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leon wasn't entirely certain if he believed her or not, but he had no proof to go off of, so he was forced to accept it. he kept his doubts to himself, figuring vocalizing them wouldn't do either of them any good. devi could continue to insist she was fine, and he could speculate that she wasn't. there would be an endless loop there, and he'd rather not do that. he nodded at her insistence, giving her a small smile. ❝ great, as long as you're sure. ❞ he chuckled at her words. he was aware of the conspiracy that robots were coming for their jobs. ❝ probably not in our lifetime, though. ❞ he was fairly certain that artificial intelligence was a long ways away from being able to perform brain surgery. he was extremely secure in his job. ❝ who knows, maybe one day it could. ❞ he doubted it, but it was still nice to dream. stress was all part of the job, though. he would probably be more concerned if he spent an entire shift free of any levels of stress. ❝ you and me both. but, really, i think that's probably a good idea. i proritize my patients. ❞ he could worry about taking care of himself when he wasn't scheduled to save lives.
❝ i'm sure , ❞ devi tried to insist. she could appreciate the other's concern , but it was unnecessary. she was just a little jumpy after a long day ; her defenses lowered after ending her shift. all her energy went into staying awake rather than being aware of her surroundings. ❝ yeah , well … robots are coming for our jobs eventually , ❞ she mused. there were some people trying to use artificial intelligence to help identify suspicious scans. devi could vaguely recall some article about use of robotic arms in some surgical settings. while she eagerly looked forward to such developments , anything that could help save more lives , she still felt secure that a computer was not replacing her anytime soon. ❝ oh , it'd be so nice … ❞ she sighed , as if longing for the idea. she'd love to not be so stressed on near daily basis ; but it was expected in the medical field. maybe it was even a bit healthy to be somewhat stressed , as a sign that you actually care about the work. ❝ i fear i save my best for the operation room , ❞ she hummed. she constantly put her patients above herself , as she could deal with the bare minimum while her patients should not.
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it seemed that when he was around her, he had the tendency to roll his eyes more than usual. it was something that she managed to pull out of him for whatever reason. none of the other residents stood out quite like nia did. ❝ it's not too late to make a career change, you know, ❞ he commented, expression still unimpressed. ❝ you seem to really favor psychology. it's certainly connected to the brain, but it is far from neurosurgery, ❞ leon pointed out tp her. ❝ perhaps you'd feel more at - home elsewhere. you could analyze micro expressions or whatever with other people who also find enjoyment in psychology. ❞ the blonde didn't necessarily get beneath his skin, that was reserved for jett. nia just managed to perplex him. he just didn't understand how she operated the way that she did. leon doubted he'd ever be able to fully get it, either. he was not going to indulge her in any sense of the word. he kept a neutral expression on his features, maintaining his stoic demeanor. every time she spoke, he genuinely couldn't help but wonder if her talents would be put to better use elsewhere. clearly, she had a knack for reading people. ❝ as i've already told you, there's still time to switch careers, ❞ he reminded her once again. ❝ we're here to operate on the brain, we are not here to analyze the behavior of our colleagues. ❞ she should've been acutely aware of that. ❝ whatever works for them. it doesn't bother me regardless. ❞ he wasn't there to care about what residents thought of him. he was there to guide them. ❝ well, i guess this isn't a consultation, because i certainly didn't ask for one, and i wouldn't be up for paying for one, either. ❞
she couldn’t help the grin at the last question he asked ; maybe a little too wide and a little too please with herself, almost as if she wanted him to notice. she just shrugs, deciding to leave the question hanging in the air and instead of answering, the takes a slow sip from the coffee she’d been nursing for the last couple of minutes. eyebrow slightly raising up, she tilts her head as she watches him with the kind of amused curiosity that could get under someone’s skin easily. “ you’re not making it very easy when you say things like ‘vibes aren’t important in the OR’, ” she takes a pause, setting down the cup with a soft clink, her arms mirroring his across her chest yet she doesn’t look as intimidating as he does. “ it’s giving … classic deflection, but i’m not judging. you can keep doing your whole ‘intimidating stoicism’ thing, it works for certain people. ” the teasing in her voice didn’t erase the truth tucked underneath it. it’s true ⸺ she was trying to read him, not intentionally at first, it just kind of happened and it’s not like it could be avoided, especially when she’d often work under his precise eye. “ maybe. or they’ll start quoting you like you’re a gospel, i’ll have mini yous following me around, ” her hand lowers at her hip height, trying to highlight the use of the word mini in her sentence. “ and by the way, ” she starts, suddenly deciding to wander back to the unanswered question that was just lingering in the air ; mostly already forgotten. “ if this was an analysis, i’d charge a consultation fee and include a written report. i’m a professional, ”
