Nurturers Mentality
Nurturers Mentality.
NOTE: This is a first person transformation story of my character into Doug Ross from the hit show E.R. It also has tear-jerker moments, MC and supernatural elements and also involves the Clooney Island setting and the rules regarding Clooneys on that island.
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It was the start of another depressing mid-afternoon for me, you see - a beloved father figure of mine was in the hospital due to a stroke and had just been in surgery, luckily whatever got into his brain had been removed. It was the same ordeal as the two days before, get up, get dressed, go to hospital, try to comfort him even though he most likely couldn't hear me and we couldn't understand what he was saying due to his vocal chords not fully being recovered yet, eat lunch, and then go back to comfort him before heading home, it was hard on both of us - but especially me. I just couldn't bear to see him like that, looking like he's nearly at death's door - it was enough to make me weep. Seeing someone I love and looked up to as some kind of role model being in that state was horrifying and saddening at the same time.
As I headed into the bathroom to take a shower, I shuddered a little and began to sob quietly to myself as I feared for the worst. I knew that this whole ordeal probably wouldn't blow over and that we had to keep visiting him to make sure he was alright and that I couldn't be left all by myself but still....I felt like we were doomed to live the exact same day over and over again and it made too upset to even consider it. I would have done anything to avoid doing the same thing over and over.
Heck - I would have even stayed in bed for much longer or slept the whole day if it meant avoiding this whole ordeal. True it may seem like a heartless move but seeing someone I love holding onto their health for dear life is enough to make me want to turn around and head for home. After I had my shower, I got dressed and picked up my equine plush Oats the horse as well as a collection of horror magazines of which I could read while waiting for the time to pass.
But I knew that not even those could prepare me for the utter dread that was about to fall upon me, after getting dressed I combed my hair and brushed my teeth, begrudgingly listening to the talking in the background before heading over to my computer to write up another story. I picked up my shoes and put them on followed by my jacket - sighing as I did so. I knew that it wouldn't be long until the taxi arrived and I put my computer on hibernate mode.
A couple of hours later, the taxi arrived and I raced downstairs, once I got to the bottom of the stairs - I opened the door and stepped onto the front yard, greeting the driver before making my way into the back of the taxi and sitting myself down, buckling myself up for the long and no doubt bumpy and depressing trip. While the driver talked to the people in the back, I sighed and closed my eyes in an attempt to ignore the feelings of dread that came over me.
Emotional stress can be a real monster of a problem, especially if like me - you are a shapeshifter and are prone to transforming when under said emotional stress. Sometimes when I get really afraid - it just happens. Once the taxi arrived at the main entrance of the hospital, that's when the fear really set itself in - as I walked into the lift and pressed the up button, the lift went up to level 8 which was the critical care unit, and once I got there that's when I knew this was going to be hell for me.
Even reading my magazines wasn't enough to keep me from panicking and getting the blues, this was someone I loved - lying on that hospital bed - in critical care - I didn't want to cause a scene so I just panted several times in thought-like form and murmured to myself, cuddling Oats for support.
Sitting around on those chairs wasn't so bad but I just got so restless and agitated, not to mention it was bad for my posture. And not to mention the irritation that came from sighting on them. Don't get me wrong, I like to relax as much as the next guy but my restlessness got the better of me everytime.
"Ugh....I can't bear to look. Just look at him. He looks like he's about to die. It's
too much for me to take."
"I know, but just be good and just keep calm..."
"Keep calm? Keep calm? It's hard for me to keep calm in these situations when the life of someone I look up to is on the line, these people are doing their best but still...I don't think he can even hear me. Heck, I can't even hear him myself."
"Keep calm...all will be alright."
"No, it won't....it will just be traumatizing. And we'll probably just be repeating the same thing over and over in some bizarre Twilight Zone/Groundhog Day loop of sorts. And it will be the same thing no matter day it is."
"Have you been getting lots of rest?"
"Yes...but you don't seem to understand. Someone I LOVE has their life on the line here and it worries me. I'm sorry, I just can't take it. I know this seems like a heartless thing for me to say, but I can't take it. I've been as mature as possible throughout and still no progress? Granted it's good he can talk and he can obey basic commands, but still... I fear losing him and that fear is getting the better of me. "
"Hang in there, try to keep in control..."
