Dr. Harvey Harrison

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Iris chuckled.

“It really is surprising. You would think as the hours pass, they would tire out, but that is not the case.”

He was right, they kept her on her toes, especially the younger classes. She believed that if there was a way to transfer the energy, they’d be able to power the office building alone. It was incredible. She didn’t remember being that energetic as a child, but then again, she didn’t have anyone to remind her of those years. But from what she did know, her younger brother wasn’t that energetic either as a child. He had his moments, but like her, he would much rather sit in a quiet corner and read. Or cause a little trouble, whichever came first when she wasn’t looking.

“My brother.”

Her response came with a warm smile and she looked to her hands clasped on her lap.

“I helped him a lot with his studies and when he didn’t ‘need’ my help anymore, I began to miss it. I decided to teach because of that. A little sad, isn’t it?”

She chuckled again, then looked over to him. Sometimes she thought it was as it was like she couldn’t let go. She often regretted how she was more of a mother than sister to Mistel at times and yet, she couldn’t let something like that go with him as he grew. Instead, she took her motherly instincts and channeled them into a new job.

“Not at all, why would it be? I think it shows you have a big heart. Your brother is lucky to have you.” That desire to help people was an admirable trait, one that Harvey shared with her. Though the years of working as a doctor had worn him down he couldn’t imagine himself in any other profession.

Harvey leaned over, elbows resting on his knees. “I grew up an only child and always wished I had a sibling I could be close to.” Or even just his parents. They hadn’t been around all that often.

“And you enjoy your work, right?” Because he knew no one took on teaching for the stellar salary.

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There’s more pain there than he’s willing to let on, but it’s not something he’s unaccustomed to. He shrugs it off with a nonchalant “I’ve had worse”, one of the few honest things he’s said in a while. Not that he’s willing to elaborate, or get into specifics. It’s simply stated like a matter of fact, one he isn’t willing to dwell on for too long without raising suspicion.

That, and being unresponsive to his charm wasn’t a deterrent.

“I’m sure I’ll find some snow on the walk home. If I need any help I’ll be sure to bring my woes back to the resident dilf, bloody handkerchief in tow.” Not that he ever would. He knew how to stitch himself back up after a stab wound, he could live without medical care for a few more years. “Be sure not to give your patients a heart attack with a smile that sweet, doctor.”

Unfortunately for Skye, Harvey didn’t know what a ‘dilf’ was. His head titled at the word and he felt about ten years age him. With as many patients as he saw, he knew the younger generation was always making up new slang and adding words to their vocabulary. On one hand, it was quite impressive and interesting to see how language changed over the years.

On the other hand, there was no way in hell he could keep up with their lingo. Harvey had accepted this fact long ago but it didn’t stop him from feeling like he was one step from the crypt every time an unfamiliar word flew over his head. Perhaps he would look that up when he got home. Dilf? Was it spelled how it sounded?

There was no way the second compliment flew over his head, but Harvey chuckled. “You might want to check your head, too. Have a safe trip home.”

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Luckily for Harvey, and not-so-luckily for Chase, there isn’t a very large window of time where the blonde is out like a light. One moment he’s immersed in the nothing, and the next he’s feeling a warm hand on his shoulder, simultaneously far away and still moderately comforting given where he is.

It’s that voice filtering into his mind that pulls him completely away from the matte dark, and after suddenly remembering the position he’s in, Chase’s eyes are flickering open only to find that Harvey’s propped up his feet on a chair and the chef has thoroughly gone and embarrassed himself. Blood flow must be returning to the rest of his body, but his heart is still fluttering away.

He tries to launch himself up into a sitting position, but he realizes he’s moving a little too fast for his limbs to keep up just a tad too late. Chase mutters a soft ‘fuck’ as his hands reach up to his own face, eyes cast toward the ceiling, sprawled out on his back in the hallway like a complete and total moron. In front of the same guy whose presence he’d genuinely enjoyed just a few nights before, no less.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” anything to reassure them both. The last thing he needed was someone fretting over him, doctor or not. “I’m doing fine. I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute,”

“Ah, hey, not so fast!” Harvey reached toward him out of concern. “Don’t move so fast, give your body time. How are you feeling? I’m a doctor here in the building; you’re in good hands, I promise.” He hoped that re-assured him from not acting so drastically. It was scary to pass out and find a stranger looming over you, but Harvey only wanted to help however he could.

And though he was concerned as a doctor, he was also concerned as a human worried for another human. Whatever the guy was going through, he hoped he could help. “I can go get you some water. It should help you feel a bit better.” Staying hydrated was important.

