The hand was about a foot from where the nurse actually stood, but he didn’t say anything about it in case it aggravated his patient. As if a flower blooming, the pillow fortress came down to allow Foggy to meet his patient.
He was… well, the best way the nurse could describe it was sickly. The patient, Olivier, was pale as a ghost and thin as a stick. It wasn’t malnutrition, there was nothing on his ref sheet about it. He figured it was the long list of medical conditions added up to equate to the guy he saw laying on the bed. But other than the obvious he had gorgeous blue eyes that were like staring into the ocean on a clear, sunny day.
“I just transferred to this hospital today; my name is Franklin, Franklin Nelson. But to be honest that sounds like an old fart name, so you can just call me Foggy, all my friends do.” He walked to the bedside and held out his hand so they could properly get to know one another. “And no needles, scout’s honor. Just blood pressure and temperature right now.” He held up the arm band, pump, and mouth thermometer so Oli could see that he wasn’t lying.
A slender hand took Foggy’s in a very serious, surprisingly firm, handshake as critical blue eyes scrutinized the taller man. From this close distance the nurse would be able to see Olivier’s pupils blown wide with medication. Still, Olivier was attempting to figure out what kind of man Foggy was. He looked honest - sounded honest too. Though his glasses were still on the bedside table next to him, Olli could see that Foggy was true in saying there were no needles. At least not in the open.
“Y'r not gonna bullshit me? New nurses try and bullshit me an’ I don’t like it. I’m not a child - children get lies.” Truth rang bitterly clear. A cold hand retreated from Foggy’s much warmer grip. His speech was starting to slur a bit more, the medication kicking into full gear at the first twinge of pain in his chest around the scar.
Olivier looked like he wanted to add to what he had said but was cut off as a harsh cough left him instead. Thin frame hunched over, rattling breath dragged between each forcible cough. It sounded as painful as it looked. A soft groan left patient as he slumped back after the fit, lungs burning despite the medication. His eyes were unfixed and wandering as they looked back to Foggy. Confusion pulled at his face a little - mind gap. “Weren’t you jus’ like,” a vague gesture with his hand towards the doorway, then he stopped.
“…… I forgot what I was gonna…….say.”