Continuing
Despite his warning and the Pauling knowing that it was an important task to be done, Cornelius would find that the rest of his work week would be very much the same as that single day after expression his desire to examine her; in Charlotte defense, she felt like she had a very good reason for avoiding the medic. Beyond, of course, the fact she didn’t eat enough or sleep ever, she also had answers to questions she would rather not be asked about her medical history and the stories behind the scars on her body. Certainly, it wasn’t uncommon for the doctor to find his patience with scars as they were fighting battles on the daily. However, it was a whole other thing for their Pauling to have any as her work didn’t get more dangerous than simply dealing with the team she had and the occasional paper cut. She had successfully avoided questions with their last Medic simply because the gentlemen was older, kinder and had a fondness for younger women who occasionally flashed him a sweet smile or laughed at his jokes; doing enough to distract away from his ever mentioning her check ups without utterly compromising her integrity.
However, it seemed that this gentlemen wasn’t going to be so easily swayed with his simple warning alone. Leaving Charlotte to either hide under her desk whenever she heard the handle to her door jiggle, or hide out in the storage closet she had in her office she had turned into a tiny book cave, or to simply do her work elsewhere besides her office whenever she could manage it. Truthfully she hated that she had to avoid her newest team-member, particularly since she had a fondness for most medics. Like herself, they prided themselves on their work and a job well done, as well as did their jobs without question and were usually flawless in execution; the class was admirably simply on that alone. Yet it seemed that fate had to bestow upon her one of the few more determined men, who was going to make forming a real friendship difficult simply because he couldn’t let this one thing go. As much as her professional side found that an alluring trait, the side of her that wanted to avoid an emotional mess, did not. That being the reason she was sitting on the window wide sill of her bedroom enjoying the cooler mid-afternoon air, while filling out reports to be sent off later. Truthfully she wasn’t minding this particularly location as it allowed her to be a bit more relaxed than she would be in her office; knee high stocking clad feet bare of shoes and her hair was loose across her shoulders.
@anotherredmedic
