Rafael de la Fuente by Carlos Moscat

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Rafael de la Fuente by Carlos Moscat
       Joshua rolled his sleeves up, the long white coat he wore feeling cumbersome and unwieldy. Behind him the hectic buzz of the hospital droned on and on in the ringing of a phone, the beep of a pager, the wail of a baby. He sighed heavily, each sound drilling into his eardrums and inching further and further to the sensitive soft flesh of his temples. He felt a migraine coming on, teased out by exhaustion, by ten hours already felt working in the Emergency Room. He sighed, huffed, rubbed his hand over the furrow of his brow.
The curtains loomed before him in a sickening shade of mint, and he pushed them aside, already speaking before he could catch sight of his patient. “Right, I’m Doctor Chau, and I’ll be examining you tod- Jesus, what happened to you?“
habits died hard. nico found himself fiddling around with right about anything he could get his hands on, and in that very moment it so happened to be the lining of the lounger at the emergency room. you could say he was rather uncomfortable with having to be there in the first place, his mind was running loose -- his mother was worrying over nothing, he was sure. it was then, that his train of thought was interrupted by the doctor entering the premises.Â
“josh!” the young man chirped happily. if he had to be there, he was glad it was in the other’s hands. “well, you see... I was helping my mother get some of the leaves out of the drain that runs along the top of the house-- and well you see I may or may not have lost hold on the stair thingy I was on and slipped off.” the young man continued to roll his eyes ever so slightly before adding, “I told her I was fine, but she insisted on having me go see the doctors so here I am.”
aesthetic. nicolás orta aguilera. he’s made up of black coffee, untamed hair, and poorly suppressed anger.
it’s thalia back with another muse woop woop ! meet my newest son nico ! please feel free to send me a message if you’d be interested in plotting (here or on discord Thalia#1536) or simply like this post and I shall roll into your dms to plot !! you can find more information on my sweetie below the cut !Â
✧・゚:*. ( rafael de la fuente | he/him | cis male | 30 ) is that ( nicolás orta aguilera ) i just saw at noche’s bar? rumour has it the ( hacker one / IT person ) is affiliated with ( anonymous ). ( dust free computer screens, exhausted smiles, soft humming of servers, fresh coffee, watching the sunrise ) reminds me of them… are they gonna make it in las vegas? .*:・゚✧
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