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pick a little; talk a little - Jordan & Landry

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“No — no. That’s fine. You should just take as much time as you need.” There’s a pause as Jordan turns to look away and face the wall, running a hand up and over her head and tugging at her pony tail. “I’m not going anywhere — the court date is in a couple of days. No." A small laugh that sounds normal, too normal. Forced.

“I’ll see you when you get back from the conference. Grab a me a bunch of free pens, the savages here keep taking my supplies —- yeah of course. You too. Bye.”

There was a sniff as she turned around, glancing down at her phone for a moment in silence before she looked up and around the break area. Jordan felt anxious, but she supposed it was natural. Natural for someone who was pretending everything is fine, lying through her teeth to a boyfriend two states away. Chewing on her bottom lip, Jordan pocketed her phone quickly and ran her fingers up and round her neck, playing with the chain of her necklace - nerves evident for the first time in a long while.

Suddenly everything seemed a hell of a lot worse than it should. Than it has for the last couple of days since —-

Gritting her teeth and groaning, she pushed the memory of TC back where it belonged. Hidden at the back of her mind, at least during work hours. Now was not the right time for it to be bubbling to the surface. Not at all. Shaking her head and gathering her thoughts, reminding herself about Mr. Graham and his hernia in cubicle two - Jordan gathered herself up, heading for the door with a determined stride.

Jordan almost ran into Landry when she came out of that room so determinedly, and if Landry had been anymore distracted herself, that collision could have sent both of them flying. As it was, she was able to just barely sidestep Jordan, which was a feat in and of itself, since she was wearing those six inch heels. Not work appropriate, not really, but they were the only pair she could find in the mess that was her closet.

"Woah, hey." Things have been rocky between Jordan and Landry, and well, shit, between Landry and TC -- and like she said, she wasn't getting in their mess. "I applaud the effort, but I think you're a little too short to be the quarterback.." It's said with a smile and bit of reserved tone -- she's still not sure how to talk to Jordan without remembering the shades of what was.

It was all TC's fault, really.

She turned around to look at Jordan, who looked like she had about five thousand things on her mind. And Landry wouldn't be living up to her doctorate if she didn't at least ask -- besides, they were work friends; outside of these walls, maybe she could get away with not asking, but not within them.

"You doing okay?" It leaves Jordan to say yeah, I'm fine if she really wants to.

#arrhythmxa #v: the night shift #sorry i lack icons still

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He’s stripped his gloves off by the time he comes out, rubbing his hands together as he looks around to see what other patients need attending to. TC’s never done well with having his hands idle; if he’s not being useful, what’s the point of him being here? Cracking his knuckles, his head turns when a nurse calls for him, inquiring as to Landry’s whereabouts.

"I think she’s with a patient," TC answers automatically, walking over to get a better look at the sharp dressed man who is not threatening any of the staff. Cognitive dissonance much? He blinks, attempting to process that. Alvarez, that’s a familiar name. Can’t remember where he’s heard it before, but he definitely knows it from somewhere. He certainly doesn’t look like anyone who would even remotely be affiliated with her father, which is a point in his favor.

"Let me just…" He runs a hand through shaggy brown hair. "I’ll grab her when I have a chance. You might have to wait a while, sir. Just a heads up." Alvarez, Alvarez, Alvarez. Where does that name come from? He weighs it over in his head as he goes and fixes two cups of coffee, one for him and one for her. He knows how she takes hers by now.

Waiting by the door for her to be done, he can’t help but be a touch apprehensive. That whole debacle with Jordan would have been much less of a debacle if he’d had the decency to tell her the two of them were fooling around. They’ve been on shaky ground since after she broke it off with him, not that TC can blame her. When she finally comes out, he holds out her cup, a peace offering.

"You got a minute? There’s a guy here to see you, but I wanted to make sure you were okay with seeing him. He says his name’s Matt Alvarez. Came here in a suit."

He's genial and friendly, and he smiles. "Absolutely, not a problem." Sticking his hands in his pockets, there's a flash of a holstered gun and on his other hip, a badge. He's a cop. A detective. Something. Nurse Ramos nods at TC, passing the issue off to him while she gathers charts and leaves the desk.

Landry smiles at the mother, reassuring her, speaking even as she's opening the door. "It'll dissipate soon, it's just temporary. I'll come by before he's discharged." She turns around and there's TC, holding out a cup of coffee like it's a weapon. But mostly, she thinks, it'll be a peace offering.

She takes the coffee reluctantly, only because she didn't get a chance to grab hers this morning, and she's feeling a little run down. She's mid-sip when he tells her the name, and she exhales a sigh.

"Matt Alvarez. Wonderful, just what I wanted." She's got nothing in her hands but the coffee, nothing to throw. At the look on TC's face, one that reads a little bit confused, she pushes a hand through her hair. "I used to be married, to a Matt Alvarez." it's a way of explanation, one that doesn't do much. "He's a Ranger, like you." Another sip of her coffee, as though it might embolden her. She should be going to see him, but she's stalling.

#suaxsponte #v: the night shift

too many in one room;

You can never, ever, ever run away from your past. It's a lesson that will knock you off your feet as soon as you think you've learned it. Landry knows that well, what with her father popping up when it suits him, when he needs money. She still can't get over him saying that she abandoned him. Somedays she hopes her mother will snap and shoot him over the dinner table when he asks her to get him a beer. Justifiable homicide, they'll call it. He deserves to be put down. But she's dealing with a young patient in room three who is having trouble remembering his name. It might be mild amnesia related to his fall, it might be a temporary fugue state. She's not sure.

Nurse Ramos is manning the desk when a charming man walks up, in a suit and tie and a smile -- he's not bleeding, or yelling, so she's a little confused until he opens his mouth and asks the question.

"Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm looking for Dr. de la Cruz?" Nurse Ramos glances back, and sees TC exiting a room. "TC, have you seen Landry? This gentleman is looking for her." She turns her attention back to him. "I'm sorry, your name was..?" His smile hasn't quit. "Matt Alvarez."

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Me?! Abandon you?! I have worked like an animal for everything that I have and I never got anything but grief from you. You wrecked my childhood, you stole my money, you completely screwed up my life! You abandoned me a long, long time ago.

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“Me abandon you? I have worked like an animal for everything that I have and I never got anything but grief from you. You wrecked my childhood, you stole my money, you completely screwed up my life! You abandoned me a long, long time ago”.

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