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leon waited patiently, allowed delaney the time that she needed to collect her thoughts. he wasn't in any sort of rush to get out of there or hear her answer. he was content with sitting there at the bar. it allowed him the time and space to decompress in an environment that had just enough noise to drown out the thoughts that plagued his mind. he liked stopping by every so often, it gave him exactly what he needed. he was surrounded by people who likely shared that sentiment, and it was comforting to know, even if he didn't typically strike up conversations with them. he tended to keep to himself, but he wasn't entirely opposed to small talk. he nodded in response to her statement, easily understanding where she was coming from. ❝ it can sneak up on you like that. you don't ever mean for it to happen, but that's what it does to you. sometimes, it just gets to be a lot, and before you know it … you're losing little parts of yourself. ❞ he recalled his first loss. he also remembered every single one that came after. he wasn't numb to it, he just knew how to carry himself in a public setting. to some, he might've seemed cold and distant, but in reality, he was just putting on a facade. he couldn't let it show that his career did get to him on occasion. ❝ perhaps it's a mixture of both, ❞ he suggested, offering her a warm smile. ❝ i suppose that in a way, yeah. that's exactly what we did agree to do. however, i think it's important to remember that we made it this far, and clearly, despite the bad days . . . it means the right decision was made. even on the days where you find yourself doubting it. ❞ even he'd fallen victim to those days. he just didn't like to talk about it. he preferred to just carry on. leon wasn't the type to want to get sentimental, didn't enjoy putting himself out there where he could easily be perceived by an observant individual. ❝ exactly, ❞ he agreed, a firm nod following the statement. ❝ to those lives, ❞ he replied. leon furrowed his brows at her words, head canting slightly. ❝ you don't need to thank me for that, ❞ he assured the woman. he knew what it was like to have people try and fix things. they just didn't understand that some things couldn't be fixed. or, rather, that not everyone was always seeking out a way to have things fixed. ❝ some things don't require fixing. sometimes … all you really need is someone who's been where you've been and can understand where you're coming from. i know what it feels like to just … want someone to listen to you and be there. y'know ? ❞
his question landed softer than she expected — not sharp, not invasive, just there, steady like the way he held eye contact and didn’t flinch. and it made something inside her ache a little. had she been feeling some other way about it lately? delaney didn’t answer right away. didn’t rush to fill the quiet between them with half-truths or rehearsed lines. instead, she let her fingers skate over the rim of her glass, her gaze drifting back to the grain in the table like maybe it could explain something she hadn’t been able to. “i don’t know if it’s different,” she said finally, the words slow and honest. “just... louder.” she paused. let that truth settle. “like the parts of it that used to feel noble don’t land the same. it’s still worth it. i know that. i do. but sometimes it feels like the job’s getting better at taking pieces without asking first.” her jaw tensed for a second before she unclenched it again — exhaling the tension like smoke. he reminded her of the kind of people she used to trust without second-guessing. before the long nights and moral gray zones blurred everything too deep to see straight. not naive. not saviors. just people who got it. when he said she had the spirit for it, something flickered behind her eyes. not doubt. just distance. “some days i don’t know if it’s spirit or stubbornness,” she said, lips tilting into something that could almost pass for a smile. “might just be too pissed off to quit.” his agreement — quiet and worn — felt heavier than any monologue. yeah, i know that feeling pretty well. she didn’t need more than that. didn’t want it, even. that was the thing about their kind — they didn’t spill until it bled. but they recognized the weight. they carried it in their eyes, their spines, their silences. “you ever think we all just agreed to live with a kind of grief we’re never gonna shake?” she asked, not expecting an answer this time either. she watched him call for another drink, and her own glass was half-forgotten between her hands — lukewarm now, condensation soaking into the worn wood beneath it. she didn’t care. the moment was quieter than the jukebox and somehow louder than the whole bar. “no handbook. no warning label. just trial by fire and whatever the hell’s left of us afterward.” she clinked her glass against his again, gentler this time — not a toast, but a pact. “to the ones we saved,” she repeated, voice rough at the edges, “and the ones who keep us up at night.” then, softer — almost an afterthought, but not really: “thanks for not trying to fix it.” her eyes met his, steady and unguarded now. “just… for being here.”