"CONTROL? CONTROL? Forget it...this is too traumatizing for me. I'm out of here, let me know if he gets better. Feel free to call me with any updates, but in the meantime...screw it, i'm out of here. I don't want to watch all this..."
I sobbed as I quietly stood up, getting off the chair I was siting on before heading through over to the exit of said unit, crying as I raced back over to the lift and pressed the down button, the lift zoomed all the down to level 4 which was where the cafe and shops were, I headed over to the cafe and ordered myself a sandwich and a glass of water as I sat down, starting to lose control of my emotions with passing minute.
To me, it just seemed hopeless - sure he was recovering well but I feared that he probably wouldn't be around for much longer and I also became more depressed with each passing second, unable to even express how I felt about the whole thing. I sighed as I tried to remain calm, but sadly...my emotions were getting the best of me. I was getting restless, agitated, frightened and depressed all at once. I started to cry silently to myself as I watched everyone go by.
Just as I was about to bury my head in my hands in utter dismay, I heard a voice in my head - it was a very resonant, enticing, reassuring, and charismatic male voice that sounded very familiar to me in a lot of ways. The voice had a real smooth-talker approach to it, like it belonged to a very attractive leading man , and it sounded very suave too. Upon listening to it, I instantly knew it who it sounded like. The voice sounded like the voice of Doug Ross from the hit show E.R, as played by George Clooney - yes, that was definitely the voice alright but I didn't know how.
But that wasn't all - leaning over at my table I saw his handsome visage in the reflection of my glass of water and also over by the window. I thought I was hallucinating due to stress but what I saw was very much real and it took me completely by surprise, there he was - Doug Ross - looking at me as if to inquire...'what's wrong?'.
"Hello, Nathan..."
"D-D-Doug Ross?"
"That's me alright.... Dr Doug Ross."
"How? I mean you're a fictional character."
"I know it sounds unusual, but I am very real and I am here to help you get through this ordeal. I know you've been through a lot of stress due to what happened to your father figure and all, but don't worry - i'm here."
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, I just do..."
"I don't know if I can take this, Doug. My father figure is recovering but I don't know if he'll live or if he'll end up on the 2016 deaths list next to David Bowie, Angus Scrimm and Alan Rickman."
"Shhh...it's okay."
"I don't know really...i'm just..."
"Relax...i'm sure everything is going to be fine..."
"But..."
"I have something that might help you..."
"Okay...what is it?"
"I'll show you, come on...this won't hurt a bit."
I panicked several times but was stopped by Doug, he shook his head and touched my shoulders - he whispered in my ears and spoke in that suave voice of his and immediately I began to feel my tension and stress fading away. In the process my mind slowly and gradually became a lot clearer, as I forgot all that was troubling me in the first place - my mind was shifting and I was becoming a lot more optimistic.
But that wasn't the only part of me that was changing, all of me was undergoing a metamorphosis of sorts as if I was the proverbial ugly duckling slowly and gradually evolving into a beautiful swan. My skin was slowly becoming clearer and smoother, losing its imperfections and becoming very flawless and also sort of rugged in appearance - the changes then progressed on my body as it filled up with 175lbs of lean, athletic muscle starting with my arms and hands as my chest and torso accumulated in musculature - it felt quite soothing and I couldn't help but egg my transformation on.
My clothing was also changing as well, shifting into the typical outfit that Doug would wear sometimes on the show as my legs and feet shifted to match, while my stomach slimmed down and accumulated and developed a bit of lean muscle on it. My back and shoulders followed suit as the overall good vibes from before came rushing through me, I slowly elevated from my normal height of 5'7 to 5'11 as my neckline shifted to follow the rest of my altering appearance.
From within, my DNA was being altered along with my mind and personality - everything prior to this becoming a complete blur as new thoughts and memories began to influence me, memories of being a medical professional - a pediatrician to be exact. Medical expertise and knowledge flowed through my mind. As a more charismatic and sympathetic personality encouraged me. It just felt good to lose myself in the process and embrace this new role I was no doubt going to have.
