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cmk418Title: When I Was Just A Little Girl
Character: Gloria
Rating: PG
Word Count: 284
Setting: Pre-series, Season 6 (with a bit of Fontana's Season 2 dialogue)
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At an age when most little girls were going to ballet class or music lessons, Gloria stayed home, tending the wounds of all the boys in the neighborhood. Skinned knees, black eyes, once she even practiced a finger splint. And she always, always, knew that a kiss would make it better.
“It’s so cute. She wants to be a nurse,” her mother would say.
Gloria always corrected, “I am going to be a doctor.”
The adults would laugh, as if they never really expected her to make it. After a while, Gloria wouldn’t bring it up anymore.
But the dream remained, all through her grade school and high school years. College came, then med school. After endless nights of rotations, being on call, she began to wonder if it all was worth it.
One night the call came. Her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer. She knew she couldn’t be present in the operating room. She remembered the words drilled into her since nearly the first day of med school – “Doctors don’t show emotion. Doctors keep their distance. Doctors don’t get involved with a patient.” Those words kept her on track, kept her focused, but the little girl inside of her just wished she could kiss her mother, and make it better.
Now, ten years later, as she walked into the gymnasium and found him alone in the meditative maze, she wished she could keep her distance. But Ryan was hurting and needed something other than bandages or medication. Her mind drifted to the healing lessons she knew as a child. She drew him into her arms and touched her lips to his, trying to erase his pain the only way she could.
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Character: Gloria
Rating: PG
Word Count: 284
Setting: Pre-series, Season 6 (with a bit of Fontana's Season 2 dialogue)
Beta'd by the incomparable
history_gurlAt an age when most little girls were going to ballet class or music lessons, Gloria stayed home, tending the wounds of all the boys in the neighborhood. Skinned knees, black eyes, once she even practiced a finger splint. And she always, always, knew that a kiss would make it better.
“It’s so cute. She wants to be a nurse,” her mother would say.
Gloria always corrected, “I am going to be a doctor.”
The adults would laugh, as if they never really expected her to make it. After a while, Gloria wouldn’t bring it up anymore.
But the dream remained, all through her grade school and high school years. College came, then med school. After endless nights of rotations, being on call, she began to wonder if it all was worth it.
One night the call came. Her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer. She knew she couldn’t be present in the operating room. She remembered the words drilled into her since nearly the first day of med school – “Doctors don’t show emotion. Doctors keep their distance. Doctors don’t get involved with a patient.” Those words kept her on track, kept her focused, but the little girl inside of her just wished she could kiss her mother, and make it better.
Now, ten years later, as she walked into the gymnasium and found him alone in the meditative maze, she wished she could keep her distance. But Ryan was hurting and needed something other than bandages or medication. Her mind drifted to the healing lessons she knew as a child. She drew him into her arms and touched her lips to his, trying to erase his pain the only way she could.
Next - Claire
