Post by Amélie Grey on Feb 1, 2007 6:37:14 GMT -5
The entrance hall to the pathology building was empty, save for the receptionist who was gossiping on the phone.
Amélie walked up to the reception desk.
The receptionist covered the receiver. "Yes?"
"Hi, could you tell me if Dr. Dorrian is busy?" she said, smiling to try to offset the fact that she was interrupting the receptionist's phone conversation.
The receptionist threw her a dark look before reminding herself that she was supposed to be helpful and plastering a smile on her face. "He'll be finished soon. I can page him when he's finished."
"Thank you," Amélie smiled frostily, before sitting down on one of the seats.
She picked up a magazine, wondering why there were magazines in the reception to a pathology building. If you were in here, it was probably likely that reading things was the last thing on your mind.
"Oh, my God, she didn't!" the receptionist squeaked into her phone. "No way!"
There was a pause, presumably where the other person confirmed this.
"Oh, my God! Well I never!"
Amélie rolled her eyes and looked on the table for some intelligent reading material, ignoring the high pitched squeaks coming from the desk. As she suspected, there was only trashy celebrity magazines on the coffee table. Well, and a home decorating one, to be fair.
She took out her little well-worn pocket book of medicine, the one that all of the interns carried around with them. It was invaluable, an absolute staple in their lives. She'd memorised as much of it as she could, and she was getting to work on the stuff that she didn't know at the snap of a finger.
Which is what needs to happen in a hospital. You have to have the answers as soon as the questions arose.
The receptionist clicked her tongue. "Okay, well, bye bye." She hung up and eyed Amélie with interest. "Are you an intern?"
Amélie looked up from her book. "Sorry?"
"Are you an intern?" the receptionist grinned.
Amélie looked at the receptionist. She had curly brown hair with green eyes and a Southern accent, and she looked about twenty-seven. "Yes," she answered.
"That must be really exciting."
Amélie laughed. "Well, you certainly couldn't call it boring."
The conversation drifted away and Amélie returned to memorising the names of a few drugs and what they did.
"You're here to see Lucas, aren't you?" the receptionist said, trying to make another attempt at conversation.
Amélie looked up again wearily. "Yes," she said.
"Don't you think he's gorgeous?"
Amélie frowned, confused. "Pardon?"
"In a very rugged sort of way of course," the receptionist said dreamily. "All of the women in this section have crushes on him. He has a girlfriend though."
Amélie nodded, an amused smile on her face, trying not to laugh.
"Anyway," the receptionist said, smiling. "I'm Mel."
"Amélie," she smiled back.
"Oh, is that foreign?" Mel said excitedly.
"Yes, French," Amélie said, giving up on learning from her book.
"Oooooh! You're French?"
"Yes..."
"I thought I heard a French accent!"
Amélie laughed to herself. Mel was very annoying, but rather amusing.
"Where in France are you from?"
"Paris."
"Oh my gosh! Paris! Wow!" she said, amazed. "And what is St. Meredith's like compared to Paris?"
Amélie laughed. "Quiet."
"It must have been a huge adjustment."
"It was," she said. "It's almost too quiet here, if that's possible."
"Oh I know what you mean. So why did you move out here?" she asked curiously.
"Oh... well, I wanted to move out of France, so I went to university at Oxford, then I applied to St. Meredith's because my dad came from Seattle," Amélie said cautiously, shivering at the mention of her dad.
"Well, I'll be," Mel said. "How long have you been here for?"
"Almost a year," she answered.
"Oh, so you're still settling down then. I must say, your American is great."
Amélie raised her eyebrows, but made no comment on the 'American'. "Thank you."
"Well, anywho - Lucas! There you are!" Mel said, lighting up. "You have a visitor."
Lucas looked over at Amélie. "Oh, hey," he said warmly. "I'll be with you in a moment." He took out a file from the desk and wrote down some things in it.
"Okay, hi," he said, putting it back and going over to Amélie. "Is your shift over?"
"Yes," she smiled. "Hour 48 is over."
"Good. It's like, 10 in the morning, you should go and get some sleep."
"I will," she said. "The only thing tiring me is staying awake for so long, I was cleaning up casts all day again today. I tried setting a bone, but Watson told me it wasn't well done and told me to piss off."
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Yes, so I went and pressured Andrew until he asked Anya from Psych out."
"He's going out with a shrink?"
She laughed. "I'm dating a pathologist, I can't say anything."
"Fair enough," he smiled. "I see you were taking to Mel."
"Oh, yes," she said, lowering her voice. "When she said my American is good, she meant English, right?"
He laughed. "Yes, yes she did."
