closed starter: aaron woodside.
where: new hanover medical center.
This is why I don’t do good things for other people. Fuck being nice, trying to be a caring person, it only gets you hurt — literally. Gideon was huffing and puffing by the time she was given a bed in the rather busy emergency room. She had been on her phone trying to figure out with her receptionist a way to move all of her appointments for the rest of the day around, though if the woman had it her way, she would have hired a doctor to come to stitch up her bleeding wound while she participated in her meetings — but no. Instead, she had walked from her office many, many blocks to the emergency room while she yelled into the end of her cellphone. Meanwhile, her bleeding hand, which had been cut trying to open a can in the staff room (she was never doing that again), had been bandaged up with as many pieces of cloth as she could find — mostly done by herself of course because Gideon Clarke was a stubborn woman.
“Oh, thank god. I’ve been waiting here forever.” The woman cried as the curtain was pulled back, revealing a rather handsome man in a white lab coat. “Can we try to make this quick? I’ve been moving my entire schedule around because of this.” She stated, lifting her hand, where the blood had begun seeping through the makeshift wrap pressed against her palm.