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Declan Harding

"The best way to fix yourself is to help others."

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a character in “Saint Peters Hospital”, as played by desire99600

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"The only way to move on is to face the past."



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| Full Name |
"Nothing too interesting."
Declan Jacob Harding


| Nickname |
"Not much you can do with Declan."
Declan doesn't really have nicknames because there really aren't many ways to shorten his name without sounding ridiculous. He just goes by Declan.


| Age |
"I'm young, but I'm brilliant, ask anyone who knows me."
Twenty-six years old


| Gender |
"Ouch, that hurt."
Male



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| Appearance |
"I take good care of myself."
    Hair
    >> Light brown, blond highlights <<
    >> Used to be long, but keeps it short for work <<
    >> Always a tad messy <<
    >> Keeps facial hair groomed for work <<
    Eyes
    >> Pale blue <<
    >> Appears to constantly be analyzing <<
    Build
    >> Tall <<
    >> Toned and muscled <<
    >> Keeps himself fit <<
    Piercings
    >> N/A <<
    Scars
    >> Throat <<
    Car accident
    >> Upper left arm <<
    Same car accident as above
    >> Back of neck <<
    Small scar from Alice throwing a rock at him during
    a fight. The rock wasn't big, but it was sharp, and
    it hit just hard enough, in the right spot to knock
    him out cold.
    >> Lower abdomen <<
    This was a knife wound, he was stabbed in the
    lower abs in a fight and nearly lost his life. It was
    after this that he met Alice and turned his life around
    Tattoos
    >> Inner elbow <<
    At the moment, Declan really only has one tattoo, but
    he plans to get more. It's in the inside of his life elbow
    in a font and placing similar to this. It just says "Alice".



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    | Likes |
    "I love my job, even when it's hard to do."
    ā™„ Working
    ā™„ Alice
    ā™„ Drinking
    ā™„ Talking to people
    ā™„ Parties
    ā™„ Cigarettes (Which Alice hates)
    ā™„ Rock music (which Alice also hates)
    ā™„ His two St Bernards Mountain and Hero
    ā™„ Sex

    | Dislikes |
    "I'd have to say my least favorite thing is being pushed around."
    āœ— Alice's family
    āœ— Rude people
    āœ— When Alice tells him what to do
    āœ— Talk radio
    āœ— Being ordered around
    āœ— Cold weather
    āœ— Not having control
    āœ— Hurting people
    āœ— Waking up early
    āœ— Being told no

    | Fears |
    "Everyone's afraid of something."
    ā˜  Losing Alice āž› Alice is very important to Declan. They don't get along very well sometimes and he's always fucking things up between the two of them, but he's afraid of someday losing her. She picked him up when he was a mess and saved his life. He's afraid of who he'd become without her.
    ā˜  Losing himself again āž› A lot of shit has happened to Declan, he hasn't always been put together and in control of his life and, above all else, he's afraid to lose all the self control he's gained. He doesn't want to go back to the man he was before and he's afraid letting go, even a little bit, will put him right back in that place.
    ā˜  Getting married āž› Honestly, as much as he needs Alice and cares about her, he was sort of pressured into proposing to her by her parents. He does think that, maybe some day, they could get married, but at the moment, it's all kind of sudden and he's afraid to marry her, though he'd never admit that. He just puts it off as having a little bit of cold feet when, really, it's something deeper.



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| Personality |
"I haven't always been such a good person."
Currently, Declan is a pretty good guy. He loves his job at the hospital, helping people work through their problems, is brilliantly smart, and tries his best to treat people with respect and decency. He like he's got his entire life in order, right down to the very last detail, everything is planned, perfect, and ready to go.

He prides himself on control and organization. He's constantly in control of his surroundings and himself, always making sure to keep himself in line. He organizes his entire life, every file in his office neatly tucked away, every shirt in his drawer nicely folded. He believes that, without order and organization, you have chaos, and when things start to get chaotic around Declan, he quickly starts to lose himself and become someone he doesn't want to be so he surrounds himself with order.

He's caring and considerate if you get to know him. He really does love working with the teenagers at the hospital, even the more difficult ones. Whereas some of the other doctors are only there for the science of it or the high salary, treating the patients like experiments and dollar signs, Declan really cares. He's one of the few members of the medical staff that gives a shit about his patients and honestly listens to them. He's not their to get paid or learn more about the human mind, he's there to help people.

Declan is also ridiculously smart. He's got an intuition like no other and a brain that can quickly, and precisely analyze overwhelming amounts of information. He can read people like books just by meeting them and hearing a few words, and he's always open to learning, loving to take in new information.

However, Declan wasn't always such a catch. Before he met Alice, he was honestly a complete mess. He was cruel, condescending, sarcastic, and miserable. He hurt people just because he could, and used his incredible intelligence as a weapon, feeling superior because of it. He was an incredibly prideful man, with a lot of greed and anger inside him that was constantly itching to be let out.

This is the Declan he fears more than anything and the reason he's so paranoid about having control. He never wants to be that person again because he lost huge parts of himself to anger and hurt people he cared about all the time.

Bits and pieces of the old Declan still shine through. When him and Alice fight, things can get ugly sometimes. She even threw a rock at the back of his head once and knocked him out cold with it. He can feel himself starting to lose control when he gets angry, and tries to avoid anything that would piss him off, terrified of his temper.

Drinking is another problem he has and is still struggling with. Alice is good at helping him if she's around, but, once he gets started, Declan rarely knows how to stop, and before he knows it, he turns into a monster. He's cruel when he's drunk, doing and saying things he'd otherwise never even think about, but he can't seem to give up the drinking for good, because, in all honesty, he likes the danger of it.