"Good," Amélie said. "And anywho -"
"Means anyway," he finished.
"Okay," she said. "I wondered."
"We all do!"
"Oh, and she said all of the female staff in this department fancy you," Amélie said, arching an eyebrow. "Something you're not telling me?"
He laughed. "Oh, she was exaggerating. Every female except for her is married."
"Oh, you homewrecker!" Amélie teased.
"Hey, I'm not the one who's resident has a crush on them," he grinned, raising his hands in an in-my-defense gesture.
Amélie shuddered. "That is so not fair."
"Funny though," he laughed. "So, what did you want to see me for?"
"Weelll," she said delicately. "I have a dress for the prom."
"Oh good," he said.
"Only thing is..." she said. "You haven't officially asked me yet."
He looked confused. "I haven't?"
"No, you kind of took it for granted that I would go with you," she smiled.
"But you are... okay then. Amélie, would you like to go to the prom with me?" he grinned.
"I would love to go to the prom with you Lucas," she laughed.
"Well, now that that's sorted, is there anything else before I go back to studying dead bodies?"
"There wasn't, but now that I'm here, is there anything else you can tell me about Ben Simmons?" she asked, hoping for Maddox's sake that she could find out something.
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I still can't say anything. When I can, I will tell you."
"Is it suspicious?" she asked.
"Yes, and that's all I can tell you," he said, as Amélie's jaw dropped slightly. "How is Maddox?"
"Oh, she's... she's Maddox. She's still shifting moods really easily, and I am now trying my hardest to keep her away from Psych in case they notice, I want to work this out myself."
"Amélie, you can't get involved," he warned. "
"No, I know, I'm a doctor. Those are the rules. Never get emotionally involved with a patient," she reminded him. "Maddox isn't a patient."
"You talk about her like she's your little sister sometimes."
She smiled. "I wouldn't know, I never had any brothers or sisters. But even if she was my patient, if I suspected a troubled background I would have to report it. She's not, so I can work it out myself, right?"
"I think that's the last thing you need, but I know if I warn you against it, you won't shut up about it until I agree with you," he said, smiling.
She laughed. "You know me too well," she said, reaching up on her toes to kiss him. "Bye."
"See ya," he smiled. "I'll ring you when I get off work."
"Okay," she grinned, then called over to Mel, who was watching them, wide-eyed. "Bye Mel!"
"Bye bye Amélie," she said, waving, her gaze flicking from Amélie to Lucas and back.
Amélie walked up to the reception desk.
The receptionist covered the receiver. "Yes?"
"Hi, could you tell me if Dr. Dorrian is busy?" she said, smiling to try to offset the fact that she was interrupting the receptionist's phone conversation.
The receptionist threw her a dark look before reminding herself that she was supposed to be helpful and plastering a smile on her face. "He'll be finished soon. I can page him when he's finished."
"Thank you," Amélie smiled frostily, before sitting down on one of the seats.
She picked up a magazine, wondering why there were magazines in the reception to a pathology building. If you were in here, it was probably likely that reading things was the last thing on your mind.
"Oh, my God, she didn't!" the receptionist squeaked into her phone. "No way!"
There was a pause, presumably where the other person confirmed this.
"Oh, my God! Well I never!"
Amélie rolled her eyes and looked on the table for some intelligent reading material, ignoring the high pitched squeaks coming from the desk. As she suspected, there was only trashy celebrity magazines on the coffee table. Well, and a home decorating one, to be fair.
She took out her little well-worn pocket book of medicine, the one that all of the interns carried around with them. It was invaluable, an absolute staple in their lives. She'd memorised as much of it as she could, and she was getting to work on the stuff that she didn't know at the snap of a finger.
Which is what needs to happen in a hospital. You have to have the answers as soon as the questions arose.
The receptionist clicked her tongue. "Okay, well, bye bye." She hung up and eyed Amélie with interest. "Are you an intern?"
Amélie looked up from her book. "Sorry?"
"Are you an intern?" the receptionist grinned.
Amélie looked at the receptionist. She had curly brown hair with green eyes and a Southern accent, and she looked about twenty-seven. "Yes," she answered.
"That must be really exciting."
Amélie laughed. "Well, you certainly couldn't call it boring."
The conversation drifted away and Amélie returned to memorising the names of a few drugs and what they did.
"You're here to see Lucas, aren't you?" the receptionist said, trying to make another attempt at conversation.
Amélie looked up again wearily. "Yes," she said.
"Don't you think he's gorgeous?"
Amélie frowned, confused. "Pardon?"
"In a very rugged sort of way of course," the receptionist said dreamily. "All of the women in this section have crushes on him. He has a girlfriend though."