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❝ what's cute ? ❞ clara questioned, head canting slightly. she was even more lost now than she was a few moments ago. perhaps she wasn't as awake as she initially believed she was. either way, she'd already agreed to pick up the shift, so she knew she needed to pull herself together and be fully present for work. ❝ yeah, two years, ❞ she confirmed. the plan had always been kingsley, it just hadn't always been pediatrics. she didn't regret that decision, though. she shook her head in response to his query before taking a sip of her coffee. ❝ no, not always. i don't regret it, though. ultimately, i think i made the right choice to pick pediatrics. ❞ she listened as he spoke, giving him her undivided attention. ❝ yeah, i get it. my mom worked at kingsley, too. ❞ she kept her commentary to a minimum. she wasn't one to talk about her mother freely, not when those wounds were still healing even years later.
typically he was a good judge of character - and he was well aware his question would’ve caught her off guard. truthfully, he just wanted to admire the slightly confused, slightly embarrassed expression on her face. “cute.” initially that was supposed to be an inward thought, but it trickled out into the air between them as his intense oceanic orbs refused to deviate from her . . he didn’t interrupt, he just allowed her to speak. “two years?” he repeated, nodding his head . . “not quite a rookie, then?” he offered with a cheeky smirk. “you always wanted to work in this line of work, then?” there was no hidden agenda - or well, not really - to his small conversation. he was actually genuinely interested. “my mom and dad used to work at kingsley . . that’s why i enjoy coming here. nostalgic, y’know.” it wasn’t often he shared tidbits of his life with strangers - yet here he was.
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while she knew she should've taken advice to be more healthy, she figured she'd do it further down the road. maybe once she had a few more years under her belt. ❝ sour ones, ❞ she decided quickly. ❝ i just think they're so much better. ❞ she had always enjoyed sour candy, for as long as she could remember. ❝ thank you. ❞ she appreciated the small act of kindness, it was just what she needed in that moment. ❝ my favorite flavor ? i know a lot of people say it, and maybe it's a little basic, but i've gotta give it to blue raspberry. you know ? it just … never seems to disappoint me. ❞
no matter how much they were told to eat properly and look after themselves, when things get hectic — and it’s expected — the vending machine is everyone’s instant best friend for that quick pick-me-up. “ plain gummies or sour ones? ” yohan asks, tapping clara’s preference right after. “ i was gonna ask you to give it a good smack, but i guess it’s not necessary for the bottom rack, huh? ” he picks up the bag of candy from the grab box and hands it to clara. “ what’s your favorite flavor if you have any? ” yohan gestures at the bag of gummies before tearing open and taking a bite of the protein bar.
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with some of the horror stories that she'd heard from colleagues outside of the pediatrics unit, she continued to be more and more grateful that she'd opted for the career that she did. sure, she occasionally had to deal with older kids, but none of them questioned her abilities as a nurse. if they did, she would probably be slightly insulted. though, she imagined it was much more frustrating coming from a fully - grown adult who should've had the common sense to understand that social media, while entertaining to most, was not a reliable source of information. nor were the individuals on there implanting ideas into other people's heads medical professionals. ❝ i can only imagine, ❞ she sympathized. her brows furrowed, a soft laugh passing through slightly parted brims. ❝ he said his appendix was screaming at him ? ❞ she questioned, amused. they had such different experiences across their days, clara wondered what it would be like living in nia's shoes for just one day. ❝ oh, i wouldn't say my days are all that normal, ❞ she told nia, snorting at the idea. she had her own fair share of obscure work days. she'd also had to deal with some very peculiar parents of her patients. she could easily fill up countless notebooks recounting those encounters.
