March #1: quotethis_muses
“The will to be stupid is a very powerful force, but there are always alternatives.” - Lois McMaster Bujold (Brothers in Arms)
This was very stupid.
This was so, incredibly, unbelievably stupid.
Although, he always did have a penchant for stupid. Regardless, he was formally, on the record, acknowledging that this was an act of extreme stupidity, and he would probably wind up kicking himself for this later. That, however, wasn’t his concern at the moment.
Smoothly, he navigated his way through the ambulance bay of the ER, pushing his sunglasses over his eyes, and occasionally glancing over his shoulder to see that he wasn’t followed. He tagged along with a trauma patient who was making his way into the crowded ER, and continued walking right past the trauma room they wheeled into, and in the direction of a less crowded hallway. He slowed his walking at this point, thinking that he was finally in the clear, when he heard the bark of a policeman behind him.
“Oy! I think ‘e went this way.”
Eyes narrowing slightly, he ducked into the next open door, and dropped to the ground, pinning himself to the wall under the window as he looked up through the blinds, trying to determine if the threat had passed. But considering that this was a busy ER in the middle of Sydney, there were too many footsteps for him to accurately discern which ones belonged to the cops and which ones were just ones of ordinary, every day doctors.
How he had gotten into this particular moment of stupidity, was a long story involving quite a few police officers, a pair of earrings with diamonds the size of his fist, and a little old lady who was none-to-thrilled that he had A) made off with said jewels to begin with, and B) spent the better part of the past two weeks depriving a granddaughter of her innocence (though she was quite the slut when he met her already), the long and short of it being that he was very much screwed, and not in the happy and fun way. Until this whole thing blew over, he was going to need some way to blend in. He pulled back from the wall for a moment, before scanning the room quickly, searching for something that would make him the least conspicuous.
He spotted a white lab coat hanging on the coat rack near him, and he quickly hopped up and slipped it on. A heavy stench of B. O. and cheap cologne came back at him, and he nearly gagged, but swallowed it, shaking his head to clear it and slipping the current nametag off and into the pocket of the coat when he heard a voice from behind him.
“Oy! You supposed ta be in ‘ere?”
He spun around and saw a very confused nurse staring back at him. He flashed her a simple smile to buy himself some time while his brain spun, looking for the appropriate answer to that question. “Yes. I am, actually, I-well-I’m new.”
The pretty nurse-rather pretty nurse, actually-frowned slightly at that explanation. “They didn’t say anything about any new docs comin’ in today. And you look a bit young to be a doctor.”
“Yes, well-I asked them to keep it down,” he said with an embarrassed look and a shy smile. “I’m-I’m a bit of a prodigy, really. Finished young and all that. I didn’t want to attract too much attention.”
Then the rather pretty nurse flashed him a bright smile, and her status when from rather pretty to pretty damn beautiful. “Oh, I can certainly understand that. But why are you stayin’ in here Doctor-”
“Willis. Doctor Willis.”
“Why are you in here all by your lonesome, Doctor Willis? There are patients that need to be taken care of.”
“Yes-yes, I know, I’m just-” His voice trailed off, before his face dropped, embarrassed yet again. “Just give me a moment to collect myself, will you? I’m just a wee bit nervous.”
Then the bright grin turned to a smartass smirk, and Mickey was in love, his training being the only thing that was keeping him from dropping the embarrassment and turning on the charm. “I get that we’re all nervous on the first day, but ya can’t let that get ta ya, Doc.” She moved behind him, placing her hands against his shoulder blades and pushing him out towards the door. “You just gotta get out there and do your best, yeah?”
“I suppose you’re right,” he said, going with her and not stopping until the she plopped him down in front of a patient, and handed him a chart.
“This is Mr. Montgomery,” she said with a nod, and he looked at the patient, an elderly old man with a bad shave, back to her and down at the chart again.
Yup. He was screwed.