I felt a multitude of good vibes jolt through me as the changes progressed further, my long dark brown hair slowly straightening and darkening as it blackened and developed a few silver highlights, taking on an iconic style known as a Caesar cut while my forehead broadened a bit, my eyebrows blackened and became slightly bushier as my eyes widened, darkening to a darker sense of brown and taking on a more doe-eyed look.
Feeling my face with my hands, I could feel it shifting as my cheekbones became more pronounced, my nose slowly straightened and altered as my facial features slowly altered, becoming more attractive and visually appealing with each minute. My philtrum extended to become a bit longer than normal, which gave me the illusion of having an upper-lip which was longer than the lower-lip. My teeth glistened as they brightened and slanted a little, my expression converting into a reassuring smile as my jaw-line shifted, giving me a very well defined and heroic looking pseudo lantern jaw in the process, with the chin taking on a more heroic shape.
A few seconds later and I was taken quite aback by who I was turning into - it didn't take me long to find out that I was transforming into Doug Ross, the handsome pediatrician from the show as played by George Clooney - in fact I surely now resembled him more than I did my own self...which was a wonderful thing. Rather than fight it, I thought it would definitely just be more natural to let it happen and embrace this new role of mine.
I sighed several times as my voice altered in quite a few octaves, deepening and smoothening out - altering to become charming and resonant and just oozing with charisma, a few minutes later and it had shifted to completely match my appearance, giving me his voice as well.
Within a few additional minutes - my transformation reached its climax as the memories and thoughts from earlier took over completely, any and all traces of the man I was earlier completely vanishing into the darkness as the new personality traits of my new form manifested themselves. It all made sense to me now, I was Doug Ross and I was an pediatrician. And I knew that it was my job to make sure that the patients got enough rest so that they could recover without any problems happening.
"Now...tell me Doug...how do you feel about this?"
"I feel a lot better now and i'm ready to help out in anyway that I can."
"That's the spirit. There's something I forgot to tell you. You see, like many Clooney characters I am from Clooney Island. I am one of many Clooneys your marsupial friend sent over."
"Did you give me this?"
"Why yes I did. There are numerous ways to become a Clooney, including hanging out with one. Clooneys are magical you see, we're ageless and have a variety of supernatural magic abilities at their dispose. And yes, you heard right - there are lots of them. I used my magic to transfer my good vibes and aura to you and that in return transformed you into well..me, of course Clooneyification works in many mysterious ways."
"How so?"
"Well you can never be sure which Clooney character you'll end up becoming, or how exactly it will happen. No two Clooneys are the same, you know. It is a mental and physical process so to speak, and by choice sometimes a transformed Clooney will identify themselves as well a...Clooney even if they weren't before."
"That's really fascinating..."
"With most Clooneyifications in which said person becomes a Clooney character, they become that character mentally and physically and develop the magical abilities that most Clooneys tend to have. Of course learning how to use said powers takes quite a while but those powers do come in useful as you'll find out."
"I think i'm loving this whole being a Clooney thing already."
"As you should, what you have is a gift."
"I feel like I can do anything now."
"Are you ready to help your father figure recover?"
"Yes..."
"Then go, my fellow Clooney. Go and show him just how nurturing and caring you can be - show him the ol Clooney spirit. Clooneys are known for being nurturing and very kind-hearted after all.."
And so with that I finished my lunch and my dessert, a few seconds later I raced back over to the lift that was going up, and hopped in just before the doors closed up, the lift rocketted all the way back up to level 8 and into the room where my father figure was lying. From that moment on, I stood by his side as I gave him kind and reassuring words of wisdom, telling him that even though I could not hear him, everything would be alright. No father figure of mine was going to be without some care and reassurance I can tell you that.
As for what happened me later, well a few seconds later the taxi arrived and I headed home for a nice relaxing afternoon on the computer working on my new stories, afterwards I had dinner and then listened to music during the evening and all through the night. I was now pleased knowing that I did the right thing and that I didn't give up hope.
I guess what i'm trying to say is that you shouldn't give up no matter what, and families are always there for eachother no matter what, and that it's good to be there for someone who needs you and cares for you. After all, like all good creatures great and small - we all have our packs/herds/flocks or tribes that we belong to.
