Short Story

While the man before her speaks, she examines her surroundings, perplexed by her situation. She tries to digest what the Doctor before her is saying, but due to her confusion, she can only comprehend fragments.

Gwen was shocked by her own boldness, and a prickle of nerves heated her skin, but she wanted this, to give back to Gwaine. He’d done so much for her on a variety of levels and had been patient. Hopefully, in terms of oral sex, what had worked with Arthur would work with Gwaine.

Tristan hurried for the door, and Arthur followed him outside into the misty autumn night. “Would you walk with me? To Gwen’s? It’ll take about twenty minutes, but I could use some support.”

Mrs. Morrison was too busy to die - Mr. Peter tossed the words around in his head, narrowed his eyes, peered at Mathew John and said, “Let me see if I have this straight. At one this morning, your mission was to escort Mrs. Morrison from her home to the gate, sign her in and then show her too the waiting room. Mathew, why did you deviate from the standard procedure?”

“Miss Lucille? Do you understand what I’m saying?” He’d stopped, his brows furrowed just a bit and his eyes clouded with concern, though she couldn’t for the slightest understand what he was concerned about. Lucie caught herself, glancing up from her gently folded hands in her lap, eyes confused for a second as she looked around at the unfamiliar room lined with books that were neatly aligned in his perfectly organized office. “I’m sorry, I was… Could you come again?”

"Back off while I stitch this up, you damn savage." Gwen said with a glare. Her dark hazel-green eyes flashed dangerously, and she turned back to her sewing. She instantly changed, her long, slim fingers controlling the needle effortlessly as she stitched up the ripped stitching. She was quickly done, turning back to Jaime and handing him the waistcoat. "Now, be careful with that. You don't want to know what I'll do if you aren't."

Stacy, sit,” Dr. Avis spoke, and Danny, who had been lingering just in front of the double doors, strode forward to sit in one of the plush white chairs just in front of Dr. Avis’s desk. It was also at this time that Danny got the first glimpse of her doctor. The woman was extremely beautiful by Danny’s standards. She observed Danny through the lenses of black cat eye glasses. Her eyeliner was wing out at a sharp edge that looked like it could kill a man, and her lips were a soft orchid pink. Dr. Avis’s brunette hair was pulled up in a classy, but admittedly messy, bun atop her head with a swept fringe and fly-away hairs framing her face. The loose fitted black button up the doctor wore was unbuttoned just enough to show the smooth cream of her chest and the beginnings of cleavage. At the line between her breast hung an anatomically correct heart necklace that Danny was immediately fond

“You aren’t the only one who has kept tabs on Renaud once word had reached my ears of his private celebration when word of each prince death at birth. If it wasn’t for our king personally choosing the queens doctors…”

“And this is guaranteed to work, right? Or would there be any considerable complications during, or following this procedure?” Liz, Molly’s mother questioned from beside, staring back and forth from the x-rays and the doctor in front of them. Her trembling hands her clutching a stack of medical papers and forms, most of them containing Molly’s information about her health and condition.

Joe knew that his illness struck in full. He sighed and pulled himself out of bed, pulling on a pair of pyjama bottoms over his boxer briefs and heading off for the kitchen. When he got there, he checked the time on the stove, and saw that it was 10:24. This was, of course, an ideal time

Arthur was sitting at his desk mindlessly looking of the grain stores for the coming winter. His mind strays as his eyes blurred. An unconscious thought slips into his mind, “I wish Merlin was here.”

Clara hesitated in sitting and was about to stand when she felt his hand on her arm. Taking his hand, she offered support because it wasn't everyday the Doctor told her about himself.

“Charles and I always talk about how clumsy I am. If he wasn’t a surgeon, I’d probably be dead!” Her cheerful chirp pulled me from my thoughts, eliciting a chuckle that forced its way out of my mouth. After everything that had happened, I still adored her, which would disgust the nurse if she knew the truth. “I’m so grateful Charles found me, it was quite a nasty fall. It’s frightening how accidents like this can

“I’m Mrs. Clemence. Agnes Elizibeth Clemence. I’ll be working for you. Fresh linens, something to eat, or a mess wiped up, I’ll be there in a hurry. Your happines here is my main priority.”

In the middle of the dance, Arthur stood up and killed the music. “I have an announcement to make.” He pulled Gwen off the couch and dropped to one knee. “Gwen, I love you more than anything and I would be honored if you’d be my wife. I love you so much. What do you say?”