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@docxthompson
Sitting at a table in the park, Elijah, still in his scrubs, had just finished an almost 24 hour shift at the Medical Center. He was exhausted and starving and while he knew he needed something a bit more organic to satisfy his hunger he’d stopped at the PIt Stop and gotten quite the collection of food. It was a nice day out, so instead of going home the doctor sat at the table and began to eat, picking up a paper someone had left behind as he did.
“I know.” She chuckled nervously. “I’m usually pretty calm, but I’ve had a bit of a bad day.” She looked him over and laughed a bit at his line about doctor’s orders. “Oh believe me, when I manage to get home, I intend to pass out for awhile. I’m going to be fully out of commission.” Calla commented. “So, a doctor? You work at a hospital or your own office. I mean, if you work at an office, I’d be curious if you’d let some of my older kids come in to tell them about your job and all.” She shrugged. “I like getting them aware.”
“It’s all good, we all have them. Nothing to be apologetic about.” He smiled, a light chuckle escaping his lips at her next comment. “Good. I’ll write you a prescription if I need to.” Another laugh before he nodded, “Yep, a doctor. I actually work at the Medical Centre in town, but wed be happy to have the kids in and give them a tour.”
“Relaxing? Seriously?” Alexei shook his head. "Christ. That’s… I don’t even have anything to say to that. The stupidity of that notion had rendered me speechless. Relaxing. It’s screaming. What’s relaxing about screaming…”
“Ever had something so deep down in you that you’ve held on to for so long that when it finally comes out all it is is a scream?” The doctor raised his eyebrows as he asked, hoping the statement proved his point. “It helps some people and doesn’t hurt anyone.”
A wry grin quirked at the edges of Zara’s lips, and she shook her head in amusement at this whole situation. She’d been rather annoyed at first, but luckily, the man who was sitting on her coat in the first place hadn’t been a raging asshole. “Yup, I did. I was stubborn, really. I refused to think something as measly as fire could ruin a perfectly decent coat. Plus, now it just makes me look even more badass than I already do,”
“Tell me about it.” He chuckled lightly, “But I’m not sure if it makes you look more badass or cheap, you know?” He raised his eyebrows as his lips curled up into a wide smile to show he was just teasing her.
“You’re way to comfortable with breaking copyright laws…?” SHe trailed off, grinning slightly. “Nah. I’m going you’re way more into Miles Davis than the average jazz fan hence the need to go hunting for bootlegs rather than downloading off iTunes or something.”
“I’m convinced it’s a victimless crime and you’ll never be able to tell me otherwise.” He grinned, shrugging his shoulders at her next comment. “The bootlegs sound better. I have it all on vinyl too but you can’t really carry that around with a pair of headphones now can you?”
“—But they’re so cute!” whined Allegra with a slight pout. “That is until their true colours come out. It’s just really hard to say no at times and I’m trying to do you a favour and make sure they won’t erupt in tears and tantrums in the waiting room.” At Elijah’s comment, the witch chuckled along with him and nodded. “It seems like we can never get a break right?”
“Oh don’t look at me like that,” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You know they’re all fun and games until you have a needle in your hand.” His smile widened at her next comment, “Trust me, I appreciate it. But I know you’ve had to chase a kid around a bed in order to get them through the precheck so we should maybe get some sugar free ones.” Another chuckle left his lips before he nodded, his face falling into a more somber expression. “Not around here, no. But at least it’s not a major hospital like Chicago, right?”
“I’ve been alright when you consider everything that continues to happen around town. How have you been?”
“That’s better than how anyone around here could be, so I’m glad.” He smiled warmly at the woman across from him. “I’ve been alright. Kind of on edge but that seems to be what’s become normal around here the last few months.”
“I’d ask which songs of Miles Davis you were listening too, since that’s a very important question,” She nodded firmly. “Like, are we talking songs from Kind of Blue or from Seven Steps to Heaven? And I’m gonna try not to judge you for your answer here,”
“Actually,” The doctor paused, a sly smile playing on his lips, “It’s a playlist of his bootlegs. What’s that say about me?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not bothered. In fact I was lost in thought and a distraction from that is rather nice even if it only lasts a moment.”
