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Dear everybody awesome University rp group that will be opening soon is HERE The charas are all based off of historical people. Poe, George VI, Leonardo Da Vinci are taken, but more profiles will be going up soon! Please please check it out and if you're not interested reblog cause some of your friends might be!
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//Well it's really about time for me to be sleeping XD I have a long day tomorrow *loud sigh*
{Meeting Again)
Riley had just ordered her staple for after work, one black coffee. Turning around, she glanced around the cafe, for some reason it was unreasonably packed. Seeing what she thought was an empty booth, she slid into it. Setting her coffee down, she glanced up, noticing a man already in the booth. “Oh! I’m sorry! Do you mind if I sit here?”
"You're that kid right?" Eli asked, instead of answering her question. "You broke two of your fingers about a week ago. You didn't cry or whine at me." Eli didn't usually remember his patients faces, but she hadn't irritated him, an unusual occurrence. Eli took a small bite of his sandwich, careful not to get any on his face. He had a rare day off and since Tollie was in London, he had decided to go out for lunch.
Another Day Another Death
Riley clenched her teeth when Dr. Street bent her fingers slowly. She breathed out through her nose, trying not to make any noise, or yank away from him. “Ouch”. She muttered a bit through her teeth. “What do you think?”
He released her hand, “Yeah, that’s definitely broken. Let’s splint you up so I can go yell at the nurses.” Eli turned to rummage around in the drawers of various medical supplies behind him. He pulled a out a splint and grabbed the girl’s hand, less gently. Eli bandaged her hand quickly, before scribbling a few more notes down on her chart. He handed it to her, “Here, give that to the receptionist and she’ll give you some more gauze to take with you.”
She cringed a bit when he grabbed her hand, rougher then before. She waited patiently while he splinted up her hand. “Thank you, Dr. Street.” Riley told him with a little smile, accepting the chart. She didn’t really feel like smiling, but he had just fixed up her hand, which was nice of him. “Alright! Thanks for your time.” With that she headed out the door of the room.
Eli watched her go. She hadn't been too bad, for a kid. He was however, pleased that she had gone. He needed to go have a word with the nurse and he wasn't thinking thank you.
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operating-on-arrogance came to visit
Tollie was swinging on the swing in the park down the road from her current apartment. She’d texted Eli earlier, and decided that they should meet there. Mostly because she was bored and liked to swing. She’d dropped her cigarette on the ground and stomped it out before he got there. Looking up a bit, she didn’t smile, but waved.
Eli sort of smiled at her, well the closest thing he could manage after working a nine hour shift. “Hey Bristol,” he called, sauntering over to the swing set and crossing his arms. “I’m on lunch, was there something you needed? The text sounded,” He paused for a long moment, searching for a word that was not desperate, “urgent.”
She slid her sunglasses back up her nose. “I was bored - in all honesty.” Kicking her feet on the swing, she grinned at him. “Also, I figured it was a good time to tell you I’m going to London, again. I’ll be there for a couple weeks.” Tollie licked her bottom lip, and hummed a bit.
"Really?" Eli remarked calmly, hooking his thumbs into the front of his jeans. "You made me come down on my lunch because you were bored. And also you’re saying that you’re leaving the country. So did you just not think to discuss this in an appropriate setting where we would actually have time or did you do that deliberately?"
Tollie pursed her lips a tiny bit, wishing she had a cigarette in between her fingers again, however, Eli hated her smoking, so she couldn't. Dragging her feet in the dirt she said, “I figured it would be better than a phone call, and I don’t see what’s to discuss, really. I’ve got to go.”
"Yes well, you got that part right," Eli commended her, smiling sarcastically. "Phone calls at work are for emergencies. Although, I think this technically counts now, but I don't know, this didn't seem like something you could have told me about sooner? You know, a time not right before you have to leave."
Head Canon: Eli is possessive, he's not nice about it either. He knows what's his and he doesn't want anyone else near it and he apparently missed the day in kindergarten when they taught kids how to share.
operating-on-arrogance came to visit
Tollie was swinging on the swing in the park down the road from her current apartment. She’d texted Eli earlier, and decided that they should meet there. Mostly because she was bored and liked to swing. She’d dropped her cigarette on the ground and stomped it out before he got there. Looking up a bit, she didn’t smile, but waved.