“Well, Mr. Montgomery, I’m Doctor Willis,” he sighed, flipping the chart open and looking up at the patient. “How can I help you today?”
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This was very stupid.
This was so, incredibly, unbelievably stupid.
Although, he always did have a penchant for stupid. Regardless, he was formally, on the record, acknowledging that this was an act of extreme stupidity, and he would probably wind up kicking himself for this later. That, however, wasn’t his concern at the moment.
Smoothly, he navigated his way through the ambulance bay of the ER, pushing his sunglasses over his eyes, and occasionally glancing over his shoulder to see that he wasn’t followed. He tagged along with a trauma patient who was making his way into the crowded ER, and continued walking right past the trauma room they wheeled into, and in the direction of a less crowded hallway. He slowed his walking at this point, thinking that he was finally in the clear, when he heard the bark of a policeman behind him.
“Oy! I think ‘e went this way.”
Eyes narrowing slightly, he ducked into the next open door, and dropped to the ground, pinning himself to the wall under the window as he looked up through the blinds, trying to determine if the threat had passed. But considering that this was a busy ER in the middle of Sydney, there were too many footsteps for him to accurately discern which ones belonged to the cops and which ones were just ones of ordinary, every day doctors.
How he had gotten into this particular moment of stupidity, was a long story involving quite a few police officers, a pair of earrings with diamonds the size of his fist, and a little old lady who was none-to-thrilled that he had A) made off with said jewels to begin with, and B) spent the better part of the past two weeks depriving a granddaughter of her innocence (though she was quite the slut when he met her already), the long and short of it being that he was very much screwed, and not in the happy and fun way. Until this whole thing blew over, he was going to need some way to blend in. He pulled back from the wall for a moment, before scanning the room quickly, searching for something that would make him the least conspicuous.
He spotted a white lab coat hanging on the coat rack near him, and he quickly hopped up and slipped it on. A heavy stench of B. O. and cheap cologne came back at him, and he nearly gagged, but swallowed it, shaking his head to clear it and slipping the current nametag off and into the pocket of the coat when he heard a voice from behind him.
“Oy! You supposed ta be in ‘ere?”
He spun around and saw a very confused nurse staring back at him. He flashed her a simple smile to buy himself some time while his brain spun, looking for the appropriate answer to that question. “Yes. I am, actually, I-well-I’m new.”
The pretty nurse-rather pretty nurse, actually-frowned slightly at that explanation. “They didn’t say anything about any new docs comin’ in today. And you look a bit young to be a doctor.”
“Yes, well-I asked them to keep it down,” he said with an embarrassed look and a shy smile. “I’m-I’m a bit of a prodigy, really. Finished young and all that. I didn’t want to attract too much attention.”
Then the rather pretty nurse flashed him a bright smile, and her status when from rather pretty to pretty damn beautiful. “Oh, I can certainly understand that. But why are you stayin’ in here Doctor-”
“Willis. Doctor Willis.”
“Why are you in here all by your lonesome, Doctor Willis? There are patients that need to be taken care of.”
“Yes-yes, I know, I’m just-” His voice trailed off, before his face dropped, embarrassed yet again. “Just give me a moment to collect myself, will you? I’m just a wee bit nervous.”
Then the bright grin turned to a smartass smirk, and Mickey was in love, his training being the only thing that was keeping him from dropping the embarrassment and turning on the charm. “I get that we’re all nervous on the first day, but ya can’t let that get ta ya, Doc.” She moved behind him, placing her hands against his shoulder blades and pushing him out towards the door. “You just gotta get out there and do your best, yeah?”
“I suppose you’re right,” he said, going with her and not stopping until the she plopped him down in front of a patient, and handed him a chart.
“This is Mr. Montgomery,” she said with a nod, and he looked at the patient, an elderly old man with a bad shave, back to her and down at the chart again.
Yup. He was screwed.
“Well, Mr. Montgomery, I’m Doctor Willis,” he sighed, flipping the chart open and looking up at the patient. “How can I help you today?”
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