NOTE: This is a first person transformation story of my character into Doug Ross from the hit show E.R. It also has tear-jerker moments, MC and supernatural elements and also involves the Clooney Island setting and the rules regarding Clooneys on that island.
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It was the start of another depressing mid-afternoon for me, you see - a beloved father figure of mine was in the hospital due to a stroke and had just been in surgery, luckily whatever got into his brain had been removed. It was the same ordeal as the two days before, get up, get dressed, go to hospital, try to comfort him even though he most likely couldn't hear me and we couldn't understand what he was saying due to his vocal chords not fully being recovered yet, eat lunch, and then go back to comfort him before heading home, it was hard on both of us - but especially me. I just couldn't bear to see him like that, looking like he's nearly at death's door - it was enough to make me weep. Seeing someone I love and looked up to as some kind of role model being in that state was horrifying and saddening at the same time.
As I headed into the bathroom to take a shower, I shuddered a little and began to sob quietly to myself as I feared for the worst. I knew that this whole ordeal probably wouldn't blow over and that we had to keep visiting him to make sure he was alright and that I couldn't be left all by myself but still....I felt like we were doomed to live the exact same day over and over again and it made too upset to even consider it. I would have done anything to avoid doing the same thing over and over.
Heck - I would have even stayed in bed for much longer or slept the whole day if it meant avoiding this whole ordeal. True it may seem like a heartless move but seeing someone I love holding onto their health for dear life is enough to make me want to turn around and head for home. After I had my shower, I got dressed and picked up my equine plush Oats the horse as well as a collection of horror magazines of which I could read while waiting for the time to pass.
But I knew that not even those could prepare me for the utter dread that was about to fall upon me, after getting dressed I combed my hair and brushed my teeth, begrudgingly listening to the talking in the background before heading over to my computer to write up another story. I picked up my shoes and put them on followed by my jacket - sighing as I did so. I knew that it wouldn't be long until the taxi arrived and I put my computer on hibernate mode.
A couple of hours later, the taxi arrived and I raced downstairs, once I got to the bottom of the stairs - I opened the door and stepped onto the front yard, greeting the driver before making my way into the back of the taxi and sitting myself down, buckling myself up for the long and no doubt bumpy and depressing trip. While the driver talked to the people in the back, I sighed and closed my eyes in an attempt to ignore the feelings of dread that came over me.
Emotional stress can be a real monster of a problem, especially if like me - you are a shapeshifter and are prone to transforming when under said emotional stress. Sometimes when I get really afraid - it just happens. Once the taxi arrived at the main entrance of the hospital, that's when the fear really set itself in - as I walked into the lift and pressed the up button, the lift went up to level 8 which was the critical care unit, and once I got there that's when I knew this was going to be hell for me.
Even reading my magazines wasn't enough to keep me from panicking and getting the blues, this was someone I loved - lying on that hospital bed - in critical care - I didn't want to cause a scene so I just panted several times in thought-like form and murmured to myself, cuddling Oats for support.
Sitting around on those chairs wasn't so bad but I just got so restless and agitated, not to mention it was bad for my posture. And not to mention the irritation that came from sighting on them. Don't get me wrong, I like to relax as much as the next guy but my restlessness got the better of me everytime.
"Ugh....I can't bear to look. Just look at him. He looks like he's about to die. It's
too much for me to take."
"I know, but just be good and just keep calm..."
"Keep calm? Keep calm? It's hard for me to keep calm in these situations when the life of someone I look up to is on the line, these people are doing their best but still...I don't think he can even hear me. Heck, I can't even hear him myself."
"Keep calm...all will be alright."
"No, it won't....it will just be traumatizing. And we'll probably just be repeating the same thing over and over in some bizarre Twilight Zone/Groundhog Day loop of sorts. And it will be the same thing no matter day it is."
"Have you been getting lots of rest?"
"Yes...but you don't seem to understand. Someone I LOVE has their life on the line here and it worries me. I'm sorry, I just can't take it. I know this seems like a heartless thing for me to say, but I can't take it. I've been as mature as possible throughout and still no progress? Granted it's good he can talk and he can obey basic commands, but still... I fear losing him and that fear is getting the better of me. "
"Hang in there, try to keep in control..."