Eli sort of smiled at her, well the closest thing he could manage after working a nine hour shift. “Hey Bristol,” he called, sauntering over to the swing set and crossing his arms. “I’m on lunch, was there something you needed? The text sounded,” He paused for a long moment, searching for a word that was not desperate, “urgent.”
She slid her sunglasses back up her nose. “I was bored - in all honesty.” Kicking her feet on the swing, she grinned at him. “Also, I figured it was a good time to tell you I’m going to London, again. I’ll be there for a couple weeks.” Tollie licked her bottom lip, and hummed a bit.
"Really?" Eli remarked calmly, hooking his thumbs into the front of his jeans. "You made me come down on my lunch because you were bored. And also you're saying that you're leaving the country. So did you just not think to discuss this in an appropriate setting where we would actually have time or did you do that deliberately?"
operating-on-arrogance came to visit
Tollie was swinging on the swing in the park down the road from her current apartment. She’d texted Eli earlier, and decided that they should meet there. Mostly because she was bored and liked to swing. She’d dropped her cigarette on the ground and stomped it out before he got there. Looking up a bit, she didn’t smile, but waved.
Eli sort of smiled at her, well the closest thing he could manage after working a nine hour shift. "Hey Bristol," he called, sauntering over to the swing set and crossing his arms. "I'm on lunch, was there something you needed? The text sounded," He paused for a long moment, searching for a word that was not desperate, "urgent."
Another Day Another Death
She thought for a second before adding, “Six, I think?” She wasn’t sure, “Maybe five.” He prodded her fingers, and she looked away from them, she really didn’t want to look at them. Riley had no problem looking at injuries on other people, but she didn’t enjoy looking at her own injuries.
"Yeah, this is going to hurt," Eli said, holding her hand with one of his gloved ones, the other moving to her fingers, gradually bending them. His grip on her hand was fairly firm, he wasn’t sure if she would yank her hand away or try to smack him and she could end up doing more harm than good.
Riley clenched her teeth when Dr. Street bent her fingers slowly. She breathed out through her nose, trying not to make any noise, or yank away from him. “Ouch”. She muttered a bit through her teeth. “What do you think?”
He released her hand, "Yeah, that's definitely broken. Let's splint you up so I can go yell at the nurses." Eli turned to rummage around in the drawers of various medical supplies behind him. He pulled a out a splint and grabbed the girl's hand, less gently. Eli bandaged her hand quickly, before scribbling a few more notes down on her chart. He handed it to her, "Here, give that to the receptionist and she'll give you some more gauze to take with you."
Another Day Another Death
Riley nodded, still biting the inside of her cheek. “I hurts.” She thought back to when the door had slammed, “I think there was a little cracking sound, but I’m really not sure, I was really shocked about what had happened. Sorry.” Looking up at him, she was pleased that he didn’t tower over her, like most people did. It was nice, for once. She was mostly trying to distract herself from the pain in her hand.
"Yeah that’s fairly normal, most people are focusing on the pain," He rattled, "On a scale of one to ten, ten being extreme, how would you rate the pain?" He asked as he gently prodded her fingers.
She thought for a second before adding, “Six, I think?” She wasn’t sure, “Maybe five.” He prodded her fingers, and she looked away from them, she really didn’t want to look at them. Riley had no problem looking at injuries on other people, but she didn’t enjoy looking at her own injuries.
"Yeah, this is going to hurt," Eli said, holding her hand with one of his gloved ones, the other moving to her fingers, gradually bending them. His grip on her hand was fairly firm, he wasn't sure if she would yank her hand away or try to smack him and she could end up doing more harm than good.
Another Day Another Death
She nodded, allowing him to take her hand. She cringed a little bit, but didn’t say anything out loud, digging her teeth into her cheek. Riley watched the Dr. - Dr. Street was sewn into the chest of his lab coat. Shaking her head a bit, her curls bounced, “No, I can barely move the finger beside it.”
"Mhmm," he agreed, "Does that hurt?" Eli asked, looking up, sensing her distress. He took the look on her face as confirmation. "Do you remember hearing any strange noises when the door closed on your hand?"
Riley nodded, still biting the inside of her cheek. “I hurts.” She thought back to when the door had slammed, “I think there was a little cracking sound, but I’m really not sure, I was really shocked about what had happened. Sorry.” Looking up at him, she was pleased that he didn’t tower over her, like most people did. It was nice, for once. She was mostly trying to distract herself from the pain in her hand.