The View || Harvey & Iris

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Iris took the newly emptied spot next to him with an appreciative nod. A break wasn’t too bad of an idea to her right now if it gave her the chance to enjoy the scenery and her company. Small conversation was the perfect excuse to get her off her feet and give them a chance to rest, too. Another good idea since she wasn’t exactly sure when or where her hike would end.

She reached for her phone in her pocket to check the time, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she did so.

“It is and about an hour or so.”

Not very long in her own opinion, but she was used to walking everywhere when she visited her hometown every now and then. It kept her in shape to continue doing physical activity as so.

“If that’s the case, be sure to take it slow. Though I’m sure you’re more than capable.”

If she was saying that, then he must have successfully his how winded the hike had made him thus far. His breathing was becoming better as the minutes passed so he was sure he didn’t need to worry so much.

“That’s kind of you to say,” he replied with an amicable grin. “Being a doctor doesn’t lend itself well to physical exercise, I’m afraid, but I’ve been taking a few classes to keep myself active. I bet you get quite a work out when you substitute. Kids have so much energy, I don’t know where it comes from.” He laughed, more to himself. It was hard to imagine he had been that age once. Where had it all gone?

He leaned against the back of the bench. “What got you into teaching?”

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The man’s poor handkerchief. It’s practically soaked in blood at this point and Skye’s barely used it. Normally he’d pass it back, but it doesn’t look like he’d want it after this little predicament, pulling it back for a brief glimpse with a grimace. That was a harder hit than he expected.

“Just… embarrassment. Nothing I won’t get over, I’m sure. Luckily, I had a handsome savior give me some help, so I’ll be just fine. ♪ “

He smiles at him with one of his best grins, even if it hurts his face to do so. That being said, it hurts twice as much as Skye uses two of his fingers to pop his own nose back into place. Just a single quick snap and it doesn’t look too off-center. He’s shattered it far too many times in the past to even so much as whimper.

“I’ll have to give you some form of compensation for use of your handkerchief. Don’t think you’ll want it back after this.”

If Harvey wasn’t in doctor mode, being called handsome might have gotten more of a reaction out of him. As such, he smiled, a little flustered but keeping his calm demeanor. Handsome wasn’t a word that applied to men in their middle ages who ate microwave dinners almost every night.

The man righted his nose with a nary a sound and Harvey found himself mildly impressed. Everything looked fine and he certainly didn’t seem to be in pain. “Oh, I don’t need anything. Are you sure you’re alright? That’s a pretty nasty nosebleed. You should get something cold on it, it’ll constrict the blood vessels and help stop the bleeding.”

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A small smile pulled at her lips. She was thankful that the person she came across was not a stranger, well, a complete stranger. Iris hadn’t been around Harvey out of the office… ever. This was a first. There was no tie, no jacket, no formal air about this encounter. It made it a little odd. Even Iris, who typically favored long, fitting dresses or skirts, was in fitted jeans, sneakers, and a coat to keep her comfortable. It was no secret that her usual style wouldn’t be appropriate for hiking.

“A pleasant surprise.”

For many reasons– mainly bringing her back where she was supposed to be. Had she not run into him as soon as she did, she could have been anywhere by now. Farther into the treeline, farther away from the path she was supposed to follow.

“Are you enjoying the day?”

“I am. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He was still breathing a little hard, but he tried not to show it. An out of shape doctor wasn’t a good image. “I didn’t think I’d meet anyone out here. How long have you been hiking?” It was quite the difference to see Iris in jeans and a coat but if she was out hiking in a dress or skirt he’d be concerned for her well-being.

He scooted over so that she could take the seat next to him if she wished. “I think I’m more out of shape than I thought,” he chuckled sheepishly, “but it’s been a very pleasant day, if a bit chilly.”

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Just as he thinks his heart is going to run out of his chest, he can hear a familiar voice somewhere to the left of him– but not familiar enough to recognize right away, just an inkling in the back of his mind that says I know you already.

That doesn’t seem to help, even if it’s good to know he’s not about to embarrass himself in front of a complete stranger. Just an acquaintance, or something. He’ll figure out the specifics later, when he’s not about to throw up all over his own clothes.

“I’m… fine. I’m– having a panic attack, I think. The world feels kind of…”

Lifting his head up from between his knees was a bad idea. Just as he’s about to say the world feels far away, he meets the familiar brown-eyed gaze of the resident doctor crouching down beside him. All those memories from the party come flooding back in waves, the stumbling, the hug, the kiss, holding his hand and hoping he’d see him again before Gray whisked him off home without a chance to say goodbye.