He tries to keep himself more controlled now, but he's always been a bit of a danger junkie, attracted to anything that was bad for him, destroying anything good. Alice keeps him in check now though, making sure he doesn't revert back to his dangerous cycle of self-destruction. He's thankful for her help because honestly, while he misses the danger and the excitement, there never really seems to be a balance for him and that scares him. He'd rather be a good guy and feel a little restrained then a horrible guy who hurts everyone around him.






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| History |
"I'm not exactly proud of my past."
Declan's story is wild and reckless. He was born to a pretty typical family. His mother was beautiful, his father kind and funny. He had three younger sisters, Lucinda, Kellie, and Roxanne, all of whom he loved very much. As the only boy, he was always a little rebellious, but that was normal, he never got into anything too horrible. They were happy and things were generally normal for their family.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long. When Declan was twelve, they got in a horrible car accident on the way home from a camping trip. Everyone in the car was killed but Declan. His mother nearly survived, but later died in surgery while his father and three sisters died on impact. To this day, he wears three bracelets made by his sisters, never taking them off.

After that, Declan became an orphan, owned by the government and pushed into foster care. He was miserable and started using the rebellious streak in him to get into darker, more dangerous things. None of his foster families wanted him, he was unmanageable. He stole, drank, did drugs, brought girls home, partied, and did everything in his power possible to piss off whoever his guardian was at the time. He went through so many homes, he lost count.

Eventually, he pissed off the wrong people. He angered a gang member at a party and was later jumped by six of his friends. He was beaten bloody and stabbed in the abdomen, left there to die.

Thankfully, a girl happened to be passing by and found him lying there. He was nearly dead already and they were in a dangerous part of town, she could have just left him, but she called an ambulance and waited with him until it arrived.

When he woke, he found her still there, sitting at his bedside looking nervous. She was stunning and he was amazed that she'd cared enough to save his life because no one had given a fuck about him since his family's death. She wanted to make sure he was okay and recovered well because she said she felt responsible for him, so he let her stay and told her everything about himself.

When it was time for him to leave the hospital, Declan had nowhere to go, but she took him in. Her parents were rich and snobby, they didn't approve of him at all, but their only daughter got everything she wanted, so they took him in. After that, he did everything he could to turn his life around and prove to Alice's parents that he was worth the trouble of taking him in.

They never seemed satisfied with anything he did, but that was okay. Alice was always impressed by him and he just used their disapproval as motivation, forcing himself to become the man he thought they'd want him to be. They put him through college, paid for his clothes and food, and, even if they never really looked at him as a son, Declan knows he owes them everything.

He fell in love with Alice while the two of them were in college together. He was studying to be a psychiatrist and she was studying to be a nurse. For the first time in his life, he made lasting relationships. Him and his roommate became best friends and he started dating Alice exclusively.

It wasn't until he earned his degree that Alice's parents finally gave him their approval, and what was more, they wanted him to marry their daughter. He was pushed into it a little, but eventually, he proposed and Alice agreed.

After college, he and Alice both got a job at Saint Peter's Hospital, him as a psychiatrist, her as a nurse. Now they live in a little apartment together near the hospital.



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Life's For The Living
Passenger
Well grey clouds wrapped round the town like elastic
Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic
The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain
While laundrettes cleaned clothes, high heals rub toes
Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows
Dressed in their suits and their boots well they all look the same

I took myself down to the cafe to find all the boys lost in books and crackling vinyl
And carved out a poem above the urinal that read
Donā€™t you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what youā€™re given
Lifeā€™s for the living so live it
Or youā€™re better off dead

While the evening pulled the moon out of itā€™s packet
Stars shone like buttons on an old manā€™s jacket
We needed a nail but we tacked it ā€™til it fell of the wall

While pigeonā€™s pecked trains, sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
And we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call

And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town
Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown
With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye she said
Donā€™t you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what youā€™re given
Lifeā€™s for the living so live it
Or youā€™re better off dead

Well Iā€™m sick of this town, this blind manā€™s forage
They take your dreams down and stick them in storage
You can have them back son when youā€™ve paid off your mortgage and loans
Oh hell with this place, Iā€™ll go it my own way
Iā€™ll stick out my thumb and I trudge down the highway
Someday someone must be going my way home

Till then Iā€™ll make my bed from a disused car
With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
And Iā€™ll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread
Donā€™t you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what youā€™re given
You know lifeā€™s for the living so live it
Or youā€™re better off dead

Donā€™t you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what youā€™re given
Lifeā€™s for the living so live it
Or youā€™re better off dead


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Guilty Filthy Soul
AWOLNATION
I'm running out of faith
Be careful who you tell
[x2]

She's blackening my name
My army never came
It's water under the bridge
Be careful who you tell

Cause you gotta look her in the eye
And you gotta love your way of life
Cause you gotta guilty, filthy soul
Don't ya know it's out of your control

She's blackening my name
I know you feel the same
It's water under the bridge
Be careful who you tell

Stop squeezing on my neck
Your unemployment check
It's water under the bridge
Be careful who you tell

Cause you gotta look her in the eye
And you gotta love your way of life
Cause you gotta guilty, filthy soul
Don't ya know it's out of your control

Waiting on a blood line
You can find some free time
Look at who you're hating
Now your celebrating

Waiting on a blood line
You can find some free time

Waiting on a blood line [x3]

She's blackening my name
Be careful who you tell

Cause you gotta look her in the eye
And you gotta love your way of life
Cause you gotta guilty, filthy soul
Don't ya know it's out of your control


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So begins...