she always told herself that this was a full package ⸺ the entire medicine and patients that apparently knew better than a doctor who dedicated their life to learn about how to save their lives, she quickly learned to just brush it off, not give a second thought to tik tok being a confirmed source of informations. “ trust me, the things i’ve heard in exam rooms would make most people rethink ever going into medicine … ever, ” she makes sure her last word is dramatically exaggerated, her eyes dead serious for a split second. the blonde relaxes in her chair, trying to keep at the back of her head that she’s still waiting for her order, knowing that she can easily get carried away in a conversation. “ like, once i had a guy telling me that his appendix is screaming at him. at this point you just have to nod and carry on with the ct, ” it’s like she could go on and on about the different kind of stories but clara would probably know about most of them anyways ; or at least nia assumed so, even though she found it amusing how the one place she keeps running into her is this cafe and not their workplace. “ it’s comforting to know at least one of us has a normal day at work, ”
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she was just trying to make her day a little less terrible, wanted to see if a little bit of time spent at the bar could cheer her up. so far, she wasn't making any progress, but she was too stubborn to give up. she would do what she could to improve her day. she spared dom a quick glance before redirecting her attention to the glass in front of her. a faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips at his question. once again, she turned to face him. the question was fair, even if she didn't want to answer it. ❝ if i lied and told you that i didn't, i doubt you'd believe me anyways. it's just how i decompress sometimes. ❞
it wasn’t uncommon for dom to end his night with a drink, just one during the week to celebrate the small victory of his shift coming to an end. he walked in and made eye contact with the bartender before they began working on his usual jack and coke — maybe he came here a bit. he pretended not to notice as he approached one of the empty barstools, a smile forming on his lips as the offer to join her arose. “biting is the least of my worries.” he told her playfully, using the moment to quickly let his eyes wonder over her appearance. “do you always bring work to the bar with you or is this a special occasion?”
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she wouldn't have extended an invitation if she wasn't being mostly sincere in her offer. she wasn't entirely opposed to company at the moment, hence the reason she initially spoke up. she wouldn't have been offended if the blonde opted to decline her offer, either. really, it was entirely up to nia to decide. janelle snorted at the words that left the girl's mouth, eyes drifting up to her for a moment. ❝ well, the night is still young, ❞ she remarked teasingly. she gave a slight nod of the head as nia elected to join her before returning her attention to her notebook. she had every intention of continuing what she was doing, until nia broke the silence that had settled between them. lips pursed and she lifted her gaze once again. ❝ yeah, kind of. you know how it is, though. we didn't choose these jobs for the monotony. ❞
nia didn’t sit right away, as the voice caught her attention and she could feel her cheeks flushing ⸺ she hovered, just for a second, like she wasn’t sure if she the invitation is genuine or is she going to end up interrupting. yet maybe it was when she caught her glance that helped her doubts spread away. “ that’s what they all say, right before they start biting, ” she teases gently yet takes the mentioned spot, setting her own drink down ⸺ something that’s very pink and bubbly and the bright colour would probably concern many. she can’t help but notice the notebook, yet right within two seconds it moves back to janelle, brow arching up, slightly intrigued. “ now, not to judge but that page looks like you definitely had a day, ” nia points out, but her voice remains light, leaving the door open ; just in case.
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she knew that when she'd entered those doors, she was in need of a distraction. she'd had the day from hell, and she could use a little bit of forgetting. was that so wrong ? she didn't think so. it wasn't something janelle did often, it was only on the worst of days. she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised to see dorian. he probably had just as shitty of a day as she did, which would make sense given the fact they worked together and had seen pretty much all of the same things. she squinted at the male, not at all astonished by his sheer audacity to touch her notebook. who did he think he was ? ❝ well, you sure do have a knack for pointing out the obvious, hmm ? ❞ she questioned, plastering a faux smile onto her lips. she was still trying to recount the day. after everything that'd happened, it was all sort of jumbled together in a giant mess. she was slowly pulling memories out piece by piece. ❝ and tell me, dorian … what exactly makes you think that i'm looking for a co - author on my notes ? ❞ she questioned, head canting slightly before she made a dramatic display of closing the notebook and capping her pen.
