#tfjacques

[elena-nayar]

Two Can Keep a Secret // Jacques and Elena

The restaurant guaranteed the privacy that Elena needed. The brunette should still be in bed allowing her body to rest, but her doctor had something more important that needed tending. Jacques knew about her. The woman had no idea what sort of confession her guilty mind eased by the presence of drugs spilled. Her hands were covered in blood not belonging to herself. Her past was saturated with it. Either the doctor didn’t know the truth or did not care to inform the police of her past transgressions. The idea that someone knew her darkest secrets made the woman’s hands tremble as she wiped them on her pants. This was not a date. This was… Elena had no words to describe what was about to occur. Jacques half asked, half demanded that they go somewhere to discuss her secrets. The brunette refused to make an effort to look more than the sickly patient she was in an oversized sweater grey and a pair of black leggings.

Pressing her back to the cold wall of the hospital, Elena sighed in relief feeling a bit of the pain numbed by the cold. Checking her cell phone, she wondered just where the good doctor was. His shift was supposed to end at seven, and it was now seven thirty. While Jacques might have had the day off, with the recent events in Regium, Elena sincerely doubted that the staff would give the tired doctor a break when he was so good at his craft. 

A grin grew on her lips as she spotted a familiar tall, dark shape emerging from the staff exit with a cigarette already clutched between his teeth. Pushing off of the wall, Elena made her way closer. “You know it is a bad habit, but you are in the right place.” She tilted her head towards the hospital knowing the retort about death was soon coming. “I’ve got us reservations for eight thirty. Shall I call a cab or do you need to go home and get pretty first?”

[caroline-attina-blog]

Caroline's head was spinning. She couldn't remember how it is she got into the hospital room, but she figured it had something to do with the annoying bandage on her stomach. She remembered the fireworks--no it was a gunshot. She closed her eyes and groaned. This was just perfect. The sound of footsteps reached her ears and she opened her eyes slightly just enough to see the white coat. "What's the damage, doctor?"

[coltonxlasseter-blog]

this hazy head of mine || Jacques and Colton

Finally, Colton had arranged himself an appointment with a proper doctor, because these days the word 'bath' was making him feel ill and it had been almost a week since he and Tod had spoken. So, he trawled the internet, found a surgery, and decided to stomach the fees. His dad didn't really need the support any more, he decided. This was more important. 

He was so nervous that he was punctual, and had to wait fifteen minutes whilst he waited for his name to be called. All the while he was fidgeting, unable to sit still. His leg bounced, he picked at his nails, tried not to let his breathing get too quick because if it did, he was sure he'd end up panicking. Colton hadn't been to a doctor in a while, and when he had, he hadn't been this bad. His shoulder was acting up again, and he found himself stretching in an attempt to alleviate the aching. When his name finally was called, he nearly jumped out of his skin, but got to his feet and cleared his throat, and followed the person who had summoned him. He was led to a door, and then knocked on it, and let himself in. 

"Hi, uh, hello, doctor," he said, slightly breathy, with a small, very uncomfortable smile. Colton hovered in the doorway, waiting to be offered a seat or spoken to in some way.