Declan Harding's Story

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Levi was hardly responding to her kiss and it drove her crazy. She knew he was doing it on purpose because he wanted to make her work for it, but she had to admit, it was working. Him taunting her by acting like he wasn't interested in her only made her that much more desperate for his affection. She'd do anything for his attention and she hated that he'd just figured that out, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. He had control of her.

Before she could get his shirt completely undone, Levi grabbed her wrists roughly, stopping her, making her raise an eyebrow at him. His other hand started to move slowly up her body and she closed her eyes and let out a deep moan, loving the way it felt to have his hands all over her, wanting more. He grabbed her hair tightly in his fist and she smirked as he kissed her hard, loving the taste of his lips, kissing him back eagerly, her high making the kiss that much more intense.

Levi lifted her as he kissed her and placed her on his desk, making her smirk before he pulled on her hair and yanked her lips away from his. Micky bit her lip hard as she held his eyes. The look in his eyes was intense and extremely dangerous, making her want him so bad it hurt. ā€œWell then, I guess you deserved that slap...means Iā€™m doing something right.ā€ He breathed darkly and she let out a desperate noise, wanting him to stop talking and kiss her again.

Levi lifted her a little then and she smirked as he slipped off her jeans and tossed them aside. She held his eyes, heart pounding rapidly in her chest as he stuck two fingers in his mouth. She knew he was going to touch her and the anticipation was killing her even though it only took a second for him to take his fingers from his mouth and reach down to touch her. Levi pushed her panties aside and Kayla bit her lip hard when, instead of rubbing her, he stuck his fingers inside her. He held her eyes as he did it, smirking wickedly and sending a shiver through her whole body.

He kissed her hard on the lips and Micky tried to concentrate on the kiss, but it was hard with what he was doing to her. She was absolutely breathless and her moans were fast and desperate as she arched her body against him, wanting more. "Fuck Levi." Micky moaned breathlessly, a shudder running through her as kissed his jaw and neck, placing quick, hot kisses on his skin. She reached out and started to undo the buttons of his shirt again quickly, but clumsily because she couldn't quite concentrate.




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It was quiet between them for a long time and he had a bad feeling she was going to push him away, like she always did, he just wished she wouldn't. He needed her, no matter how horrible they were for each other. His life just wasn't complete without her. When she wasn't around, he felt like he was suffocating because he needed her to survive. He wished she could understand that.

ā€œBabyā€¦ā€ She started and he let out a deep sigh as she adjusted herself in the bed. He had a bad feeling he knew what was coming and he wished she'd just stop because he didn't want to hear her push him away. ā€œYou are the stupidest person Iā€™ve ever met.ā€ She breathed, voice soft. ā€œAlice was good for you.ā€ She breathed and Declan rolled his eyes. He didn't care if Alice was good for him or not.

Quite honestly, he didn't care if he never saw Alice again at that point. All that mattered now was that Ophelia was laying in a hospital bed because she'd tried to kill herself. ā€œI wasnā€™t offing myself to make you feel guiltyā€¦ā€ she said honestly. ā€œI was offing myself because I knew youā€™d never move on if I was still alive. Iā€™m tired of hurting youā€¦and, Iā€™ll never change. Iā€™m so fucking broken.ā€ Ophelia breathed.

Declan could tell she was close to tears and he shook his head and sighed, squeezing her hand. He stood for a moment and kissed her lips gently, letting her know with his kiss just how much he loved her before he sat back in his seat next to her, still holding her hand. "I don't want you to change, I'd never ask you to change." He breathed honestly, holding her eyes. "I don't want to move on either." He shrugged simply. "I tried and it didn't work. I can't live without you, it's just not possible and your death wouldn't fix that." He said simply, holding her eyes, needing her to believe him.




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She hated that he was the only person on the planet that could make her feel something. Sheā€™d worked so hard and turning her back towards the world no matter the cost, then heā€™d come along and ruined everything. He made her face herself, called her out like everyone else was scared to do. He wasnā€™t scared of her and that scared the shit out of her. He squeezed her hand making her close her eyes. She hadnā€™t even realized heā€™d stood up until he was lend forward kissing her lips. She couldnā€™t help but moan softly because his lips felt beyond incredible.

"I don't want you to change, I'd never ask you to change." He breathed softly, sitting back down, still holding her hand. She held his eyes, jaw clenched. "I don't want to move on either." He shrugged and she sighed. Sheā€™d never had someone care so much about her. "I tried and it didn't work. I can't live without you, it's just not possible and your death wouldn't fix that." he said simply holding her eyes.

She looked away from him, trying to feel past her broken emotions. It was silent between them for a long moment. She was waging war on herself, trying to build up the words to say. Ophelia was so used to rejection, pain, and betrayal that she wasnā€™t entirely sure how to feel about Declan having given up everything for her, including risky his job if they were caught.

ā€œAll I ever wanted was someone like you.ā€ She breathed finally glancing back to him holding his eyes. ā€œYouā€™re going to get tired of tryingā€¦ā€ she breathed. ā€œIā€™m going to lie and push you.ā€ She held his eyes. ā€œYouā€™re going to hurt me.ā€ She was almost talking as if she was going to give him up, like she wasnā€™t giving him a choice. ā€œBut, Iā€™d rather be miserable and jealous and out of control with youā€¦then not have you at all.ā€ Her voice was a whisper, because it hurt her throat to talk much more than that.

