts in the emergency department was never part of Indy's plan. Neither was falling for the quiet resident who always seemed to notice the things no one else did. Between impossible patients, trauma alerts, overnight shifts, and nursing school, Indy is just trying to survive another day behind the front desk. But when late-night texts become stolen conversations and lingering glances turn into something impossible to ignore, the line between coworkers and something more begins to blur. The only problem? He's older. They work together. And someone else might be falling for her, too. In a place where every second matters, some feelings refuse to wait. Slow burn. He falls first. Hospital romance. Jealousy. A little smut.

The third book in The Light Between Storms series, following The Light Between Storms and The Fire Between Shadows. Though this story stands alone, the first two books paint the storms and shadows that make this silence sharper. Senna has always lived by rules no one else can see: steps measured in even counts, belongings kept in perfect order, silence used as shield. It is the only way the world makes sense. But war does not bend to ritual, and now the weight of memory has carved new cracks into her careful structure. Nightmares. Flashbacks. The kind of silence that does not soothe but strangles. Crosshair is the last person anyone would call gentle. Detached, cutting, impossible to read, his presence raises more questions than comfort. The sniper whose words cut deeper than his aim, he has no patience for weakness and even less for kindness. So how could someone like him, already unsettled by feelings he does not understand, ever hope to reach someone as fractured as her?