dorian wandered through whisper & poison, drink in hand as if he were looking for a place to be. really, he was just trying to forget about his day. he wanted to be able to just get out of his own head and breathe for a while. albeit, doing that at a bar that might have themed drinks based on his workplace was probably not the smartest of choices but it was the one he was making right then. so that was where he was at. and then, he spotted janelle. he might have hovered slightly for a moment before taking a seat, eyebrows raised at her comment before he cleared his throat, putting his own drink down on the table and leaning across the table to tap the notebook she was using with one of his hands. “i think you missed a spot, there's a whole blank section here. you really could put some more notes.” it was somewhere between a jab and a joke, banter really as he glanced back at her, using his other hand to pick up his drink and take a sip. shaking his head as he continued, “i can help you with some worthy ideas if you need something to fill in the gaps.”
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❝ you sure about that ? ❞ he questioned, a little skeptical. he didn't often express concern for people he worked with, but he'd been relatively close to devi, and he wanted to ensure that she was okay. he hadn't meant to frighten her, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about doing exactly that. he chuckled at her teasing words, head shaking in amusement. ❝ if that were the case, we'd most certainly be robots, ❞ he told her. he was still pretty positive robots were far from capable of being reliable doctors, even if people were convinced the robot takeover was in the near future. their jobs were demanding, but any person with reasonable levels of intelligence would know that doctors were not capable of being level - headed and ready to jump into action at every hour of the day. ❝ it would be nice if it worked like that, hmm ? ❞ most days he was lucky if he remembered to eat more than a few bites of food. ❝ i suppose that's something only tomorrow can tell. as long as you're doing your best, that's all that matters. yeah ? ❞
❝ i'm okay ! promise ! ❞ devi swore up - and - down. leon's concern was clear , but she thought he had no reason to be. he hadn't even snuck up on her ; she merely wasn't paying attention. the hand on her chest moved to play with the necklace charm that rested on her sternum ; something to channel some of her apparent nervous energy. ❝ oh , have we ? ❞ she feigned ignorance with a smirk. ❝ thought doctors were supposed to be level - headed , clear - minded twenty - four seven. we weren't allowed off days , ❞ she hummed as she turned her attention back to the menu. she loved her job , but she was no stranger at poking fun at the lifestyle. ❝ save lives and still remember to eat , somehow. ❞ her head shook , as if disappointed with herself. she chuckled , whatever facade quickly fading. ❝ maybe tomorrow i'll do better. doubt it , but who knows … ❞
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it didn't bother her that there was a strong likelihood that nobody else had picked up on just how horrible her day had been. if anything, she preferred to keep it that way. she wasn't the type to bring her emotional baggage to work with her. she could compartmentalize until she was finished with her shift. most of the time, she was even able to make it all the way back home before any potential break downs. she wasn't sure what it was about this particular day that'd sent her over the edge. ❝ that's probably a good thing, though, ❞ she said, laughing. she didn't need her coworkers feeling like they needed to treat her differently. clara didn't want to be treated as if she were fragile. ❝ you're right. they should get to just be kids, ❞ she agreed, nodding. unfortunately, she wasn't oblivious to the reality that not all kids got the privilege of getting to experience a care-free childhood. she wished that wasn't the case. it pained her to know of the suffering in the world, but she did what she could to maintain a cheerful demeanor. she was supposed to be a positive source of energy for kids, and that was what she strived to be every single day she walked into that building. she smiled, she went through the motions. she did whatever she had to do to brighten the days of her patients. even on her worst days, she still made sure she didn't allow it to impact her work. she had to maintain a certain level of professionalism, and she thought she did a pretty damn good job of doing exactly that. she appreciated the extra effort they were taking out of their day to spend time with her, to attempt to cheer her up. her nose scrunched slightly before she shook her head in response. ❝ mm they're definitely not my favorite, ❞ she confessed. ❝ you got anything else to offer me instead pax ? ❞