The door opened then and Ophelia was quick to pull her hand from Declanā€™s wincing a bit as she moved. It was Dr. Wells raising a brow at the two of them being alone. ā€œYou have permission to be in here Dr. Harding?ā€ he asked steeping into the room. ā€œBecause sheā€™s on lock downā€¦under my care.ā€ He said holding Declanā€™s eyes.


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Her moans against his lips were desperate and fast, making him move his finger inside her quicker and rougher. The taste of her lips had his head spinning and his heart pounding. When he fucked her he wasnā€™t thinking about their past or the future. They were in the moment and thatā€™s what made being with her so incredible. He had nothing on his mind but making her feel like no one else could. That way he knew when she stepped out on him, nothing would ever satisfy her as much as he could.

ā€œFuck Levi.ā€ she breathed, clearly having a hard time with her words. She tried unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, however her fingers were clumsy, because he knew he was making it hard for her to concentrate. The hand the was laced in her hair, moved down to wrap tightly around her neck. Tight enough to excite her, but not leave a bruise. He used his grip on her neck to push her away from him, just far enough that she could no longer reach the buttons on his shirt.

He pulled his hand from her panties a wicked smirk on his lips as he dropped his hand from her neck and took a step away from her, making it clear that he had every intent to leave her without fucking her. Heā€™d never done that to her before, hell he couldnā€™t pass up sex, even boring sex with Fiona. He wanted to make her beg for it though, really beg for it.

ā€œDesprateā€™s a good look for you babe.ā€ He smirked letting his eyes run over her. ā€œBut, just how low are you willing to sink to get me to fuck you?ā€ he asked raising a brow, honestly wanting to know just how far he could push her.



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Levi was driving her absolutely crazy with how fast and hard he was fingering her. She wanted him so bad, so she moved quickly to get his shirt unbuttoned, but, before she could manage it, he slipped his hand from her hair and wrapped it around her throat, pushing her away a second time. Her heart was racing in her chest as he held her away from him so she couldn't touch him.

He pulled his hand from her panties then and she raised an eyebrow as he took a step away. Her breathing was quick and her whole body was on fire, needing him, but it was clear he wasn't just going to give it to her. He wanted her to work for it, and she wondered if teasing her and making her beg was his way of punishing her for fucking Dean. It drove her crazy, but she liked when he took control.

This time, however, he looked like he wasn't just going to drive her nuts. It looked like he was going to walk away from her and that honestly worried her because he'd never done that to her. No one had ever done that to her. The wicked smirk on his lips was irresistible and the way he'd just been teasing her had her all worked up. She'd do whatever he asked her to and he knew it so he wanted to see how far he could push her.

ā€œDesprateā€™s a good look for you babe.ā€ He smirked and she bit her lip as his eyes raked her. ā€œBut, just how low are you willing to sink to get me to fuck you?ā€ He asked, raising a brow, and she bit her lip even harder. She couldn't hold back the desperate noise that escaped her throat because she knew he was going to push her and push her.

"Levi please." She breathed as she got off the desk and walked over to him, pressing her lips hard against his. She finished taking his shirt off, followed by his tie before she started to kiss along his jaw and neck, then making her way down his chest, dropping to her knees in front of him. She smirked up at him as she kissed his waistline teasingly, wanting to taunt him right back. "Please fuck me baby." She breathed against his skin, standing again and kissing him hard on the lips.

Kayla stood on her toes and wrapped one arm around his neck to kiss him harder while she slipped the other hand down his chest and abs. Quickly, before he could push her away or stop her for a third time, she undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants before slipping her hand down them to touch him. "I'll do whatever you want." She breathed against his lips, pulling her body tighter against his with a needy moan. "Just don't walk away." She whispered desperately, hoping he'd stay.




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Ophelia looked away from him and it fell silent between them for an agonizingly long time. He wished he knew what she was thinking, but it was always so hard to read her. He just hoped she believed him because he was telling the truth. He wasn't the best guy in the world, but when it came to his feelings for her, he would never lie to her. He wished she could understand that what they had wasn't a trick or a cruel joke he was playing on her to hurt her in the end. It was real.

Still, he understood why it was so hard for her. She'd never really been loved and any love she'd ever been given wasn't real, pure, and honest like what he felt for her. It had been twisted and warped, and it had fucked her up she badly, she didn't know what real love looked like or who to trust. That was why he refused to give up on her. Because, even though she was closed off and cruel most of the time, it wasn't her fault.

ā€œAll I ever wanted was someone like you.ā€ She finally breathed and he sighed as she looked at him. ā€œYouā€™re going to get tired of tryingā€¦ Iā€™m going to lie and push you. Youā€™re going to hurt me.ā€ She said, holding his eyes and he just listened patiently, bracing himself for the possibility that she'd push him away again. ā€œBut, Iā€™d rather be miserable and jealous and out of control with youā€¦then not have you at all.ā€ She whispered and he let out a sigh of relief, glad he wasn't losing her.

He wanted to kiss her again and tell her how much he loved her, but before he had the chance, the door opened and he glanced over his shoulder to see Dr. Wells come in. ā€œYou have permission to be in here Dr. Harding?ā€ He asked, making his jaw clench. Hell yes, he had permission. Dr. Wells wasn't more powerful then he was, they were both on the same level in the hospital with the same amount of authority and yet, he always seemed to think he ran the place. ā€œBecause sheā€™s on lock downā€¦under my care.ā€ He said holding Declanā€™s eyes.

