tk doesn't usually do this. doesn't check upon the people he brings into the hospital after his shift. not because he doesn't care, but because his heart wouldn't be able to take it — and yes, he guesses it would be slightly unprofessional too. yet, he couldn't help it this time, found it impossible to just go on with his life and his job without stopping by for an update. he remembers the call well, the blood and the vitals dropping dangerously fast, making everyone fear for a cardiac arrest before they could manage to get @kipagircs to the hospital. tk feels a tad stupid now, with flowers between his hands, knocking on the boy's door before pushing it open to reveal luke, bandaged but conscious and wonderfully out of danger, which is already so much better than last time tk has seen him.
i never introduced myself, i'm luke.
' hey luke, ' he brings the flowers up with an awkward gesture, hesitating a beat before deciding to avoid correcting him. he knows his name, wrote it down on the post call sheet himself, but their meeting has been weird enough without tk making it worse. ' i'm tk. it's good to see you without all the.. y'know. tubes and stuff. ' he busies himself with finding a temporary place for the flowers, before the nurses can set them in a vase, then he finally scoots over to the bed with a chair. he's got a little time before he has to head down to the 126 for his night shift, after all, so he might as well. ' you're not allergic, right? the nurses are gonna kill me if i come in and ruin their hard work. '
