Post by Amélie Grey on Mar 17, 2007 14:33:52 GMT -5
Amélie yawned as she walked Jack down her street. She was so tired.
She was an intern, she was always tired. But you don't get used to it. They made life hard on purpose when you're an intern, to try and break you in for the ride ahead. You had to have a pretty thick skin to be a doctor.
Unfortunately, Amélie's still hadn't arrived by special order yet.
She let Jack off the lead - for only being a puppy, he was really well-trained and well-behaved, and his legs were so short that he couldn't run away too far.
Her iPod was on Shuffle, so it had started playing Gojira, then switched to Elvis. It was the weirdest thing.
We can't go on together, with suspicious minds...
She hummed along to it as she walked down the street. It was already getting dark, and the streetlights were lighting up.
As she walked past Maddox's house, as always, she glanced at it. There was someone walking out of the house.
Amélie frowned. Clearly someone who hadn't seen sight of a razor for a long while - their stubble was well past the sexy stage and not quite at the beard stage. Not very attractive.
The guy looked really unkempt, like he'd been sleeping on the streets for... well, a while.
In fact... hadn't she seen him before?
She had. She'd been covering on the pit (A&E/ER) and he'd come in. He'd taken a drug overdose, and had had to get surgery...
Yes, Amélie remembered that surgery - she'd scrubbed in; he was her patient. Mr Smith. Marcus Smith.
Marcus was stowing something into his bag. Amélie immediately grew suspicious.
"Mr. Smith?" she called in a friendly tone.
He looked at her suspiciously. "Yes?"
"I'm Amélie Grey, I was your doctor not that long ago?" she smiled, putting Jack back on his lead.
He was still frowning. "Oh, yes."
"How are you getting on?" That was a pointless question. She could see by his eyes that he was still on the drugs. It was obvious.
"Oh, fine," he said, looking away shiftily. "Listen, Dr. Grey, I really have to go, I'm sorry. It was nice seeing you again."
"Yes, you too," Amélie said. As he walked away, she glanced up at the front upstairs window where Maddox's room was. Often she would see the teenager staring out of the window.
And as she walked the mysterious Mr Smith walk away, she felt a pang of fear for Maddox's safety.
She was an intern, she was always tired. But you don't get used to it. They made life hard on purpose when you're an intern, to try and break you in for the ride ahead. You had to have a pretty thick skin to be a doctor.
Unfortunately, Amélie's still hadn't arrived by special order yet.
She let Jack off the lead - for only being a puppy, he was really well-trained and well-behaved, and his legs were so short that he couldn't run away too far.
Her iPod was on Shuffle, so it had started playing Gojira, then switched to Elvis. It was the weirdest thing.
We can't go on together, with suspicious minds...
She hummed along to it as she walked down the street. It was already getting dark, and the streetlights were lighting up.
As she walked past Maddox's house, as always, she glanced at it. There was someone walking out of the house.
Amélie frowned. Clearly someone who hadn't seen sight of a razor for a long while - their stubble was well past the sexy stage and not quite at the beard stage. Not very attractive.
The guy looked really unkempt, like he'd been sleeping on the streets for... well, a while.
In fact... hadn't she seen him before?
She had. She'd been covering on the pit (A&E/ER) and he'd come in. He'd taken a drug overdose, and had had to get surgery...
Yes, Amélie remembered that surgery - she'd scrubbed in; he was her patient. Mr Smith. Marcus Smith.
Marcus was stowing something into his bag. Amélie immediately grew suspicious.
"Mr. Smith?" she called in a friendly tone.
He looked at her suspiciously. "Yes?"
"I'm Amélie Grey, I was your doctor not that long ago?" she smiled, putting Jack back on his lead.
He was still frowning. "Oh, yes."
"How are you getting on?" That was a pointless question. She could see by his eyes that he was still on the drugs. It was obvious.
"Oh, fine," he said, looking away shiftily. "Listen, Dr. Grey, I really have to go, I'm sorry. It was nice seeing you again."
"Yes, you too," Amélie said. As he walked away, she glanced up at the front upstairs window where Maddox's room was. Often she would see the teenager staring out of the window.
And as she walked the mysterious Mr Smith walk away, she felt a pang of fear for Maddox's safety.