Declan just shrugged simply. "So she's on lock down." He breathed like it didn't matter. "I'm not a patient or a visitor, Dr. Wells." He spat, disdain clear in his voice, but speaking calmly even though he wanted nothing more then to scream at him. "I'm her doctor." He shrugged. "She's under both our care. Just because you put her on lock down does not mean she's suddenly only your patient." He said simply, raising an eyebrow.




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Ophelia glanced up to Dr. Wells who was clearly agitated that he wasnā€™t the one sitting by Opheliaā€™s side. As much as O wanted to smirk and taunt Dr. Wells, she didnā€™t because she just wanted for once not to cause trouble, which was really odd for Ophelia. Instead she closed her eyes letting the two of them hash it out their selves instead of getting involved. There was a part of O that hope like hell Declan wouldnā€™t leave her alone.

ā€œSo she's on lock down. I'm not a patient or a visitor, Dr. Wells." he spat, making it clear he wasnā€™t leaving and he didnā€™t care what Dr. Wells had to say. "I'm her doctor." he breathed and she opened her eyes glancing to him. Grateful he wasnā€™t taking her cruel advice and handing her completely over to Dr. Wells. "She's under both our care. Just because you put her on lock down does not mean she's suddenly only your patient." He said simply and she sighed.

Dr. Wells rolled his eyes, before turning his gaze to O and she held his eye, passive. ā€œIā€™m headed home for the night Iā€™ll be back in a few hours.ā€ He informed her as if she really cared all that much. She nodded letting him know she understood. He shot one more almost warning look at Declan before leaving them alone again. It was quite for a long moment, as O listened to Dr. Wells footsteps retreating down the hallway.

Opheliaā€™s eyes flicked to her wrist that was now stitched up. As fucked up as it was, she still didnā€™t feel bad about it. She had so much on her mind and she wondered if Declan would go back to Alice if she wanted to work things out, or if heā€™d just stay separated from her.

ā€œIā€™m sorry, for acting like a psychopath and breaking into your house.ā€ She sighed. ā€œI just donā€™t ever thinkā€¦ā€ she shrugged, the pain medication finally setting gin she couldnā€™t feel a damn thing and she was glad it made it easier to talk. ā€œI fucking hate this hospital bed.ā€ She sighed feeling a little more like herself now that the drugs had fully set int.


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He watched the desperation in her body, he could tell she was seriously worried that he might actually leave her and he loved that he could make her feel that kind of fear. "Levi please." she breathed as she got off the desk and paused in front of him. She finished unbuttoning his shit and slipped it off followed by his tie. Her lips moved long his jaw and neck making it increasingly hard for him to continue to ignore her. Her lips continued down his chest and surprisingly heā€™d stayed passive. She dropped to her knees then making him raise a brow. Her lisp taunting his waistline. "Please fuck me baby." she breathed against his skin, before standing in front of him once again and kissing him hard.

He kissed her back just as hard slipping a hand in her hair. He loved the taste of her lips and the way her skin felt against his, he couldnā€™t even begin to describe the feeling even if he tried. He felt her body lift a bit, knowing she was standing on her toes as she wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him harder. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close. Her free hand ran along his chest and abs, making him groan against her lips.

She undid his belt then and unbuttoned his pants, before her hand slipped into his pant as she started touching him making him groan deeper. Her touch was pure fire against his skin, making him kiss her harder, like she he was desperate to feel her lips against his. He kissed her like he couldnā€™t get enough of her.


"I'll do whatever you want." She breathed against his lips, before pulling her body against his tighter and letting out an aching moan. "Just don't walk away." she whispered begging him and that was all the begging he needed or more factually, the longest he could wait to fuck her. She pulled away from her lips then only to slip of her shirt, his fingertips traced her spine as he kissed her hard again, slipping his tongue past her lips.

He broke there kiss once more pulling her hand from his jeans, to spin her, so her bare back was facing his bare chest. He lips moved along her shoulders, moving her hair to one side. He slipped his pants off, before quickly slipping off her skirt and panties, not able to wait any longer as he started fucking her roughly.




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Ophelia glanced up to Dr. Wells who was clearly agitated that he wasnā€™t the one sitting by Opheliaā€™s side. As much as O wanted to smirk and taunt Dr. Wells, she didnā€™t because she just wanted for once not to cause trouble, which was really odd for Ophelia. Instead she closed her eyes letting the two of them hash it out their selves instead of getting involved. There was a part of O that hope like hell Declan wouldnā€™t leave her alone.

ā€œSo she's on lock down. I'm not a patient or a visitor, Dr. Wells." he spat, making it clear he wasnā€™t leaving and he didnā€™t care what Dr. Wells had to say. "I'm her doctor." he breathed and she opened her eyes glancing to him. Grateful he wasnā€™t taking her cruel advice and handing her completely over to Dr. Wells. "She's under both our care. Just because you put her on lock down does not mean she's suddenly only your patient." He said simply and she sighed.

Dr. Wells rolled his eyes, before turning his gaze to O and she held his eye, passive. ā€œIā€™m headed home for the night Iā€™ll be back in a few hours.ā€ He informed her as if she really cared all that much. She nodded letting him know she understood. He shot one more almost warning look at Declan before leaving them alone again. It was quite for a long moment, as O listened to Dr. Wells footsteps retreating down the hallway.

Opheliaā€™s eyes flicked to her wrist that was now stitched up. As fucked up as it was, she still didnā€™t feel bad about it. She had so much on her mind and she wondered if Declan would go back to Alice if she wanted to work things out, or if heā€™d just stay separated from her.

