utmost respect for human life
@rorishleanne
Mario, or Savetti if you will, danced around the punching bag that inhabited a section of the small hospital gym. He punched. he dodged. He hit. He kicked. He did every boxing move he knew. He even made up a few. Sweat poured down his bare chest and soaked the waistband of his scrub slacks.
It felt good to get this pent-up anger and frustration out. However, ever ounce of annoyance that leaked out was replaced by more. Every, single time he thought about Angus it just flared. Something was wrong with Angus. He needed help. And he wasn’t taking it. In fact, Dr. Leighton seemed to be shutting everyone out. It was going to blow up on him; he knew it.
Dr. Rorish came into the room. Oh great, what did I do now? he wondered, stopping his exercise routine. He’d never seen Leanne visit the hospital gym so he doubted she was here for the equipment (she could be of course). He was also the only person in the gym. So the only logical thing was he’d done something wrong.
Grabbing a towel, he wiped his chest and face off. “Am I overtime for my break?” he asked. “I needed to let out steam. Did you know, I just listened to the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that.”