WHERE: Metroplex General Hospital
WHO: Open
Cadmus was staring down at his shoes as Diomedes crossed his arms over his chest. Both fully dressed for the cold weather outside the hospital.
“Look, Brooklyn got her physical done and got her shots. I'd rather not be out here either, but we needed to get this done anyways. You got hit in the head pretty bad during that last shoot. All you have to do is get the physical part, you've done them before.”
He made a vague noise of discontent, shoving his hands into his pocket and pulling his shoulders up. “I don't like it Dee, I hate being plugged in like that,” he complained, “What if they click the wrong thing and they just alt-f4 my ass.” He gave his brother a look, before relenting and nodding. “Can you at least go first and I'll go in when you're done?”
Diomedes huffed, “Fine, but I'm coming back out here for you and we're getting this done.”
Cadmus gave a mock salute before his shoulders slumped and he let out a groan. “This shit is so lame,” he complained out loud.