ā€œIā€™m sorry, for acting like a psychopath and breaking into your house.ā€ She sighed. ā€œI just donā€™t ever thinkā€¦ā€ she shrugged, the pain medication finally setting gin she couldnā€™t feel a damn thing and she was glad it made it easier to talk. ā€œI fucking hate this hospital bed.ā€ She sighed feeling a little more like herself now that the drugs had fully set int.


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He watched the desperation in her body, he could tell she was seriously worried that he might actually leave her and he loved that he could make her feel that kind of fear. "Levi please." she breathed as she got off the desk and paused in front of him. She finished unbuttoning his shit and slipped it off followed by his tie. Her lips moved long his jaw and neck making it increasingly hard for him to continue to ignore her. Her lips continued down his chest and surprisingly heā€™d stayed passive. She dropped to her knees then making him raise a brow. Her lisp taunting his waistline. "Please fuck me baby." she breathed against his skin, before standing in front of him once again and kissing him hard.

He kissed her back just as hard slipping a hand in her hair. He loved the taste of her lips and the way her skin felt against his, he couldnā€™t even begin to describe the feeling even if he tried. He felt her body lift a bit, knowing she was standing on her toes as she wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him harder. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close. Her free hand ran along his chest and abs, making him groan against her lips.

She undid his belt then and unbuttoned his pants, before her hand slipped into his pant as she started touching him making him groan deeper. Her touch was pure fire against his skin, making him kiss her harder, like she he was desperate to feel her lips against his. He kissed her like he couldnā€™t get enough of her.


"I'll do whatever you want." She breathed against his lips, before pulling her body against his tighter and letting out an aching moan. "Just don't walk away." she whispered begging him and that was all the begging he needed or more factually, the longest he could wait to fuck her. She pulled away from her lips then only to slip of her shirt, his fingertips traced her spine as he kissed her hard again, slipping his tongue past her lips.

He broke there kiss once more pulling her hand from his jeans, to spin her, so her bare back was facing his bare chest. He lips moved along her shoulders, moving her hair to one side. He slipped his pants off, before quickly slipping off her skirt and panties, not able to wait any longer as he started fucking her roughly.




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Kayla loved the way he groaned deeply against her lips as she touched him. She liked making him need her as badly as she needed him and she loved the way he kissed her. His arms were around her tight, keeping her body pressed against his as he kissed her like her lips were his air and he was suffocating. It was intense and incredible, and exactly why no one else's lips had ever compared. No one else kissed her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Micky smirked at him when he pulled away from her lips for a second to pull her shirt off and toss it away. She knew he wasn't going to walk away then and her heart started racing in her chest as he kissed her again, hard, causing her to moan desperately into his lips, her whole body needing him. He sent shivers through her when he trailed his fingertips down her spine, setting her skin on fire in the most amazing way.

She was still sore from fucking him all night the night before, but she didn't care. She wanted him too badly to care about anything other then his lips on hers and his hands on her skin. Levi broke the kiss again and she smirked wickedly as he yanked her hand from his pants before spinning her so her back was to him. He moved her hair to one side, causing her to let out a needy moan when he brought his lips down on her skin and started to trail them along her shoulders while he slipped out of his pants. Finally, just when she thought she was about to lose it, he pulled her panties off and started fucking her hard, causing her to press her palms against the desk in front of her and lean on them as he fucked her because of how rough he was and how weak she already was from earlier.

Kayla wasn't entirely sure how long they fucked, but, by the time they were done, she was so sore and tired, she knew her body would be aching for quite a while. At one point, she'd begged him to stop because she wasn't sure she could take anymore, but he'd only forced her to continue until her whole body was trembling and she couldn't breath.

When he finally rolled off her, they were laying on the floor of his office and she pulled herself over to him with a groan as she rested her head against his chest and tried to catch her breath. "Fuck." Micky breathed, letting out a long, deep breath and closing her eyes because she was utterly worn out. Her body was still shaking some as she lay against him. "It's been way too long since I've been fucked like that. I'll be sore for days." She breathed with a smirk, turning her head so she could see him.




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Declan watched Dr. Wells roll his eyes and he had to fight the urge to do the same because the man honestly drove him crazy. No one got him irritated as fast as Dr. Wells, not even Ophelia. ā€œIā€™m headed home for the night Iā€™ll be back in a few hours.ā€ He told Ophelia like she needed to know his whereabouts, making him sigh. He really wished she was just under his care. It would make his life a hell of a lot less stressful. Before he left, Dr. Wells shot him one last glance and Declan just rolled his eyes as the door shut behind him. He'd only been there for a moment, but he was honestly glad he was gone.

Declan returned his attention to Ophelia, not sure what to say. She wanted to talk to her about Dr. Wells extremely badly. He wanted to make her realize that her fucking him wasn't a good idea, that the man had done horrible things to her and she should want nothing to do with him. Still, he knew he couldn't. If he said something about it, it would only piss her off. She'd think he was judging her and telling her what to do and, in the end, he'd get nowhere. It would only make her want to fuck him more.

ā€œIā€™m sorry, for acting like a psychopath and breaking into your house.ā€ Ophelia sighed, pulling him from his thoughts and he just shrugged. Honestly, he didn't care about it anymore. All he cared about was the fact that she was alive. ā€œI just donā€™t ever thinkā€¦ā€ She shrugged, and he smirked because that was true. Ophelia was impulsive as fuck, but it was one of the things he loved most about her. Sure, it got her into trouble, but it also made her exciting to be around because you never quite knew what she'd do. ā€œI fucking hate this hospital bed.ā€ She sighed, sounding a bit better.