The colour drains from his face, and then reality is a black nothingness as his eyes slip shut. Chase is falling off to the side as his brain conveniently tells him that now is the perfect time to pass out, going, going, gone.

That was certainly not a good reaction. Harvey is quick to act, reaching to catch him before he hits the ground, and lays him down gently on his beck. No injuries, he was breathing, and those were all good signs for a situation like this.

However, if he didn’t wake up soon, it could be a much more dire situation, and Harvey had no idea of his medical history. Harvey’s eyes cast about and landed on a chair. He dragged it over and propped up the man’s feet, which would encourage blood flow to his head. He came back to sit at his side. “Can you hear me?” His heavy hand fell on the man’s shoulder and shook it. If he didn’t wake soon, he would be calling emergency services shortly.

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Breathtaking. The view from the trail was simple breathtaking. Fresh, crisp air, vibrant fall colors, wildlife here and there, and she couldn’t leave out the mountain view, of course. Together it all felt like home, a small piece of the life she left behind in order to create a better one for her family. It was bittersweet. But she couldn’t deny that it was a lovely change of pace from the city life she had grown used to in the past years. It was serene and inspiring.

Perhaps too inspiring?

Iris looked around and noticed that with the perfectly blended background, she had wandered away from the trail. By how much? She wasn’t sure. In what direction? She wasn’t sure about that either. This was rather unlike her, yet, here she was looking for her way back. Thankfully, she was naturally calm and collected and didn’t have to worry about panicking on top of being lost.

It was only a matter of time until she found what she thought was the trail based on the pattern in the ground. It looked like it had been repeated walked through and it was the only path that wasn’t covered in an abundance of trees and bushes - a logical observation. And another point that helped her figure it all out was the sight of another person.

“Harvey?”

The national park sure was a spectacular sight. It was amazing that so close to the city was such an abundance of lush nature and wildlife, all preserved and thriving in the park. It was good to know there were still such places that worked to keep animals and nature healthy.

Harvey, however, could not compare. For being a doctor, his diet wasn’t the best, and the workouts he did paled in comparison to the physical exertion hiking could do to your body. As such, as soon as Harvey found the nearest bench he took a seat and pulled out his water bottle. His chest burned but the rush of cool water helped him relax.

Water bottle lowering, Harvey was surprised to see a very familiar face not so far away.

“Iris? What a surprise.” He smiled amicably. It was rare to see each other outside of the office. Ordinarily, Harvey would be in his tie and jacket, but out here in the park he had opted for more sensible wear: comfortable pants, sensible boots, and a jacket to ward away the cold.

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I Already Have a Father Thanks | Harvey & Cecilia

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The closing clerk had been late thanks to a delayed bus, and Ceci had been the one who had had to stay and cover. Thankfully, she wasn’t getting out as late as she had feared and still had time to make it to dinner with Harvey. Racing towards the elevators, the last little bit of her uniform being shoved into her back pack, she bit back a noise of frustration as she saw the doors close.

Her foot tapped against the tiled floor as she waited impatiently for the next car. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she sent a quick text to the man telling him she was on her way up to the Red Snapper. Thankfully another elevator arrived a few seconds later and she was able to catch it up.

She hoped he was in their usual spot as she made her way through the restaurant. When she spotted him, she smiled and made a beeline right for him. “Hey,” she said with a big smile as she dropped her bag next to the table. “I’m so sorry I’m late. The closer had some bus troubles.”

Routine was nice. The set structure made it easy for Harvey to process each day. Wake up at a certain time, ride his bike to work, see his patients, on certain days he went to a volunteer clinic after work, and today, every two weeks, he had dinner with Cecilia at the Red Snapper. As friends with her father, Harvey kept in contact with both regularly.

Harvey checked the time on his watch and realized she was a little late. Had something happened? They worked in the same building. No, he shouldn’t over worry, there were reasonable explanations for her being late too, and it wasn’t that long yet.

Soft jazz came from his phone and Harvey realized he had a text. His relief came out in a sigh. Cecilia was alright and headed here now.

True to her text, she arrived moments later, and Harvey smiled. “It’s no trouble. How was your day? I went ahead and ordered us some water for now.” The glasses, his at a slightly lower level than hers, waited on the table.

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Chase was fortunate enough to escape work early tonight. He hung up his apron on the rack next to the door, took the clips out of his hair, and said goodnight to his coworkers. By all accounts, he parted amicably from his workplace, gave his daily quota of kindness, and did nothing to warrant what happened the moment he left the doors of the building.