Amélie nodded, an amused smile on her face, trying not to laugh.
"Anyway," the receptionist said, smiling. "I'm Mel."
"Amélie," she smiled back.
"Oh, is that foreign?" Mel said excitedly.
"Yes, French," Amélie said, giving up on learning from her book.
"Oooooh! You're French?"
"Yes..."
"I thought I heard a French accent!"
Amélie laughed to herself. Mel was very annoying, but rather amusing.
"Where in France are you from?"
"Paris."
"Oh my gosh! Paris! Wow!" she said, amazed. "And what is St. Meredith's like compared to Paris?"
Amélie laughed. "Quiet."
"It must have been a huge adjustment."
"It was," she said. "It's almost too quiet here, if that's possible."
"Oh I know what you mean. So why did you move out here?" she asked curiously.
"Oh... well, I wanted to move out of France, so I went to university at Oxford, then I applied to St. Meredith's because my dad came from Seattle," Amélie said cautiously, shivering at the mention of her dad.
"Well, I'll be," Mel said. "How long have you been here for?"
"Almost a year," she answered.
"Oh, so you're still settling down then. I must say, your American is great."
Amélie raised her eyebrows, but made no comment on the 'American'. "Thank you."
"Well, anywho - Lucas! There you are!" Mel said, lighting up. "You have a visitor."
Lucas looked over at Amélie. "Oh, hey," he said warmly. "I'll be with you in a moment." He took out a file from the desk and wrote down some things in it.
"Okay, hi," he said, putting it back and going over to Amélie. "Is your shift over?"
"Yes," she smiled. "Hour 48 is over."
"Good. It's like, 10 in the morning, you should go and get some sleep."
"I will," she said. "The only thing tiring me is staying awake for so long, I was cleaning up casts all day again today. I tried setting a bone, but Watson told me it wasn't well done and told me to piss off."
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Yes, so I went and pressured Andrew until he asked Anya from Psych out."
"He's going out with a shrink?"
She laughed. "I'm dating a pathologist, I can't say anything."
"Fair enough," he smiled. "I see you were taking to Mel."
"Oh, yes," she said, lowering her voice. "When she said my American is good, she meant English, right?"
He laughed. "Yes, yes she did."
"Good," Amélie said. "And anywho -"
"Means anyway," he finished.
"Okay," she said. "I wondered."
"We all do!"
"Oh, and she said all of the female staff in this department fancy you," Amélie said, arching an eyebrow. "Something you're not telling me?"
He laughed. "Oh, she was exaggerating. Every female except for her is married."
"Oh, you homewrecker!" Amélie teased.
"Hey, I'm not the one who's resident has a crush on them," he grinned, raising his hands in an in-my-defense gesture.
Amélie shuddered. "That is so not fair."
"Funny though," he laughed. "So, what did you want to see me for?"
"Weelll," she said delicately. "I have a dress for the prom."
"Oh good," he said.
"Only thing is..." she said. "You haven't officially asked me yet."
He looked confused. "I haven't?"
"No, you kind of took it for granted that I would go with you," she smiled.
"But you are... okay then. Amélie, would you like to go to the prom with me?" he grinned.
"I would love to go to the prom with you Lucas," she laughed.
"Well, now that that's sorted, is there anything else before I go back to studying dead bodies?"
"There wasn't, but now that I'm here, is there anything else you can tell me about Ben Simmons?" she asked, hoping for Maddox's sake that she could find out something.
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I still can't say anything. When I can, I will tell you."
"Is it suspicious?" she asked.
"Yes, and that's all I can tell you," he said, as Amélie's jaw dropped slightly. "How is Maddox?"
"Oh, she's... she's Maddox. She's still shifting moods really easily, and I am now trying my hardest to keep her away from Psych in case they notice, I want to work this out myself."
"Amélie, you can't get involved," he warned. "
"No, I know, I'm a doctor. Those are the rules. Never get emotionally involved with a patient," she reminded him. "Maddox isn't a patient."
"You talk about her like she's your little sister sometimes."
She smiled. "I wouldn't know, I never had any brothers or sisters. But even if she was my patient, if I suspected a troubled background I would have to report it. She's not, so I can work it out myself, right?"
"I think that's the last thing you need, but I know if I warn you against it, you won't shut up about it until I agree with you," he said, smiling.
She laughed. "You know me too well," she said, reaching up on her toes to kiss him. "Bye."
"See ya," he smiled. "I'll ring you when I get off work."
"Okay," she grinned, then called over to Mel, who was watching them, wide-eyed. "Bye Mel!"
"Bye bye Amélie," she said, waving, her gaze flicking from Amélie to Lucas and back.
