it's like something shifts, and it does so with enough abruptness to throw her for a loop. the second doctor whitaker steps through that door, he becomes . . . well, a doctor. not that she'd expect anything less, but his warmth is directed towards the patient now, and she feels that sudden absence in the form of something eerily cold. at the same time, though, there's no denying she respects him for his devotion. he's a good doctor for a reason.
so caitlin falls quiet, offering the man seated on the bed a tight - lipped smile and a curt nod of her head in lieu of a verbal greeting. her colleague has the talking covered, thankfully. she can do what she loves most: observe, like a fly on the wall. gaze drops to the tablet in her hands every now and again, but only to distract herself from that pretty face. what's gotten into her? she's supposed to be the one with the laser focus!
"well," she finally speaks up after a lengthy conversation is had by doctor and patient, "you're in good hands with doctor whitaker here, sir. i'll leave you to it. if you have any questions or concerns, i'm sure doctor whitaker will be able to keep you informed." once again, head tilts in a nod; a silent goodbye. brows quirk in evan's direction, and then the auburn - haired attending slips out of the room, waiting for a few beats with antsy fingers that drum against the hard shell of her tablet.
"what're you thinking?" asks doctor lenox when whitaker finally rejoins her, because she needs to keep him on his toes, right?
