THE COMPARISON. never forget how there were some ppl actually saying tk8 just looks like tk7 2.0, and it just looks "slightly better" than tk7.... holy shit....

Literally love your Dangerous Liaisons work on AO3.. so good! I hope you're able to write the last few chapters fast... can't wait!

I haven’t seen this one, thank you so much. I’m trying to write but I have a big test in two weeks and probably I won’t update until September, I know, I suck but here’s a sneak peek to keep you: “Wait!”she grabbed you by the shoulders and leaned in until you stopped “Hold on, I can’t let you drive like this” you nodded shakily as Lena searched your eyes “he’ll be ok, I’m sure he’s fine. Please, stop crying, baby”. The tears continued to stream down your cheeks but her presence was calming you. She emerged from the coat closet with her your purse and keys. You didn’t remember much of the short ride to the hospital. You just stared out the window, trying to stop the tears while your guilty conscience was rearing its ugly had as you chastised yourself for what had happened. Your husband was in the hospital, he could be dying for all that you knew and you had been off fucking your boss. You didn’t even need to make the decision in the end: fate had made it for you. This was enough of a sign for you. It was over. Mon-el was going to need you, and you owed it to him to at least attempt to act like you care. When Lena tried to hold your hand across the console, you slowly extricated your hand. The pained expression that crossed her face sent a pang of regret through you, but it was better if you didn’t cling to her. It would be better for all of you if you just deluded yourself into thinking that you didn’t really love her. You know you did, but she didn’t and you were never going to tell her. Lena pulled the car up to the ER doors and you flung your door open and took off before she could even put the car in park. You didn’t look back as you rushed through the doors and to the admit desk. “Mon-el Lars” you panted as you gripped the linoleum of the desk in your fingers; it was the only thing holding you up at this point. “Manuel?” The nurse asked. “Mon-el Lars” Lena said by your side with that authority tone she reserved for intimidation. “Are you family?” The young nurse chirped, her obviously dyed blonde hair shining as brightly as her blue eyes, a fake smile plastered on her face. “I’m… I’m his wife” you stuttered watching her fake nails tapped on the computer in front of her, avoiding to look at Lena. “Oh” she said with another – what you are sure was supposed to be reassuring but kinda made you want to smack her – smile “let me check to see if they’ve put him into a room or if he’s still down here”. You bounced up and down on your heels while the nurse looked up the information for you. You tried not to panic as all of the horrible things that could be wrong with him flashed through your head…“Mrs. Lars?” Your head snapped up as she looked up toward you and gave you a small smile. This was a smile that you that he was still alive, but something was wrong. Something serious. “Yes?” “Well, it looks like they’ve moved him to the ICU. He’s in critical but stable condition. They’re only letting immediate family see him right now, but I can have someone come down and take you to him” . “Okay” nodding with your head, your voice was rough with stress. “Why don’t you sit down in one of those seats over near that set of elevators, someone will be down in a few minutes”. Somehow you managed to move yourself to a seat and dropped down into it as you waited. Your head fell to your hands, trying not to start crying again. You couldn’t believe this was happening… the ICU… this wasn’t just some accident, whatever it was, it was serious. “I will get you a coffee” Lena whispered, her face still flustered. She stood up and disappeared from your vision.“Mrs. Lars?” A young woman stood in front of you in a set of light green scrubs with a lab coat thrown over the top “I’m Dr. Hamilton, the fellow assigned to your husband’s care”. You stood up and shook her outstretched hand as she reached over and pressed the up button on the elevator. “Let’s get you upstairs and the attending can fill you in on the specifics of his case once we’re up in the unit”. You stepped on the elevator and just as the door began to close, you heard your name being called out, and Lena’s face flashed in between the crack in the door, a coffee in her hands. She was too late though and the doors slid the rest of the way closed as you stood there beside Dr. Hamilton. “Friend of yours?” She mused when the elevator began to ascend. “She’s my boss” you recited mechanically, staring at the shiny metal doors in front of you “we were at a work gala when this happened”. “Oh… well” she finally gave you a second look, seeing for the first time your outfit “I’m sure Leslie should be able to give her information at the desk”. The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors slid open before you could formulate a response. Stark white walls and floors lined the hallway in front of you and you followed Dr. Hamilton down to a set of doors off to the right. She pressed down on a canister mounted to the wall and rubbed her hands together as she used her elbow to hit a metal square on the wall that triggered the door release. The ICU was quiet except for the numerous mechanical beeping noises that emanated from the machinery hooked up to the patients housed here. Beige colored curtains and glass walls separated the space and a large white nurse’s station took up most of the central space in the unit. “He’s in bed four, Natalie is his nurse and Dr. Vasquez should be in shortly to bring you up to speed on his case. Put this on, please” she gave you a green coat and a mask for your mouth. Dr. Hamilton pulled the curtain aside and guide you into a chair at his bedside. Mon-el looked much frailer than you expected. There were several tubes leading under the blanket that covered him and his dark hair was matted to his head. A smallest tube was up his nose and he had pronounced purple bruises under his eyes. “There are a few people in the waiting area asking for him, but we couldn’t release any information to them without you here. There’s a woman, she’s been vocal about the service in this hospital…”. “His mother” you grimaced. “She’s quite frantic and I think she menaced half of the staff when we couldn’t give her an update in his prognosis” she smiled at you “Mothers in-law, right? Anyway, a nurse can show you out there once the doctor explains everything to you” “What’s going on?” You rasped out as you tried in vain to hold back the tears.