Declan sighed too and looked her over. "I know it's crappy, but you really should just rest." He breathed, hoping she'd listen. "You've lost a lot of blood. Even if you're feeling better, you probably shouldn't be up and moving around just yet, you'll only strain yourself too much." He shrugged, holding her eyes.




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The only reason Ophelia felt better now, was that the pain medication theyā€™d given her had finally taken over. However, she could still feel the numbed throbbing in her wrists, from her deep cuts. She was already bored. Sure she was exhausted and she looked pale. She didnā€™t care though, she hated not being able to do anything. She was ready to pull the IV out of her skin and walk out of the room and find something better to do, she knew sheā€™d never get away with that though.

"I know it's crappy, but you really should just rest." He breathed and she raised a brow. "You've lost a lot of blood. Even if you're feeling better, you probably shouldn't be up and moving around just yet, you'll only strain yourself too much." he said with a shrug, holding her eyes and she held his right back as a wicked smirk came to her lips, a mischievous look in her eyes.

ā€œDonā€™t look at me like that.ā€ She practically spat. ā€œLike you feel sorry for me.ā€ She continued holding his eyes. ā€œYou been doing it this whole damn time, I donā€™t need your sympathy babe.ā€ She said brutally honest. ā€œWhat I need you to do is fuck meā€¦after all we both owe it to each other.ā€ She smirked never looking away from his blue eyes. ā€œYou said some thingsā€¦I said some things.ā€ A smirk on her unusually pale lips.

It was then that she yanked the IV from the top of her hand and the small oxygen tubes from around her face. It was a bad idea, but for Ophelia to have a good idea for once or do something to benefit herself instead of harm herself would be out of character for her. It was slightly harder to breath, but the drugs in her system made her capable. She walked over to the mirror in the bathroom, using the wall for support considering she was still fairly weak.


ā€œHoly shitā€¦I look dead.ā€ She said looking herself over in the mirror, before walking back out to Declan just as one of her machines started beeping as if to warn the nurses and she simply reached down and unplugged it. ā€œOrā€¦are you too scared?ā€ she said letting her dark eyes flick back to hold his eyes as she referred to him fucking her. ā€œScared will get caught?ā€


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Theyā€™d fucked for so long, that by the time they finished he was beyond exhausted. Nothing could or would ever compare to the way he felt with Mickaela. He felt alive and whole. He needed her, he knew that more than ever now. Which meant to be with her whether she was in the hospital or not, meant he owed it to bother and Fiona and even Ashlynn to file for a divorce. He knew it would be a mess. He had to do it though. Heā€™d pushed both himself and Kayla till they physically couldnā€™t go anymore.

When he finally rolled off her, his head was still reeling. He was higher off of her then he could ever be off any drug and he loved that euphoric feeling. Micky pulled herself over onto his chest with a groan that made him smirk as she rested her head against his chest. His heart rate still slowing down, to a normal pace as they both tried to catch their breath.

"Fuck." she breathed as he started running his fingers up and down her spine slowly as if he was taking in every single curve of her back. He listened as she let out a long deep breath. He couldnā€™t bring himself to say anything just yet. He just tried to calm her still slightly trembling body. "It's been way too long since I've been fucked like that. I'll be sore for days." she breathed a smirk on her lips as she turned her head to see him.

He sat up on his elbows, leaning in and kissing her before moving her off him gently. ā€œI missed you babe...I missed us.ā€ He sighed. ā€œI hate that youā€™re here though.ā€ He sighed as he stood and slipped on his pants. He didnā€™t have a chance to say anything else before his office door opened and reveling a very upset, distressed looking Alice.

ā€œLevi have seen Declan heā€™s not in his office and I really need to talā€¦ā€ she trailed off as soon as her eyes took in the entire scene. Her eyes were wide and her jaw literally dropped. She was clearly in shock. She turned to leave quickly and Levi knew he had to stop her, the first thing sheā€™d do is tell Fiona and he couldnā€™t let Fiona find out that he was fucking Mickaela all over again, from her best friend.

ā€œFuck!ā€ he spat not bothering to put on a shirt as he slipped out of the room after her grabbing her roughly by her arm and dragging her back into the room shoving her down on the couch and locking his office door, making it clear she wasnā€™t leaving. ā€œGet dress Micakela.ā€ He breathed darkly keeping his eyes on Alice. Every ounce of him wanted to hurt her, he knew though he couldnā€™t. He ran his fingers through his hair trying to figure out what the hell to do with her.



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Micky moaned softly at the way he ran his fingertips along her spine, loving his touch. She relaxed into him with a satisfied sigh, letting her heart beat slow and her body stop shaking. It felt good to lay there with him. She wanted so badly, to fall asleep in his arms. It felt so good to actually be with him all night that it honestly hurt to think about the fact that it probably wouldn't ever happen again. She was stuck in the hospital now and he had a family to go home to every night.

Levi sat up on his elbows and leaned in to kiss her, making Micky smirk and lean in as well, loving the taste of his lips. He moved her off him then and she sighed. ā€œI missed you babe...I missed us.ā€ He sighed and she sighed again too because she missed being with him too, but she knew she couldn't anymore. They could fuck around and they could even love each other, but they couldn't be together. ā€œI hate that youā€™re here though." He sighed and she just shrugged like it didn't bother her even though it did. She'd been so stupid for slipping up and killing someone, but, at the very least, it had brought her back to Levi.

