Hi Guys!
Disclamer: I do not own NBC, ER, or any characters from the show. (If I did a certain couple would be on the fast track to romance.)
This is my first Reela story, as such. I actually had to do a descriptive writing thing for english and this is it.
This is a oneshot guys, I wouldn't know how to continue on from this.
The Doctor
His days were long, but the nights were short. People walking in and people walking out. Nobody ever noticed the work he did. No one noticed the lives he saved, just the ones he'd lost. No one ever notice's the success just the loss.
The pain he felt telling people that their loved one had died on his table was hard to do, but not as hard as the disappointment from the other doctors. The looks received as he walks away from a trauma, or at the end of his shift. His life was hard as it was, why did they make it so difficult for him to go on?
He had a choice to make, Medicine or Music, both different, both make him happy, but what was long term? What could he live on? What was a career?
He was what everyone called a punk, on a small degree he thought. His dark brown hair sticking up in directions that it wasn't meant to. Tattoos on his arms and back defined him as a bad guy, even though he wouldn't hurt a fly, well maybe if it deserved it. Black nail polish from the gig the night before remained on his fingernails, as well as the remains of black eyeliner.
His eyes were what made him mysterious. He showed emotion but there was a sense of lifelessness in his eyes, misery almost. His life had left him a couple of months ago when she left. She left his t-shirt but took his heart.
His clothing was rock themed, for he was in a punk-rock band. A t-shirt with some band logo on it, with his jeans is his everyday wear, even while working, although the occasional spewing kid could make him change into scrubs.
He walks into the Emergency Department to start his shift; he sees her standing there talking to a fellow female colleague. She turns at his hello and smiles at him, a half-hearted smile is all he can give, and that seems to be all she wants, because she walks away, yet again without saying goodbye, walking away with his heart in her pocket.
A/N:
Hi again,
so how did everyone like it, i hope it was ok.
Please Review.
Amythest Girl.