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Jul. 5th, 2010 06:05 pm
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Jul. 4th, 2010 01:50 pmAnyone know if the hospital Accounts department has a cute chick cashier, preferrably not married or a lesbian? I think I need to sweet talk my way into a generous payment plan.
[Follows episode 1x12 "Down to the Bone"]
LINK: Where Chris does what he does best, and pulls the piss out of Eva yet again... with a hint of D&M added for good measure
LINK: Where Chris does what he does best, and pulls the piss out of Eva yet again... with a hint of D&M added for good measure
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Jun. 27th, 2010 03:35 pmYou made me have a wet dream. That's dirty tricks, missy.
I need new pants.
I need new pants.
[Follows Miami Medical 1x12 "Down to the Bone" | Spoiler heavy]
Chris couldn't believe the week he was having, he really couldn't. It was like if he had to describe a bad week to someone and took a little artistic licence in his description, this would be it. Only, there was no artistic licence, it had all really happened to him. It just seemed surreal that when he was leaving the hospital after his ridiculously long shift, pushing forty hours, that Proctor actually called Chris his friend. It kind of made up for all the shit. Well, that, and his patient thanking him for scaling down the sink hole to save his life. Sometimes life really could just shit all over you from great heights, but it was the little things that just made what he did worth it. Now he was sitting sprawled on Serena's sofa, his injured hand nursed against his chest as he rested his head back, eyes closed. He wasn't asleep, even though he really, really wanted to be. But after being up so long, he wanted to try and push through until at least an early bed time so he could attempt to get his body clock back into some regular time. If he went to bed now, he would be awake again at two am, and it would be a vicious cycle.
( She had called him when he was just leaving work, telling him to go to her place so she could cook him dinner... )
Word Count | 4,427
Chris couldn't believe the week he was having, he really couldn't. It was like if he had to describe a bad week to someone and took a little artistic licence in his description, this would be it. Only, there was no artistic licence, it had all really happened to him. It just seemed surreal that when he was leaving the hospital after his ridiculously long shift, pushing forty hours, that Proctor actually called Chris his friend. It kind of made up for all the shit. Well, that, and his patient thanking him for scaling down the sink hole to save his life. Sometimes life really could just shit all over you from great heights, but it was the little things that just made what he did worth it. Now he was sitting sprawled on Serena's sofa, his injured hand nursed against his chest as he rested his head back, eyes closed. He wasn't asleep, even though he really, really wanted to be. But after being up so long, he wanted to try and push through until at least an early bed time so he could attempt to get his body clock back into some regular time. If he went to bed now, he would be awake again at two am, and it would be a vicious cycle.
( She had called him when he was just leaving work, telling him to go to her place so she could cook him dinner... )
Word Count | 4,427
RP LOG with cutandlearn | Snuggle FTW
Jun. 25th, 2010 05:59 pm[Follows THIS and THIS]
Serena had gotten home from work and was surprised to still find Chris there. She knew she'd asked him to stay, but a small part of her had half-expected him to leave and go back home to his place. It was ironic that she was repeating Aimee's doubts about Dave. But where that was a new relationship and the doubts were maybe founded, Serena and Chris were getting to be old hands at the relationship thing. The snuggling was just something that had fallen by the wayside, and another part of her conversation with Aimee that was echoing through Serena's mind.
She had crawled into the bed with Chris and after a few very nice welcome home kisses they'd settled into a close and easy embrace while watching an old movie. Serena brushed her fingers against the back of his hand, smiling to herself at the feel of Chris warm and wrapped around her. It had taken a little while for them to get comfortable once he admitted to the twinge in his back, and even though Serena had offered her massage skills, he'd turned her down and they'd just gone with the movie. Right now she wasn't actually regretting the decision even if she was still worried about him. "You okay," she asked him quietly.
