Dr. Elias Lee | Anaesthesiology | 9:34 | Dr. Harvey

Having seen the collapsed patient under tge care of the more experienced staff, he had made his way into the hall, settling down close to the front, near the podium. Quietly greeting the people around him, he analysed his surrounding. Within a few minutes, everyone's voices drowned away into a hush, as the world-renown Dr. Harvey took to the stage. Throughout the whole speech, Elias never redirected his gaze, intensely listening to every word, burning it into his mind. He had no doubts. He would be of the few that would survive the program. Not only that, but he would also be amongst the best. There was no room for error from his part.

Politely clapping along with the others at the conclusion, he stood otherwise silent, awaiting for the overseers to announce the names. During that time, he listened in to the various chatters of his fellow doctors. Most of them were pointless in his eyes. Missing the key points of the grand picture. It must have been ten or so minutes before the first Overseer stepped up, clearly enunciating each name and their groups. Elias listened carefully, recording his group in his phone to ensure he would remember it before heading towards the area designated for that group. Already, multiple doctors were already congregating there, also waiting for further instructions.

Ascension Acres said:

Does anyone wanna bring this back?

I'm probably gonna change up which characters I have. Keeping Harvey for sure, but the rest are up in the air for now. Feel free to add/take away peeps if it suits ya :)

Dr. Mason Harvey | 12:05am | Open

"It wasn't your fault, Harvey."

"Save it, Rhodes." Harvey's words were venemous beyond measure, spat with a certain contempt that could not be replicated. He brushed past the man in a hasty, rage-filled effort to just leave. He had to get out of this blasted hospital before any emotions spilled out of him, and they were already bubbling over.

Slamming the door behind him, the surgeon angrily fought tears, focusing his effort on passionately changing back into his clothing from the morning, which consisted of a collared sweater, dress pants, and loafers. He threw his scrubs across his office with as much hatred as he could spare, his emotions brewing. He hadn't just lost a patient, he'd lost a friend. One of the only he could truly deem. And that felt like it was completely his fault.

Throwing a stack of files across the room, Harvey felt instant regret, taking a deep breath, counting to ten, and hoping to God he wouldn't face anyone else who wanted to console him or "just talk" on his way out the door. He wouldn't be able to handle anyone else until he was appropriately numbed by the alcohol of his choice.

Taking his personal elevator down to the first floor, Harvey said a hasty goodbye to the triage nurses before exiting out the sliding glass doors, the freezing November air hitting him like a ton of bricks. He didn't have a jacket, but was feeling so much rage it seemed to make the cold hardly a thought. Walking three blocks to the bar he frequented after every difficult shift, he sat in his normal corner of the dimly lit room, sitting in a thoughtless silence while the remainder of the room seemed to glitter with the glow of family and friends gathered in love and amity. The one thing he couldn't attain with all of the knowledge and power of the world.

"What'll it be tonight, Doctor Harvey?"

"No matter," he replied bluntly. "The strongest thing you have, I suppose."

Dr. Emilia Davis | Peds Surgery | 12:08am | Open

As she very well expected, the day was long, and she was worked hard. She felt as if she had been dragged through the mud and back again, but of course, she couldn't give up after just one day. After changing into clothes she had brought with her, she walked to the nearest bar to the hospital. She had been there before, but only a couple of times. The coldness outside felt oddly refreshing as she walked, and finally she reached the bar.

She took a seat alone, though this was her hometown and she may know a couple people here, she didn't particularly feel like making conversation. She had been there all of a couple of minutes, before the bartender set a drink down in front of her. The amber colored liquid swirled around in the glass and soon the smell reached her nostrils. Whiskey. "Perfect. Thanks." She said, wrapping her hand around the glass and taking a sip.

She wondered if anyone from the hospital would be here, since it was so close. Her thoughts swirled for a little while, before she stopped them, not wanting to let her brain go further than where it was.

(This sucks but I want this thread to live again so xD)

Dr. Elias Lee | Anaesthesiology | 12.37 | Open

"Oh, for God's sake!" The male vehemently whispered as he rushed through corridors, slipping slightly as he turned corners. As much as he loved his job, he simply hated - no, loathed emergency surgeries. Especially those where there was no time to prepare. Narrowly avoiding people, he finally made it to the entrance of the surgery department. Breathless, he gasped for air as he ran his card over the scanner, waiting for the beep sound to validate his card. He slid through the narrow gap as the door opened - there was no luxury of time to wait for the doors to fully retract.

Stepping in, his mind switched over into the surgery setting. Already, most of the equipment was prepared. Avoiding the slippery puddles of the blood that had formed small pools, he went to his small station and checked over the monitor for the patient's vitals. A brief conversation with a nurse brought his awareness to the knowledge that anaesthetics had been administered.

Harvey | 12:08am | Davis, Jacinthe, Rhodes

Mason watched with brooding, intelligent eyes as one of the applicants came in. He recognized her immediately. One of the best they had at the moment, though he'd never voice it. She was extremely self-assured, almost to a fault. Yet, she was very disciplined, and knew when she was about to cross that line. He respected that. They'd yet to meet personally in the three weeks they'd been working in the same hospital, but Harvey had eyes everywhere. He'd been watching her from a safe distance, as he had the other applicants, since the moment they'd stepped in his doors. He knew every move they made, down to what they ordered for lunch in the cafeteria each day. Having those eyes allowed him to feel better about the good he was doing, and about the calls he was making. Who was getting cut, who was allowed the priveledge of feeling their job at risk for another week. The last set of cuts were coming soon, which meant it was nearly time for the applicants to work more intimately with him, at least, intimately for him--the most distant and icy being on the continent. But, not yet. Not tonight. This was his time, something so infrequent it gave a bitter, foreign feeling to an emotionless, robotic being such as himself. And on his time, he could drink to forget for as long as it took. Forty-seven more hours were his to do with as he pleased, and tonight, that involved forgetting until he forgot how to feel.

...

A small while later, he watched two extremely familiar faces barge in the door, gleeful and high on each other. By this point in his stages of grief, that almost gave Harvey a feeling of jealousy. That glow they had from each other was such an alien concept to him. Besides from that, it bothered him how much sexual tension emerged from the pair without their attempts to create it--it was so obvious to everyone but them, it seemed. And, from Harvey's perspective, the only way to reasonably put off a "good thing" was to put your work first, but it wasn't that which was occuring--it was only two flawed humans with a flawed sense of judgement.

"Davis! How's Samantha? Are the meds I subscribed helping with the episodes?" Jackie gave him a look, and he shrugged, giving a lopsided grin. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to apologize for bothering you with work stuff on your time off, but you know how it is. Harvey would kill me if I followed up on a patient during work hours." Glancing over to where the woman he'd come in with had excused herself to after greeting the applicant, he said, "speaking of, how long has he been here? He'd also kill me if he knew I was talking about him, but I'm guessing you know by now the list of things that could get us killed is much greater than the list of things that couldn't." He chuckled, fighting the urge to bring up why he was asking to give some insight to the applicant. Though, it seemed everyone knew who'd worked that shift, since Mason so rarely got involved in cases anymore, not to mention showed his face around the hospital. Especially not when he was as vulnerable as he had been--he carried himself well, but the pain in his eyes was undeniable when they'd lost the patient. A perfect stranger could tell that the patient had meant something to him.