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dreamlikenewyork2015-06-06 09:40 pm
actionthisday) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2015-06-06 09:40 pm
"When I get you alone."
Who: Callum MacDonald and Ethan Marshall
What: Making the most of a crap situation
Where: Outpatients Clinic, Mount Sinai
When: Saturday morning
Callum was trying to get his brain to focus on the filmography magazine he had brought with him to read while he waited for his doctor's appointment. Casey had made a therapist appointment for the same time so they only needed to make one trip to the hospital, but that meant Callum was left to wait on his own and he wasn't the most patient of people in the world. Not by a long shot. He had chosen not to sit in the waiting room because, having been as sick as he was and still recovering, he didn't want to catch anything else and his head still constantly sore to put up with kids screaming and people bemoaning their various ailments.
Instead, he told the clinic's receptionist that he was just going to wait on the row of seats lining the wall of the corridor just outside of the clinic. The seats weren't comfortable and considering he was still ill, he had that all-over ache to contend with too. He wanted to be back at the apartment in bed, where he had been spending most of his time since he was discharged from hospital and strictly told to rest... the condition he was let out sooner than he should have been.
He just happened to look up while he wet his finger to flip the page of the magazine and there was Ethan, coming down the hall in his labcoat with two other doctors. Callum wasn't shy, and because he wasn't sure when he would get another chance like this falling in his lap, he stood up before the posse of doctors passed. "Ethan," he said to catch the, let's be real, smoking hot doctor's attention. Hopefully he wasn't in the middle of some serious business doctor pow-wow that couldn't be interrupted. He wanted to carpe diem a little here, but he didn't want to be a rude prick about it.
What: Making the most of a crap situation
Where: Outpatients Clinic, Mount Sinai
When: Saturday morning
Callum was trying to get his brain to focus on the filmography magazine he had brought with him to read while he waited for his doctor's appointment. Casey had made a therapist appointment for the same time so they only needed to make one trip to the hospital, but that meant Callum was left to wait on his own and he wasn't the most patient of people in the world. Not by a long shot. He had chosen not to sit in the waiting room because, having been as sick as he was and still recovering, he didn't want to catch anything else and his head still constantly sore to put up with kids screaming and people bemoaning their various ailments.
Instead, he told the clinic's receptionist that he was just going to wait on the row of seats lining the wall of the corridor just outside of the clinic. The seats weren't comfortable and considering he was still ill, he had that all-over ache to contend with too. He wanted to be back at the apartment in bed, where he had been spending most of his time since he was discharged from hospital and strictly told to rest... the condition he was let out sooner than he should have been.
He just happened to look up while he wet his finger to flip the page of the magazine and there was Ethan, coming down the hall in his labcoat with two other doctors. Callum wasn't shy, and because he wasn't sure when he would get another chance like this falling in his lap, he stood up before the posse of doctors passed. "Ethan," he said to catch the, let's be real, smoking hot doctor's attention. Hopefully he wasn't in the middle of some serious business doctor pow-wow that couldn't be interrupted. He wanted to carpe diem a little here, but he didn't want to be a rude prick about it.