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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 ──────
BEFORE WE GET INTO THE SEMANTICS, i would like to stress that this is the OLD draft. it was written from 2016 to 2022 so it is rough. as in i started this in my final year of high school/secondary and finished it in my final year of uni/college kind of Rough. the writing in some parts is completely unedited and the storyline is a little choppy but we love her anyway.
even saying that, this silly edition of flatline means the world to me. i hope you all enjoy it! and if you'd like to read a fic that makes a lil bit more sense, the revised and final version of flatline is on my profile!
love u all and hope u enjoy,, thank you again for one million truly means the world 🖤
❝WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? HOW ARE YOU FEELING? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO EACH OTHER? WHAT WILL WE DO? ❞
BETH MONTGOMERY has never been nice.
The mixture was tainted somewhere: sugar, spice and the taste of ashes at the back of her throat. She's lost the capacity to be anything but on fire, burning and burning like an inexhaustible flame, amongst everything else she's lost: her surgical career, her peace and a man who once felt like home.
HER ANGER SITS WITH HER LIKE A WEAPON. It digs into her thighs. She doesn't have a driver's license, but she has this resentment. She has a psychiatry career, a broken family and memories that feel a lot like war wounds. The problem comes when she's forced to relive it–– dragged out of the dirt with the threat of her brother's death, a grave turned over a hundred times and left desecrated––
Forced to listen to the sound of Derek Shepherd's voice, telling her gravely that he'd just found her boyfriend, Mark, in her sister, Addison's, bed.
MARK SLOAN doesn't want to be nice.
He has nothing but contempt. His design is beautiful but callous to touch. He wasn't betrayed, but rather the betrayer and now he walks with New York on his skin like a sheen of sweat. He lost things too: his integrity, his charm and the feeling he'd once found in the palm of Beth's hands.
SEATTLE LIES AS A BATTLEGROUND. A territory claimed by people before Beth, old acquaintances that she once considered friends. Blood will be shed, headstones will crack–––
The only question is this: Will the reckoning come before the FLATLINE? Or will the ghost of New York take them both as it's victims?
────── 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
this will include mcsteamy, mcdrugs, mcangst and mcdrinking. did someone say slow burn?
⚠️ this book focuses a lot on mental health eg. depression, addiction, suicide so if you're sensitive to these subjects, please take care. your readership is not more important than your health
THIS FIC IS SPLIT INTO FOUR SECTIONS. part one & two are in first person part three & four are in second person!
IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR... mark's entrance into the fic ......... chapter 04 the continuation of the prologue......... chapter 52 if you're going to skip! please be aware of details that you might miss out. and please don't complain about being confused lol