His phone was off all day to avoid any embarrassing interruptions. He’d missed all the text messages and phone calls, but they glared back at him the moment he turned on his cell, illuminated almost eye-burning bright and casting his face in the glow of the screen.

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The blood in his veins turns icy cold, and still he breaks into a sweat as the pace of his heart quickens like the footfalls of a rabbit against his rib cage. Chase can hear it in his ears, beating away as it plays background music as he scrolls through missed texts.

Just Vincent, whom he hasn’t talked to in decades, telling him to call Mom– no, Elanor– as soon as possible. They should know by now that he won’t, and if they need money they should ask instead of putting him on the phone with his birth mother.

The world around him starts to feel far away. This must be what it’s like to have a panic attack, Chase wonders somewhere in the back of his mind. He makes his way down to the ground slowly, and tries to remember what protocol is. Was it head between his knees? He’s pretty sure that was it, and that’s precisely what he’s doing, eyes closed as he tries to breathe steadily in order to avoid hyperventilating. Maybe he should call someone to pick him up.

Harvey thought his day was over, but did it ever really end? It was more that he had brief respites from his work hours until he returned to see more patients. It could be both mentally and physically draining but he knew he was doing good work and putting his degree to excellent use.

However, he didn’t expect to find someone crouched out in the hallway, head between their legs. A few options ran through his mind, if the person was hurt, or if they could just be resting, and then a more distant thought that they were trying to block out the world. Mental illnesses weren’t his practice and for those he often referred patients to other doctors, several that took on low income patients. There was no use in guessing when he could simply ask and find out.

“Hey,” Harvey approached and crouched near him. “Are you alright?”

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It looks like fate wasn’t necessarily kind today, and his humility will have to be spared some other time. Blinking up against the daylight streaming into his eyes, he’s surprised to find the resident doctor attending to the wound with the offering of a handkerchief. Not that he knows the guys name– the only reason he knows of his profession is because of his distrust for doctors.

It wasn’t what they did, but instead how they did it. Skye can’t count the amount of times he’s been jumped by five or six guys only to land on the hospital’s doorstep and have the cops called in for questioning, or the times they’ve found a measly weapon on his person and called the cops on him, leading to his general dislike. Nonetheless, this peace offering isn’t for those reasons, and he takes the handkerchief from his outstretched palm and presses it to his nose.

“Thanks.” Skye sits up from the cement sidewalk with an ache in his bones, but it’s still nothing he can’t handle. That was a hard landing, but he doesn’t so much as wince as he cleans up blood streaming from his nose. Pinch the tip. Lean forward. Breathe through your mouth. “Lucky I ran into you after the stop sign.”

Harvey continued to hover, unwilling to leave him alone for the moment. The man hit that stop sign pretty hard. Unaware that the man knew he was a doctor, Harvey figured his comment was about being able to help him right away.

“I suppose so,” he agreed with a sheepish smile. “How are you feeling? Dizzy at all?” Behind his glasses, Harvey’s brown eyes glanced over him to look for any swelling.

It wasn’t the first time Harvey helped people on the side of the road. When not at the Baycourt Clinic, he spent his time volunteering at free clinics in poorer districts. It felt like a good use of his skills for those less fortunate. On rare occasions and chance meetings, not too different from this one, he ended up helping people outside.

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That was certainly one aspect of it. However, in the end, there was no way to spin it that frozen meals were healthy. Yet all throughout his residency and time as a doctor, he and his fellow co-workers regularly ate unhealthy foods to save time. Even the food in the hospital he used to work at hadn’t served great food.

“I do have to advise patients on what’s best for their body. They pay for my knowledge. You’re obviously not here for that, right?” Harvey smiled, his mustache lifting with the action.

Harvey continued his own shopping, grabbing one of their cheaper things of wine to go with his meal. His evening would consist of jazz and listening to the radio for pilot chatter. Not exciting to most, but he was looking forward to a night in. “Well, I hope you have a safe trip home.”

“Yeah, guess so. I’ll schedule an appointment when I want to get lectured on my health.” Gray chuckled softly, hoping that the doctor would know he’s only joking. He nodded when they parted ways within the store and Gray meandered over to the frozen dinners to grab a Salisbury Steak meal, then grabbed some barbecue chips before Harvey spoke up again.

“Ah, yeah. You too.” He gave a small wave, feeling awkward still about seeing his physician at the convenience store. Gray went to pay for his items and gave a final nod to the doctor before disappearing to head back home. There was still a hint of guilt about eating unhealthily, even if his own doctor did so, too.

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