"CONTROL? CONTROL? Forget it...this is too traumatizing for me. I'm out of here, let me know if he gets better. Feel free to call me with any updates, but in the meantime...screw it, i'm out of here. I don't want to watch all this..."
I sobbed as I quietly stood up, getting off the chair I was siting on before heading through over to the exit of said unit, crying as I raced back over to the lift and pressed the down button, the lift zoomed all the down to level 4 which was where the cafe and shops were, I headed over to the cafe and ordered myself a sandwich and a glass of water as I sat down, starting to lose control of my emotions with passing minute.
To me, it just seemed hopeless - sure he was recovering well but I feared that he probably wouldn't be around for much longer and I also became more depressed with each passing second, unable to even express how I felt about the whole thing. I sighed as I tried to remain calm, but sadly...my emotions were getting the best of me. I was getting restless, agitated, frightened and depressed all at once. I started to cry silently to myself as I watched everyone go by.
Just as I was about to bury my head in my hands in utter dismay, I heard a voice in my head - it was a very resonant, enticing, reassuring, and charismatic male voice that sounded very familiar to me in a lot of ways. The voice had a real smooth-talker approach to it, like it belonged to a very attractive leading man , and it sounded very suave too. Upon listening to it, I instantly knew it who it sounded like. The voice sounded like the voice of Doug Ross from the hit show E.R, as played by George Clooney - yes, that was definitely the voice alright but I didn't know how.
But that wasn't all - leaning over at my table I saw his handsome visage in the reflection of my glass of water and also over by the window. I thought I was hallucinating due to stress but what I saw was very much real and it took me completely by surprise, there he was - Doug Ross - looking at me as if to inquire...'what's wrong?'.
"Hello, Nathan..."
"D-D-Doug Ross?"
"That's me alright.... Dr Doug Ross."
"How? I mean you're a fictional character."
"I know it sounds unusual, but I am very real and I am here to help you get through this ordeal. I know you've been through a lot of stress due to what happened to your father figure and all, but don't worry - i'm here."
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, I just do..."
"I don't know if I can take this, Doug. My father figure is recovering but I don't know if he'll live or if he'll end up on the 2016 deaths list next to David Bowie, Angus Scrimm and Alan Rickman."
"Shhh...it's okay."
"I don't know really...i'm just..."
"Relax...i'm sure everything is going to be fine..."
"But..."
"I have something that might help you..."
"Okay...what is it?"
"I'll show you, come on...this won't hurt a bit."
I panicked several times but was stopped by Doug, he shook his head and touched my shoulders - he whispered in my ears and spoke in that suave voice of his and immediately I began to feel my tension and stress fading away. In the process my mind slowly and gradually became a lot clearer, as I forgot all that was troubling me in the first place - my mind was shifting and I was becoming a lot more optimistic.
But that wasn't the only part of me that was changing, all of me was undergoing a metamorphosis of sorts as if I was the proverbial ugly duckling slowly and gradually evolving into a beautiful swan. My skin was slowly becoming clearer and smoother, losing its imperfections and becoming very flawless and also sort of rugged in appearance - the changes then progressed on my body as it filled up with 175lbs of lean, athletic muscle starting with my arms and hands as my chest and torso accumulated in musculature - it felt quite soothing and I couldn't help but egg my transformation on.
My clothing was also changing as well, shifting into the typical outfit that Doug would wear sometimes on the show as my legs and feet shifted to match, while my stomach slimmed down and accumulated and developed a bit of lean muscle on it. My back and shoulders followed suit as the overall good vibes from before came rushing through me, I slowly elevated from my normal height of 5'7 to 5'11 as my neckline shifted to follow the rest of my altering appearance.
From within, my DNA was being altered along with my mind and personality - everything prior to this becoming a complete blur as new thoughts and memories began to influence me, memories of being a medical professional - a pediatrician to be exact. Medical expertise and knowledge flowed through my mind. As a more charismatic and sympathetic personality encouraged me. It just felt good to lose myself in the process and embrace this new role I was no doubt going to have.