"Yeah that's fairly normal, most people are focusing on the pain," He rattled, "On a scale of one to ten, ten being extreme, how would you rate the pain?" He asked as he gently prodded her fingers.
Another Day Another Death
"Take a seat," He said, gesturing towards the exam bed. He accepted the girl’s chart from the nurse and read it thoroughly. "So Miss Donavan, you think you’ve broken your index and middle fingers?" He asked, still scanning the chart. "How did that happen?"
"Yes, those fingers." Riley paused for a moment, still craddling her hand to her chest. "My room mate slammed my fingers in the door when we were leaving our apartment". Thinking back, she wasn’t even sure how that had happened, she’d been reaching back to grab the door knob, and they were closing the door, and her fingers had been caught.
"Ow," he commented dryly. "May I?" He asked, reaching for her hand. Receiving her permission, he took it. Eli bent to examine it. The fingers were quite swollen and discoloured. He hummed quietly, they did appear broken. "Can you move them at all?"
She nodded, allowing him to take her hand. She cringed a little bit, but didn’t say anything out loud, digging her teeth into her cheek. Riley watched the Dr. - Dr. Street was sewn into the chest of his lab coat. Shaking her head a bit, her curls bounced, “No, I can barely move the finger beside it.”
"Mhmm," he agreed, "Does that hurt?" Eli asked, looking up, sensing her distress. He took the look on her face as confirmation. "Do you remember hearing any strange noises when the door closed on your hand?"
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"Hey," Eli began, stretching to word impossibly long. “Can I get a coke over here?" He asked the bartender. He made sure the man had heard before leaning his head on a hand. It’d been a brutal day at work, so a few colleagues had come for drinks, but Eli was still on call so no alcohol for him. The last thing anyone needed was a drunk trauma surgeon.
"Sure thing, pal," Joe said. As he set down the can and popped it, pouring some off into a glass of ice, he guessed, “Designated driver for the evening, huh?"
Eli tilted his head back, examining the man serving him. “Not quite," He ran a thumb over his jawline, feeling the stubble he hadn’t had a chance to shave. “I work at the hospital. I’m on call for the E.R." Eli made a dismissive gesture, waving his career away. “Oh, I’m Eli by the way."
"Oh, I see," Joe said, unable to keep his eyebrows from going up. He had a thing about paramedics, but he tried to bite his tongue about it. Knowing it was an irrational and stupid thing. In a forced effort to remain cheerful, he said, “Well, I’m sure they’ll be pleased you keep away from the bottle."
Joe tried to let his demeanor relax as he watched the man wave the topic away. If only it were so easy. “Pleasure, Eli," he said and tried to mean, “Joe."
Eli sipped his coke angrily, "I could get fired for that, it's been known to happen." And as much as he liked to drink after a twelve hour shift, it wasn't worth the loss of his credibility or his job. "Nobody needs a drunk doctor working the E.R." Eli hated being on call, it basically meant he got to watch all his friends get plastered, while he remained angry and sober.
Another Day Another Death
Eli looked up from the paper work he was completing. His last patient had been some man doing house reno’s. Apparently he’d fallen through the floor or something. He hadn’t been clear on the details, but his leg was only fractured, not broken. A young woman had walked into the exam room. Eli left the unfinished paper work on the desk, refraining from uttering a few choice words. He hadn’t buzzed for his next patient yet, he’d have to speak to the nurses. “What’s the problem?” He asked, folding his arms.
"I think I’ve broken two of my fingers." She told him, cradling her hand close to her body. They were both cranked at a funny angle on her left hand, and she couldn’t move either. Riley looked at the floor, kind of embarrassed that she had to go to the ER.
"Take a seat," He said, gesturing towards the exam bed. He accepted the girl’s chart from the nurse and read it thoroughly. "So Miss Donavan, you think you’ve broken your index and middle fingers?" He asked, still scanning the chart. "How did that happen?"
"Yes, those fingers." Riley paused for a moment, still craddling her hand to her chest. "My room mate slammed my fingers in the door when we were leaving our apartment". Thinking back, she wasn’t even sure how that had happened, she’d been reaching back to grab the door knob, and they were closing the door, and her fingers had been caught.
"Ow," he commented dryly. "May I?" He asked, reaching for her hand. Receiving her permission, he took it. Eli bent to examine it. The fingers were quite swollen and discoloured. He hummed quietly, they did appear broken. "Can you move them at all?"
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