phobia

He'd lost track of the days since the funeral. They weren't much different than the nights only, instead of lying in his bed, he lied to everyone who asked him how he was doing. Only, he didn't lie, because Lochlann wasn't sure if he could. He would say things like, "I've been keeping busy."...

Azeria was looking over a particularly long file, god she hated this place. She would rather be in surgery weaving life into people. Her fingers itched to be on a patient but this was just the first step. Turning the corner she walked into the private room and closed the door behind her. Taking...