Kayla sat up and reached up, grabbing his cigarettes from the desk and lighting one, taking a long drag as she watched him pull his pants back on, waiting for him to tell her he had to leave. Before he could, however, the door opened and she glanced up to see Alice standing in the doorway. She was looking for Declan, but she didn't get far before she realized what was going on. Suddenly, Micky felt panicked, like she should hide, but there was no hiding it. The fact that they'd fucked was clear as day.

Alice's eyes widened, her jaw dropping before she turned to leave. ā€œFuck!ā€ Levi cursed before running after Alice and dragging her back into the room, tossing her down on the couch. ā€œGet dress Micakela.ā€ He breathed darkly and she reality seemed to catch up with her then as she realized they'd been caught. Fuck.

Kayla pulled her clothes back on, unable to look at Alice. Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming wave of guilt hit her. She didn't regret fucking Levi, but the way Alice looked at her made her feel awful about it, like she'd done something wrong and she had. She'd fucked a married man who was way too old for her as well as her doctor. Those things never really seemed to bother her until Alice was in the room, looking at her like she was a whore. Micky bit her lip and looked at Levi, clearly, he was stressed and not sure what to do about Alice. "I should probably go..." She breathed softly. Suddenly, she felt like shit.




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Ophelia smirked wickedly at him and he sighed deeply. He could tell she wanted to cause trouble, and as much as he loved getting into trouble with her, she was laying in a hospital bed. She'd nearly died. He was just nervous for her health more then anything.

ā€œDonā€™t look at me like that. Like you feel sorry for me.ā€ She basically spat and he just rolled his eyes. ā€œYou've been doing it this whole damn time, I donā€™t need your sympathy babe.ā€ She said bluntly and he sighed, knowing she was going to ignore him and get up. ā€œWhat I need you to do is fuck meā€¦ after all we both owe it to each other.ā€ She smirked and he raised an eyebrow. ā€œYou said some thingsā€¦I said some things.ā€ She said, smirking in a way he could never resist.

He winced when she yanked out her chords and tubes. She was weak, that much was obvious as he watched her walk over to the mirror, using the wall to support herself as she criticized her pale reflection. She walked back over to him then, unplugging a machine that was supposed to alert nurses, making him raise a brow as he glanced up at her from his seat. ā€œOrā€¦are you too scared? Scared we'll get caught?ā€ She asked and he rolled his eyes.

Declan stood then and grabbed her by her dark hair, yanking her close and kissing her hard. It felt so good to kiss her again after so long away from her that he never wanted to stop. "Sure you can handle it babe?" He breathed against her lips, raising an eyebrow. "You're pretty weak." He said simply, pulling her closer and kissing her harder, slipping his tongue past her lips.




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She tried to pretend she was fine, because she knew he wouldnā€™t sleep with her if she was too weak. She didnā€™t want to think about it though and she wanted him to take the pain away, like she knew only he could do. All she could think about was his lips on hers and the way his touch felt. She hadnā€™t been fucked by him in a year, nothing compared to his touch and that was all she wanted.

He grabbed hold of her dark hair yanking her close and kissing her hard. She winced, but her pain was forgotten the second his lips touched hers. He kissed her hard and she couldnā€™t help but moan against his lips, before her body was burning. Just moments ago she could barely walk, now all she wanted was for him to be rough and touch her and kiss her. She didnā€™t want to think about anything else. She kissed him back just as hard loving the taste of his lips on hers.

"Sure you can handle it babe?" he breathed against her lips and she let out a small desperate noise when theyā€™d stopped kissing. "You're pretty weak." he said simply but he didnā€™t stop, he pulled her closer and kissed her harder slipping his tongue past her lips and she couldnā€™t help but let out a desperate moan, because it had been so long since theyā€™d touched each other. Theyā€™d kissed on the plain, but she hadnā€™t actually let herself enjoy it.

She kissed him back just as hard, but it was weaker than normal. She slipped her hands along his chest unbuttoning his shirt as she moved slowly down his body, she reached his jeans unbuttoning his pants and losing his belt slipping her hand into his pants and rubbing him. ā€œWeak or not, I can still fuck.ā€ She breathed with a wicked smirk against his lips.


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Levi watched as Kayla slipped her clothes back on quickly, before he turned his eyes to Alice. Everything deep down in his terrible soul, was telling his to kill her. He hadnā€™t picked up a gun in a good year, he hadnā€™t hurt anyone since Micky had left, but now he was very quickly slipping back to his old ways, to protect Fiona from finding out from anyone else besides him, because if he was being honest he still wasnā€™t entirely sure, that he wanted to tell her.

"I should probably go..." Kayla breathed and he shook his head. He didnā€™t want her leaving because leaving while he was still there, meant that she would more or less go find Dean and he couldnā€™t handle thinking about that, while he was trying to deal with Alice. Sure he could reason with Alice and tell her he was planning on telling Fiona, but if he didnā€™t and Alice slipped he was fucked.

ā€œNo.ā€ Levi said plainly, glancing to her. ā€œWhatā€™s the difference in you leaving or staying she already fucking knows.ā€ He spat harshly turning away from the two girls then and punching the wall. Alice already didnā€™t like him, even if he reasoned with her she was liable to still tell Fi. He rested his forehead against the wall and let out a frustrated breath. ā€œIf you leave there is a good chance Iā€™ll kill her.ā€ He breathed honestly.

Before turning back to the two of them leaning his back against the wall. ā€œI really donā€™t want to have to do that.ā€ He sighed running his fingers, through his hair irritated with the situation. ā€œWhy the fuck didnā€™t you knock?ā€ he asked Alice cruelly, keeping his distance because he was scared heā€™d hurt her if he didnā€™t stay away.