special delivery for → @gcbrielgarcia
location: santa monica hospital — children’s unit
time: january 7th
“Thanks Pam. Tell Dr. King that I’m going to go ahead and take my lunch if he starts wondering where I am.” Letting the other nurse know that she had to tap out for the moment so she could eat and re-energize before she finished out the rest of her shift. Grabbing her purse from under the desk and her phone, she headed from behind the nurses station towards the lobby. Hoping that she could at least order get her meal and eat before she went back to work. As she rounded the corner Issy almost collided with another person, but quickly jumped out of the way to dodge them and the child they were carrying. “Are you—” She started until she realized who it was.
Gabriel Garcia.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She snapped, she put a hand to her hip. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” Even though she knew he was back from her mother’s calls she refused to acknowledge that he’d been in town, she’d went out of her way to try and avoid him. “Also where did that baby come from? Let me guess someone dropped it off at your door step?” Rolling her eyes at her made up scenario. “You might want to return it before it starts to cry and you panic and take off— again.”