❝ probably not , ❞ pax repeated the sentiment. it was probably a universally acknowledged truth that no one wanted to be caught having a bad day , at least if they were clearly trying to hide it. he could tell clara was trying to uphold her sense of normalcy throughout the day. he couldn't point out anything specifically she may have done that was a telltale sign , but he swore he saw glimpses of her being ever so slightly off - kilter. they wouldn't likely have acted much on it until they walked up to clara's car. they couldn't simply turn away after seeing what they saw. sitting in the passenger seat , he continued to sort through the stickers in his hands. a few clumsily fell , but he made no immediate effort to pick them up. ( let them be extra surprises for clara to find on her next less - than - perfect day. ) they smiled as she accepted the sticker. ❝ nah … kids are too innocent to have to even know what being functional means … they should just get to be kids , ❞ he mused. it was one of the many reasons he kept such a constant supply of stickers. working in pediatrics wasn't always easy. sicks kids didn't get�� to just be kids , especially when they were long - term patients. after a while , the light behind their eyes begun to fade. something like stickers was sometimes enough to re - light a spark. even the older kids or teenagers would reluctantly smile when paxton would offer them a sticker. it didn't matter if they acted too cool , he kept such a variety that he was certain to find at least one that made someone chuckle at the very least. ❝ you deserve a funnier one , too , ❞ they mumbled as they laid out some of the stickers onto their lap. ❝ i forget … how do you feel about poop jokes ??? ❞
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her brows furrowed in confusion, lips pursing slightly. she felt like she was missing something, but she didn't know what it was. maybe she was off of her game that day. she blinked upon hearing his question, a surprised laugh escaping her lips. ❝ um . . . i guess ? ❞ she half - asked, half - answered. the question had thrown her off, she was a bit stumped, and she was fairly positive that that much was obvious. clara nodded at his words, a soft exhale escaping her lips. ❝ well, thank you. that's . . . really kind of you to say. ❞ only, she had no interest in packing her schedule outside of work. the very idea of doing that was stress - inducing for her. ❝ thanks, ❞ she said, offering him a small smile. she appreciated the gesture. she got comfortable in her seat, taking a few moments to consider a response to his question. ❝ i've worked at kingsley for two years. ❞ it was where her mother worked, and it was where she ultimately decided to work as well. it was one of the ways she was still able to feel close to her. hence the reason she even picked the same field as her mom.
“damn.” he sighed, peering up towards the ceiling like he had just been fed some awful news. “there i thought i was making a head-start on my day.” being a flirt was almost an innate thing for jett . . he generally flirted with any female he came into contact with - respectfully - of course. the level of said flirtation definitely heightened and fell depending on how interested in the other he was. “you like funny dudes?” straight to the point, i guess. “don’t go selling your helping hand short, now. admirable trait to have . . especially a pretty lady like yourself. m’sure you could fill your schedule easily outside of work.” at least you would always know where you stood with jett maddox. lacking a filter in every capacity would, however, be the death of him one day. grabbing a few napkins as well as both of their coffee’s; he nodded towards an empty table nearby - silent request that she join upon her suggestion. “here ya’ go.” setting their beverages on the table quickly so he had a free hand to pull her chair out for her. “tell me about kingsley, then. how long you been in the field?”
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the mind of jett maddox was extremely perplexing to the male. he couldn't fathom how someone like him could even exist, let alone be allowed in the field of medicine. he never let his ego dictate him, even if it would've been an easy thing to do. ❝ i'm not really looking for any life advice or compliments from someone who can't even hold down a job without getting suspended, ❞ leon stated, not masking the snarky hint to tone. ❝ i know it's probably difficult to fathom how that's a possibility, but not being a dick does wonders for one's social life, ❞ he said, shrugging. leon rolled his eyes at the other's words, not bothering to dignify his ‘ rain check ’ comment with a response. he felt a sense of relief when the other went off in the other direction, making no effort to go pursue him. he was more content with carrying on with his day as if nothing had happened.
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having a knack for saving people’s lives wasn’t the only ability he was blessed with; he also had a thing for ruining people’s lives, also. one way or another. a true juxtaposition of a man. to leon? he already knew he was a real bane in his - a thorn in the side, if you will and boy did jett play on that. “look, god complexes are earned . . otherwise you just look like an ass. so take mine as a compliment as i’ll take that as a compliment. thanks man.” giving him a playful slap against the arm; shit-eating smirk firmly in place. “fully booked? . . you’re telling me you actually have a social life outside this place? wow. you could’a fooled me.” shaking his head with feigned disappointment, he put one earbud from his earphones back into his ear. “rain-check?” he punctuated with a wink before jogging off back in the direction he came.