"Uh-huh," Chris replied, even if he was suspecting for a minute that if he tried to move, it would be impossible. He also wasn't going to admit to be being comfortable enough throughout the movie that he had fallen asleep probably about a third of the way in and it was the music of the ending credits that snapped him back to consciousness. Now, he still wasn't ready to move, which was the better option if his back had suddenly decided that making him feel like a geriatic again was a good idea. His head was resting against her chest and he looked down at their linked hands. He had admitted to Dave that he had just wanted to chill out with Serena earlier in the day, but it had been impossible due to that inconvenient thing called a twelve hour shift. Chris' day hadn't involved much more than Nutella for breakfast, a sleep, celery and peanut butter for lunch, and then another sleep. Maybe he really did need it, or he was just plain bored. He had never thrown a sickie before, and even though his movement had been somewhat limited, he basically was screwed to anything else and it was hard without anyone to entertain him. He had told Dave he hadn't felt like sex, but that didn't mean he didn't want company. And the sex thing was only because he really hadn't wanted to sound unsexy because he had sore bits. "You?"
( Serena hummed as she nodded a little and looked down at him as she started to brush her fingers through his hair... )
Word Count | 3,527
Serena had gotten home from work and was surprised to still find Chris there. She knew she'd asked him to stay, but a small part of her had half-expected him to leave and go back home to his place. It was ironic that she was repeating Aimee's doubts about Dave. But where that was a new relationship and the doubts were maybe founded, Serena and Chris were getting to be old hands at the relationship thing. The snuggling was just something that had fallen by the wayside, and another part of her conversation with Aimee that was echoing through Serena's mind.
She had crawled into the bed with Chris and after a few very nice welcome home kisses they'd settled into a close and easy embrace while watching an old movie. Serena brushed her fingers against the back of his hand, smiling to herself at the feel of Chris warm and wrapped around her. It had taken a little while for them to get comfortable once he admitted to the twinge in his back, and even though Serena had offered her massage skills, he'd turned her down and they'd just gone with the movie. Right now she wasn't actually regretting the decision even if she was still worried about him. "You okay," she asked him quietly.
"Uh-huh," Chris replied, even if he was suspecting for a minute that if he tried to move, it would be impossible. He also wasn't going to admit to be being comfortable enough throughout the movie that he had fallen asleep probably about a third of the way in and it was the music of the ending credits that snapped him back to consciousness. Now, he still wasn't ready to move, which was the better option if his back had suddenly decided that making him feel like a geriatic again was a good idea. His head was resting against her chest and he looked down at their linked hands. He had admitted to Dave that he had just wanted to chill out with Serena earlier in the day, but it had been impossible due to that inconvenient thing called a twelve hour shift. Chris' day hadn't involved much more than Nutella for breakfast, a sleep, celery and peanut butter for lunch, and then another sleep. Maybe he really did need it, or he was just plain bored. He had never thrown a sickie before, and even though his movement had been somewhat limited, he basically was screwed to anything else and it was hard without anyone to entertain him. He had told Dave he hadn't felt like sex, but that didn't mean he didn't want company. And the sex thing was only because he really hadn't wanted to sound unsexy because he had sore bits. "You?"
( Serena hummed as she nodded a little and looked down at him as she started to brush her fingers through his hair... )
Word Count | 3,527
[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS and THIS]
Chris didn't know why he was so surprised that he had a raging headache. It was like he hadn't realised it was even there until it was suddenly feeling like he had walked up to the nearest wall and slammed his head into it a few times for fun. Ironically, that was exactly how he often felt after dealing with his brother; this time, the wall was just the Great Wall of China, and that would be a metaphor for Proctor to be proud of. Chris wouldn't profess to have reacted soundly earlier that evening. He knew he hadn't, and he knew he had been selfish in ignoring phone calls and text, selfish in deciding to call in sick for his shift the next day. It just got to a point where he needed to be alone, he needed to have a small window of time to himself to take the news and just feel it. It seemed weird. Most people would want to run from something like this, and it probably seemed like he was running away and hiding.
( He wasn't. In fact, he was taking the bull by the horns and tackling it face on. That was how he dealt with everything in life, why would this be any different? )
Word Count | 4,051
Chris didn't know why he was so surprised that he had a raging headache. It was like he hadn't realised it was even there until it was suddenly feeling like he had walked up to the nearest wall and slammed his head into it a few times for fun. Ironically, that was exactly how he often felt after dealing with his brother; this time, the wall was just the Great Wall of China, and that would be a metaphor for Proctor to be proud of. Chris wouldn't profess to have reacted soundly earlier that evening. He knew he hadn't, and he knew he had been selfish in ignoring phone calls and text, selfish in deciding to call in sick for his shift the next day. It just got to a point where he needed to be alone, he needed to have a small window of time to himself to take the news and just feel it. It seemed weird. Most people would want to run from something like this, and it probably seemed like he was running away and hiding.
