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Winter Sunrise, Red on White (Like Blood Upon the Snow) by emospacechild
Fandoms: Hemlock Grove
07 Nov 2025
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Roman struggles with his past and his new heart in the mansion. Shelley navigates her family life as the CEO of Godfrey Industries. Destiny remains cryptic and sharp-tongued, while Miranda thirsts for fiery revenge. Letha must choose between love and destruction. A white wolf wanders the woods of Hemlock Grove as a lost vigilante. Olivia waits to strike again.
This is a story of vampires, werewolves, witches, and ghosts, where memories are weapons, dreams are traps, and each step uncovers a darker fate. A storm approaches. Blood stains the snow. Secrets are revealed, and every choice leads to redemption or ruin.
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- Part 1 of Blood Upon The Snow
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“Come on, kid,” someone says, rubbing his sternum with bruising fingers. Dennis desperately tries to swat the hands away, the bone already sensitive from the weight of the patient from just moments ago. “Open your eyes, Whitaker, come on. Look at me. Open your eyes.”
He twitches, his limbs flexing in odd and tight angles as he tries to expel the memory of the pain. He tries to speak, not to answer the question but to ask for help, help, anyone, anyone at all, his mom or one his brothers or the youth pastor who gives him bandages when no one is looking, just, God, please, please—
The best Dennis can manage is a deep gurgle from his throat.
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When he gets seriously injured after an altercation with a patient, Dennis is forced to reveal parts of himself he would rather keep hidden.
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“Sir, calm down,” the cop outside the hospital instructs, more firmly this time. “We haven’t identified them yet. When we do, we’ll notify their family. You can’t do anything for them now.”
He hadn’t even thought he’d be seen as a doctor trying to help. All he feels like is a desperate, hollow thing that needs to know— needs to know— whether the dead, horrible thing that lays so close to him— and yet so far from him— is— was— Robby—
—Mike—
“No,” he shoves out of his mouth, shaking his head, forcibly rejecting this with every cell in his body. “N— No. No, nope, no, not him. It’s not— It’s not—”
or: someone takes their own life jumping off the hospital roof. jack and robby each have their own misunderstandings.
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Collins shot him a cool look. "My attending told me to either erase my measurements and use yours or to make sure any new measurements came in under 11 weeks."
Shit. Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose. "This is why I did the fucking measurements myself," he muttered. Because if they had just used his numbers, there would be no problem; he'd documented everything that needed to be documented and if anyone made an issue of it, then it'd fall on him. No one else.
"So sorry for being thorough," Collins said, pointed.
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The next fifteen hours
(now complete!)
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Trinity and Dennis have been roommates for three months, and she wouldn't say that they're friends.
Sure, they spend all of their time together. And yes, they watch The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives religiously every week and chat about it at work. And yeah, fine, she'll meal prep them both lunch while he fixes her sink, but they're not friends. And that's how it'll stay.
Until the day a patient comes into the ER and Dennis refuses to treat him. Not out of revulsion. Not because the guy’s an ass.
Because Dennis is terrified.
And fear has a funny way of cracking things open.