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she didn't mind having company. she couldn't promise to be the most attentive patron at the bar, but she could manage a bit of small talk. she turned to face the other for a moment, head shaking slightly. ❝ no, that's alright. i'm still trying to finish off this one, ❞ she told the other, gesturing to her still half - full glass.
"Right. Thank you." Annie only hesitated for a moment more before she took the seat next to Janelle, her uncertainty replaced with a smile as she gestured to the bartender to come over. As she waited she took a second to take in who was beside her.
"Can I get you a drink?"
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realistically, she knew what she'd signed up for all those years ago when she chose to pursue a career in the medical field. she'd heard her mother talking about it, could recall the crazy hours her mom had worked. she just didn't experience that fully until she actually became a nurse and began working those obscure hours. clara chuckled lowly, somewhat recalling hearing that somewhere. she just didn't remember where she'd heard it. ❝ i mean, i totally relate to the sentiment, but i definitely don't think it'd be wise in practice, ❞ she joked. she knew what it was like to be exhausted to that extent, though. it certainly would be helpful on those long shifts that felt never - ending. it was nice to make jokes, to laugh with someone who knew just how tiring a job within a hospital could be. ❝ at least it keeps us busy, right ? ❞ she reasoned, shrugging. for someone like herself, she didn't find much enjoyment in being still for hours on end. it was why she'd never survive some sort of office job. she was meant to be on the move. at least, that was how she felt about it all. ❝ i don't know about you, but i would probably lose my mind if we were stuck here with nothing to do at all. ❞ she'd take the chaos of it all over silence and being forced to be alone with her thoughts. she definitely needed an occasional break, but she liked the fast - paced nature of their work. she knew she wasn't wrong, but it was nice to hear gemma agree. ❝ plus, i bet if we did try to leave, some completely obscure emergency would happen and it'd just be a whole debacle, ❞ she told her with a laugh. in reality, she was entirely convinced that it would happen. ❝ i'm sure we'll find something that's acceptable enough to get us through the next few hours. ❞
gemma knew that every day was different in her career. sometime she was working with her own patients, sometime she had to cover for another doctor. sometimes there were emergencies that took precedent. there was no day in a hospital that looked quite like another, even if she wasn't a surgeon she had every bit of training that could be used just in case something might need it. she loved her job. gemma was always looking at everything that she might need to know just in case. it was something – she loved learning. “sometimes i think we need…what's that quote from that one show? coffee in an iv? it wouldn't even be a good idea, but it might be helpful to not run out of steam.” obviously, gemma was joking but it was just a funny concept to think about. realistically, though, it was something she would never do. the jokes however? they practically wrote themselves. “yeah, it's always a bit busy when it comes time for these sorts of days.” gemma let out a small laugh, shaking her head. she didn't quite know how she did it most days. a lot of them were spent with her eyes on the buzzer, wondering when it could go off. or if it would go off. she had a lot of ideas about it, but there were always days when it didn't go and some days when it didn't stop. “unfortunately you're not wrong.” she said with a slight shrug of her shoulders, her hands putting the buzzer back attached to the pocket of her coat with a nod of her head. she knew that they stood a better chance staying on property, but the odds of finding good coffee was sub par. not that gemma was bound finish whatever cup she got – she was often interrupted and never able to finish the cups she purchased. “let's just head down to the caf and see what we can scrounge up.”