( He wasn't. In fact, he was taking the bull by the horns and tackling it face on. That was how he dealt with everything in life, why would this be any different? )
Word Count | 4,051
[Follows episode 1x11 "Time of Death" | Spoiler heavy]
The elevator ride seemed dizzying as Chris rode it back down to MT1 from the helipad. Eva's words rung in his head, and walking away probably wasn't the right way to deal with it, but if he had stood there, it would have opened a can of worms he suddenly didn't have the capacity to deal with. He was completely and 100% honest when he said a heart belonged in the chest under a ribcage; it was an analogy he had always lived by. Really didn't have much of a choice after what he had been through over the years.
And now this? Seriously? This, no more than two minutes after Rick had been standing there in his presence.
The doctors' room was dark and deserted by the time Chris stormed into it. He didn't bother stopping to turn the light on, he just went straight to his locker, fumbled with the key in the lock and then flung it open with such force, the door slammed loudly into the locker beside it. The noise dragged him back to reality a little and he smacked his hand against the edge of the locker, before leaning on it, dropping his head and scrunching his face up as he once again let Eva's words trickle through his mind. It felt like some sort of sick fucking joke, but surely Rick and Eva wouldn't stoop that low to get under his skin. He couldn't be sure about Rick, he didn't know his brother that well, but Eva never would and... Chris has seen the MRI of kidneys, riddled with cancer and it slotted into place in his mind. He cupped his hand over his forehead, shaking his head in disbelief before he just grabbed his backpack out and started randomly shoving items into it to take home. He wasn't going to stop and change, he just wanted to get the hell out of the place. He needed to be as far away from the hospital as a he could, preferrably with a stiff drink in his hand.
( Serena had heard the slam of the locker from out in the hall where she'd been talking to one of the nurses about a patient... )
Word Count | 3,750
The elevator ride seemed dizzying as Chris rode it back down to MT1 from the helipad. Eva's words rung in his head, and walking away probably wasn't the right way to deal with it, but if he had stood there, it would have opened a can of worms he suddenly didn't have the capacity to deal with. He was completely and 100% honest when he said a heart belonged in the chest under a ribcage; it was an analogy he had always lived by. Really didn't have much of a choice after what he had been through over the years.
And now this? Seriously? This, no more than two minutes after Rick had been standing there in his presence.
The doctors' room was dark and deserted by the time Chris stormed into it. He didn't bother stopping to turn the light on, he just went straight to his locker, fumbled with the key in the lock and then flung it open with such force, the door slammed loudly into the locker beside it. The noise dragged him back to reality a little and he smacked his hand against the edge of the locker, before leaning on it, dropping his head and scrunching his face up as he once again let Eva's words trickle through his mind. It felt like some sort of sick fucking joke, but surely Rick and Eva wouldn't stoop that low to get under his skin. He couldn't be sure about Rick, he didn't know his brother that well, but Eva never would and... Chris has seen the MRI of kidneys, riddled with cancer and it slotted into place in his mind. He cupped his hand over his forehead, shaking his head in disbelief before he just grabbed his backpack out and started randomly shoving items into it to take home. He wasn't going to stop and change, he just wanted to get the hell out of the place. He needed to be as far away from the hospital as a he could, preferrably with a stiff drink in his hand.
( Serena had heard the slam of the locker from out in the hall where she'd been talking to one of the nurses about a patient... )
Word Count | 3,750
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musebysentence | 80.20. Mark Twain quote
Jun. 19th, 2010 04:43 pm"Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary."
LINK: After standing there and looking at Eva numbly for what felt like hours, all Chris could do once the words sunk in was just... walk away.
LINK: After standing there and looking at Eva numbly for what felt like hours, all Chris could do once the words sunk in was just... walk away.
Who the hell is afraid of lobsters?
