"This is Matt Murray. I can't pick up, so leave me a message. No promises of when I'll get back, especially if I'm on nights and comatose. Catch you."


[Messages for muse or mun can be left here]

LINK: Finding one of your patients trying to hang himself from the bed rail is a sure fire way to get the adrenaline pumping... and be about two steps away from crapping your scrubs.

LINK: The emotional hangover that came from cases that scrape close to home is always hard to cope with.

[Follows THIS, but the day before THIS]

As Matt rode his bike in the opposite direction to his home as he left work, he found himself wishing he could erase the whole month that had just passed and it do it over. In general, the only time he really got angry was when his sisters were threatened; he normally wasn't an angry person. In fact, he was usually one of those placid easy-going type of guys, except when he had a reason not to be. To start, he figured his anger was more than necessary when George told him that she had revealed to Patrick - their boss - that they had been having an affair. The only reason Matt even started anything with her in the first place was because she agreed to keep it secret. She had known he had been worried about his job in the face of it, and she had promised him. No one liked being betrayed, and no matter how many people thought he should have a girlfriend and settle down, he didn't think he was ready, and definitely not with someone who he couldn't trust. He had mostly dealt with all that by being an ostrich and burying his head in the sand. He had falling ill with that stomach flu going around the place, going underground and wallowing in his own misery alone until he started to feel better. That, in itself, was unusual for him. He had always been close to his family. It was really strange that this time he didn't go to any of them when he was ill. In fact, it even had Woody accusing him of having an upset stomach because of what happened with George. Matt just hadn't even wanted to talk about it by that point. He was pissed off and not feeling well, it really wasn't a good mix.

( Which is why the last thing he needed to hear was that one of his twin sisters had gotten herself pregnant...Collapse )


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5.8. "Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other."
Marquis De Sade

Co-written with withlightson

After spending some time with Mel the previous night, Matt did end up going home and getting drunk with Woody. It wasn't a bender by any means, but they went through a couple of six packs together and passed out on the sofa in probably a scene that would have somesniggering and accusing them of being gay, Matt's head on Woody's shoulder and Woody's head on top of Matt's. That's how Matt woke up the next morning, though the hangover had been tolerable. One round with the Porcelain Goddess, greasy bacon and eggs for breakfast with a whole bottle of orange juice chased by four Tylenol, and he was ready to rock up to work for his afternoon shift at lunch time. Woody was still passed out on the sofa when Matt left. They had known each other since they were in diapers, so Matt really had no issues just leaving his friend there. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and it wouldn't be the last.

( Matt felt better having breached the gap and spoken to Mel, even if he was still feeling like he failed her hearing she was pregnant...Collapse )


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LINK: I don't appreciate it being hinted that I'm socially handicapped because I'm a single male nurse, thank you very much... and no, I'm not gay.

LINK: Bloody hell, how could I have been so stupid?

LINK: It's the days you get spectacularly vomited on that you wonder why the hell you decided to become a nurse and not an accountant.

LINK: Either I have really shit luck, or I'm so not cut out to be a nurse... and fuck that 72 year old lady was strong.

LINK: Ah, shit... left it there.