drsimonecooper:
With her schedule and two young kids, Simone hardly ever got to go to the gym. She kept healthy and she tried to exercise at home when she could. But since she’d seen that Judah was back, she’d needed some kind of release. So the gym was the only reasonable thing to do. Working out wasn’t her favorite thing to do but as she left the gym, she felt much much better.
As she was leaving though, she could hear her phone ringing. Attempting to dig for it in the bottom of her bag, she was worried it may be the hospital even though she wasn’t on call, she wasn’t watching where she was going. Instead of walking around the bench seat just outside of the gym, she stumbled into it - hitting her shin and dropping her handbag.
“Shit,” she hissed. So much for feeling better after working out. Now, her shin stung and the contents of her bag were scattered on the ground.
—it had been a rather bad day, and Aiden had a hard time feeling essentially trapped in this place when he knew why he had come here, to begin with. half a year ago. trying to get out of his overthinking habit, he went out to run some errands, and do some grocery shopping (that he partially loathed, his least favorite chore), but got caught up in idle things that took much longer, yet provided the distraction he was originally after. he was just crossing the road when his attention was caught by the lady walking straight into a bench. that definitely hurt, was his initial thought. and even though Aiden is a lot of terrible things, he also possesses a tiny bit of not-being-a-total-ass, especially to women, children, and the elderly…most of them.
against his, generally, better judgment, he bent down to help. he picked up some of the items that seemed to be less personal. “are you okay?” he asked, voice rather void of any concern, yet somehow making the query sounding sincere.
She leant down, one hand rubbing at her shin and the other reaching for the dropped contents of her back when she heard someone speak. Looking up, she gives the man a small smile, stuffing a few things back into her bag. “Besides the fact I think I might’ve cracked my shin, I’m okay. Thanks,” Simone joked, shrugging a little. Her brows furrowed then as she realised the man had picked up her day planner and her hospital I.D. two things she’d absolutely hate to lose.
She stood up then, forgetting all about her ringing phone as she reached a hand out for the planner and I.D. “I’m not usually so clumsy,” Simone started, feeling like she should break the silence somehow. She chuckled awkwardly. “I suppose it serves me right for not paying enough attention to my surroundings.”