“Well then,” the doctor smiled, “I’m glad to be of service.”
“Hate to break it you, but nope, you don’t,” Zara smiled, slinging her coat over her arm. “And like I said before. You’re fine. This coat has survived a lot more than someone sitting on it. Seriously, I once accidentally set it on fire, and there’s still a scorch mark along one of the sleeves. You’re good.”
“Man. I should have bee wearig my leather jacket -- I could definitely pass as a rouge jacket captor in that.” Another laugh left his lips at his rather lame joke, but that was his sense of humor: rather childish. He blamed it on spending a lot of his time with kids at the Medical Centre but he knew that wasn’t the entire reason. “Wait, wait. You got set on fire and kept the coat? Talk about loyalty.”
“A fellow caffeine addict.” She grins, lifting her cup as if to clink it against his. “What’s your excuse ?? I’d blame my job but it’s not exactly an early morning gig.”
“Guilty as charged.” He chuckled, lightly tapping his cup against hers. “Unfortunately I have to blame my job. Long hours. I’m a doctor.”
“You say talent, I say death via assault to my hearing,” Alexei shrugged. “But maybe that’s why people listen to it. So they don’t have to listen to anything else in this world,”
“Sounds like a classic tomato tomatoe dispute to me.” He smiled widely, shrugging his shoulders as well. “Maybe. I hear some people actually think it’s relaxing, though. How? I’m not sure but to each his own.”
The face that peers around the curtain is not one she immediately recognizes - a flicker of disappointment rushes her before she pushes it aside. “Yeah, sorry I just..” She starts, the words failing her. She just what ?? Wants to know how it is that she’s alive ?? “I wanted to know how bad it is. My injuries, I mean.” Ana murmurs, figuring he’s probably more likely to know the medical details rather than the personal ones.
Her face was familiar, one he was sure he’d seen around town but he couldn’t quite place it, but he could place the emotions she was feeling as they were written all over her face. Moving further into the room, he put on his best warm doctor smile and stood by her beside. “Don’t apologize, it’s alright. I’m sorry but I don’t actually know anything about your injuries, I’m not a doctor here. I actually work at the Medial Centre over in Oak Pines. Do you want me to get your doctor or a nurse?”
She sighed a bit after her words and looked to him a bit nervous. “Sorry, I’m pretty sleep deprived. I… had a long day. I work at a daycare so… that kind of says something. I am sorry though.” She said, frowning. “Can I pay for your coffee as an apology?”
“And I’m a doctor so I get where you’re coming from but being polite gets you there a whole lot faster than that rude shit.” He wasn’t trying to lecture her, but he had a very low tolerance for people who were rude for no reason... especially when he hadn’t had his caffeine fix yet. “You don’t have to pay for my coffee, though.” His expression softened and a warm smile pulled his lips upwards. “Apology accepted. I know how long days go, especially when kids are involved. You should get some rest, though. Doctor’s orders.”
“I feel so under-appreciated, Doc. Like, my heart and soul have been crushed. I thought we had something special.”
“I’m sorry to break your heart Juno, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” Elijah shrugged his shoulders once while letting out a lighthearted laugh. “How can I make it up to you?”
Calla stood up from her seat in the coffee shop when she heard her name get called for her order. However, someone was right in front of her way, blocking her path to the one thing that was keeping her awake. “Excuse you. I need to get through.” She hissed, obviously distressed just from her lack of sleep. The daycare had put her in charge of some field trips with some kids they felt needed the socialization. Of course, a few of those kids were supernatural, so it left her trying to fraternize to get them with their own species.
Raising his hands up in the air in mock defense, Elijah took a step to the side, moving out of the woman’s way. “A please wouldn’t kill you, lady.”
“Nothing can ruin this day! Especially since I didn’t have to deal with any squealing munchkins or their constant pleas to go on a sugar high rush. Ugh, the amount of times I tell these parents that it’s only one lollipop per child astounds me. If they wanted more, they should be the ones buying a pack for their children right?!”
“I keep telling you to keep them behind the desk at the nurses station but you never want to listen.” Elijah smiled and let out a light chuckle. “They’re just as bad with the stickers after their shots. Always wanting them over the band aid but then crying that it pulls on their skin once it’s on there.”
