lucastheoclarington:
Bruised And Blue @itsamarcusjones
Luke glanced down at his phone and sighed, trying to see through the swell that was growing in his eyes, and the blood, to reply to Sebastian with his sore fingers. He had felt himself up and had felt a definite cut on his right eyebrow, another on his nose bridge, and one on his lip, there was also a very hot spot, pulsating, around his left eye, which he suspected would be black by tomorrow. Sebastian had at least told him where the hospital wing was, so he could more or less situate himself in the dim lights, until he found the brightly lit section of the Carson Hall, which had to be what he was looking for.
As he approached, he saw the scrawling letters saying Hospital Wing, and took a breath as he went for the door, easily entering as it was open, “hello?” He called, figuring either the doctor or the nurse should be around.
There was no doubt that Marcus loved his job, and had never for a second regretted it. Really he didn’t regret taking the position at Bridgeport either. When he graduated he experienced a little confusion about what he wanted to specialize in. General Practice hadn’t interested him much, but the ER wasn’t somewhere he wanted to be consistently either. Taking the job at the academy had seemed like the perfect fit, a mix of both worlds. Ultimately Marcus loved his job, but for the most part it was a little slow. For that reason, he found himself lounging on one of the empty beds, scrolling through his phone, when he heard a voice calling through the hall, from the front of the wing. Getting up he made his way into sight, his eyebrows raising when he took in the sight before him. “Well that’s not something you see every day.” Marcus commented, tipping his head back towards the clinic area. “Follow me, big guy. Unless you’d prefer I bring a wheelchair?”
lucastheoclarington:
Luke was somewhat relieved that it was Marcus there, he’d had more personal talks with Frannie, due to asking about his brother’s condition, so this was easier. Or he hoped it would be. He grimaced at the first comment, though didn’t retort, then rolled his eyes, “I’m fine.” He stated, as he followed him in, dropping his bag on a chair on the way, and asking, “I take it doctor-patient confidentiality applies in the academy?” He didn’t plan on telling him every detail, but he would tell everything that matter, and would rather it be kept between them. “You might want to have a look at my ribs,” he was having a hard time breathing, and he suspected they were at least bruised on his right side, hopefully not broken.
Marcus recognized Lucas Clarington on sight, something he assumed was pretty common for the guy. The grimace and eye-roll weren’t unnoticed but it wasn’t something he drew attention to, believing Lucas had enough on his plate. At the comment he shook his head, laughing softly. “Your mouth says so, but your face says differently my guy.” He teased, moving into one of the clinical rooms, immediately opening several drawers to gather supplies. “Have a seat when you’re ready.” He instructed, nodding towards the bed. “Yeah, it applies.” He said with a nod, also noting the comment about checking Lucas ribs. “Take your shirt off, in that case. We’ll check that first.” Turning, he pulled a stethoscope from a nearby hook before slipping his hands into a pair of gloves. “So, do you want to share anything with me, or would you rather I shoot in the dark?”