I felt a multitude of good vibes jolt through me as the changes progressed further, my long dark brown hair slowly straightening and darkening as it blackened and developed a few silver highlights, taking on an iconic style known as a Caesar cut while my forehead broadened a bit, my eyebrows blackened and became slightly bushier as my eyes widened, darkening to a darker sense of brown and taking on a more doe-eyed look.
Feeling my face with my hands, I could feel it shifting as my cheekbones became more pronounced, my nose slowly straightened and altered as my facial features slowly altered, becoming more attractive and visually appealing with each minute. My philtrum extended to become a bit longer than normal, which gave me the illusion of having an upper-lip which was longer than the lower-lip. My teeth glistened as they brightened and slanted a little, my expression converting into a reassuring smile as my jaw-line shifted, giving me a very well defined and heroic looking pseudo lantern jaw in the process, with the chin taking on a more heroic shape.
A few seconds later and I was taken quite aback by who I was turning into - it didn't take me long to find out that I was transforming into Doug Ross, the handsome pediatrician from the show as played by George Clooney - in fact I surely now resembled him more than I did my own self...which was a wonderful thing. Rather than fight it, I thought it would definitely just be more natural to let it happen and embrace this new role of mine.
I sighed several times as my voice altered in quite a few octaves, deepening and smoothening out - altering to become charming and resonant and just oozing with charisma, a few minutes later and it had shifted to completely match my appearance, giving me his voice as well.
Within a few additional minutes - my transformation reached its climax as the memories and thoughts from earlier took over completely, any and all traces of the man I was earlier completely vanishing into the darkness as the new personality traits of my new form manifested themselves. It all made sense to me now, I was Doug Ross and I was an pediatrician. And I knew that it was my job to make sure that the patients got enough rest so that they could recover without any problems happening.
"Now...tell me Doug...how do you feel about this?"
"I feel a lot better now and i'm ready to help out in anyway that I can."
"That's the spirit. There's something I forgot to tell you. You see, like many Clooney characters I am from Clooney Island. I am one of many Clooneys your marsupial friend sent over."
"Did you give me this?"
"Why yes I did. There are numerous ways to become a Clooney, including hanging out with one. Clooneys are magical you see, we're ageless and have a variety of supernatural magic abilities at their dispose. And yes, you heard right - there are lots of them. I used my magic to transfer my good vibes and aura to you and that in return transformed you into well..me, of course Clooneyification works in many mysterious ways."
"How so?"
"Well you can never be sure which Clooney character you'll end up becoming, or how exactly it will happen. No two Clooneys are the same, you know. It is a mental and physical process so to speak, and by choice sometimes a transformed Clooney will identify themselves as well a...Clooney even if they weren't before."
"That's really fascinating..."
"With most Clooneyifications in which said person becomes a Clooney character, they become that character mentally and physically and develop the magical abilities that most Clooneys tend to have. Of course learning how to use said powers takes quite a while but those powers do come in useful as you'll find out."
"I think i'm loving this whole being a Clooney thing already."
"As you should, what you have is a gift."
"I feel like I can do anything now."
"Are you ready to help your father figure recover?"
"Yes..."
"Then go, my fellow Clooney. Go and show him just how nurturing and caring you can be - show him the ol Clooney spirit. Clooneys are known for being nurturing and very kind-hearted after all.."
And so with that I finished my lunch and my dessert, a few seconds later I raced back over to the lift that was going up, and hopped in just before the doors closed up, the lift rocketted all the way back up to level 8 and into the room where my father figure was lying. From that moment on, I stood by his side as I gave him kind and reassuring words of wisdom, telling him that even though I could not hear him, everything would be alright. No father figure of mine was going to be without some care and reassurance I can tell you that.
As for what happened me later, well a few seconds later the taxi arrived and I headed home for a nice relaxing afternoon on the computer working on my new stories, afterwards I had dinner and then listened to music during the evening and all through the night. I was now pleased knowing that I did the right thing and that I didn't give up hope.
I guess what i'm trying to say is that you shouldn't give up no matter what, and families are always there for eachother no matter what, and that it's good to be there for someone who needs you and cares for you. After all, like all good creatures great and small - we all have our packs/herds/flocks or tribes that we belong to.
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