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nia was someone she saw regularly, but clara didn't know that much about her in hindsight. they just had coffee together, but she didn't mind. it was nice to have a coffee companion of sorts. she still found it slightly strange that she never did manage to catch the other within the halls of the hospital, but she didn't question it too much. she laughed at the teasing words that left nia's lips, head shaking in amusement. ❝ no, no, definitely not, ❞ she assured her. the idea was entertaining, but incredibly far - fetched. clara just spent so much time there because she was reliant on her caffeine and it was the little thing she treated herself to before each shift. it was a routine of sorts for her, one she looked forward to. it was a small window of peace she was guaranteed to have before each shift. she couldn't help but laugh once more at the next words that left nia's mouth, brows arching curiously. what sort of patients was she encountering ? perhaps it was better she didn't know, now that she really thought about it. ❝ i don't know what i'd do if any of my patients said that to me. i cannot believe you've heard that one before. ❞
a bright and maybe a little too wide smile, almost like she was relieved that clara wasn’t actually held hostage in the cafe, even though the thought was surreal to even think of. with a soft giggle, she leans back slightly in her chair, hands wrapped around the lukewarm paper cup. “ thank god, ” she answers with a mock sigh, her eyes sparkling. talking to clara felt comfortable ⸺ they weren’t anything close to best friends, more like coffee pals, their conversations never leaving outside this place yet what started off as a surface talk, each time they saw each other the five minutes would turn into hours and each meet up helped them get to know each other more, partly making nia wish she could steal her to lexington. “ i was starting to worry it’s either the harry potter esque or they’re making you pull a cinderella after hours, ” her tone is teaseful, her eyes almost sparkling even more as she continues to joke. “ i get it, i think dizzie puts something in her coffee because for some reason, it’s only the one she makes that doesn’t make me want to go back and throw resignation papers after i deal with another patient who thinks tik tok is a second opinion, ”
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the only thing he could ever truly rely on, was the unpredictability of his schedule. he supposed that was at least something. it was the reason why he never could seem to fully commit to any sort of plans, especially when he was on call. outside of work, he did most of his socializing via text messages and the occasional face time call. he didn't enjoy disappointing people, hence the reason he opted to not commit to plans unless he was certain he had a few hours where he was confident that he wouldn't get interrupted. those days didn't come often, he always appreciated it when they did come, though. he found the idea of fallon taking just a little bit of time out of her day to snap pictures for him both endearing and amusing. had the tables been turned, he would've done the same thing for her. ❝ sounds great to me, ❞ he told her, flashing her a small grin. he, of course, didn't really know what to expect. wasn't sure if he actually believed she'd go and take pictures, but he liked to believe that she would. she seemed kind to him, the type of person who was considerate and would take the time out of her day to do a small act of kindness for someone else. most days, it felt like he walked into work when the sun was still rising and leaving it after it'd already set. still, even despite all of that, nothing could ever make leon regret his decision to become a neurosurgeon. the sacrifice of a standard schedule was worthy of paying when it meant he could save lives. leon nodded in agreement upon hearing her words, certain that he could most definitely benefit from an energy boost. ❝ i'll never turn down some extra energy, ❞ he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. he didn't know any doctor who would, actually. ❝ getting out of these walls for a little while sounds like the perfect plan to me. i couldn't agree more, actually. ❞ he turned to move, an arm gesturing outwards as if to say , ‘ after you. ’ to the blonde. he was eager to get out of there, to enjoy a few hours of daylight and peace outside of the hospital's walls. the company he'd have was just an added bonus. ❝ come on, lunch is on me today. ❞
fallon knew that everything was so ever-changing in the life of a surgeon, even in the nurses and technicians that worked in the hospital. she didn't always tend to make many plans with her friends within these walls for that reason. things happened that needed immediate or urgent attention, and she knew that they would get pushed up the list. while she had her own job to attend to, it was never as pressing or life saving as that – even if on some days it certainly felt like the phone calls could be given the nature of some of them. “well, i promise if i see anything in nature that warrants good photographing, you'll be the first i send it to,” fallon nodded her head, “how does that sound?” she might still be teasing, but she wasn't entirely certain if she really was anymore. it all felt a bit like she was telling the truth. and maybe she would go outside and find something entirely stupid in nature to take a photo of. where was a pizza rat going to be when she needed one? she hoped that she could at least find something entertaining to keep up this sort of funny gag. if not, then it would just have to be some sort of sunset picture that wouldn't be nearly as funny or entertaining. but it would have to do. she often wondered what it was like spending all your time in an operating room, and had been inside of a few for some promotional things for the hospital over the years but never during a surgery. that was always something she had never been privy to, nor did she really want to be. even though she had studied to be a nurse, it was never the inside of an operating room that had been where she wanted to be. “it will probably help us energize a bit for the rest of our shifts, too.” she replied with a smile. though she didn't know how she was going to make it through what felt like a whole laundry list of calls to make, and things to do. she would likely have to delegate to someone else or just stay later than she expected to do. “getting out and walking around is always better than trying to stick to these hospital walls.”
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