"Hey, you've reached Dr. C. I'm tied up, so leave a message."

[For muse or mun]

Got drunk. Pulled a Joey Tribbiani.

Okay, talking is lovely and awesome and all... but sometimes I just really want to get to the foreplay, capiche?

Delirious patient asked if I was Harry Potter. Thank god she didn't ask to see my wand, because really, who can live up to Harry's 11 inches?

Just a note, all of Chris' RP logs, fics, and random chats within his RP verse will now be posted to RP comm miamimedical.

The only things you will probably find here are prompts or fics related direction to canon and the 13 Miami Medical episodes in existence. His RP world has now spanned beyond that and we have moved over to this community solely for that ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS]As soon as Bella received the page that Dave had been rushed to the ER, she just took off. She had been sitting with Rick, just as she promised, and when the page had come through the beeping of it had woken Rick but all she could do was apologise to him, promise he would be moved to his hospital room ASAP and then she bolted to the ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS]There had been no question as to whether Chris would accompany Dave to to the ER. In fact, not even Proctor argued with that when he stated it. Dave was in a bad way, but at least when he passed out, he stopped throwing up. When the gurney arrived, Chris could only stand back and watch as Dave was transferred onto it, on his side in ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS and THIS | Simultaneous to THIS]

For once, Chris was actually doing what he was told. He was sitting in MT1 and waiting for Serena. It was almost driving him mental being there and knowing he couldn't step in to the absolute chaos overflowing around him, but he was still sitting... and waiting. Waiting forever, it felt like. On the ( Read more... )

Chris was maybe all of 30% awake as he sat in the recliner chair beside Rick in the chemo clinic. He had sweet-talked one of the nurses into moving it from the next bay over and pushing it up against Rick's. He had managed to get dressed in some at least presentable clothing of black track pants and a Marlins football jersey with a hoodie over the ( Read more... )

When Chris woke up this time, he was extremely disoriented. Spending so much time in a hospital, to wake up now on a sofa with his face squished into a pillow and a blanket over him was weird. In fact, initially, he thought he was dreaming until he realised his torso was aching and he had pins and needles in his foot. He was still half asleep when ( Read more... )