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[Oct. 6th, 2008|07:33 am] |
Who: Jonathan Bellamy and Dr Ian Gibson
What: Jonathan needs... some sort of medical attention
When: Monday morning
Where: Clinic
Rating: PG
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[Sep. 28th, 2008|07:04 pm] |
Who: Riley Giles and Dr. Ian Gibson
Where: the doctor's office
When: today at one pm or so
What: he's checking on her arm!
( It stung. ) |
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[Sep. 27th, 2008|12:50 am] |
Who: Ian and Valerie Gibson
Where: The Gibson residence
What: Ian comes home late from drinking at the bar. Drama ensues
When: 1:30 am, Saturday morning (because last call in MA is 12:45am)
Rated: PG-13 for language, at least
Ian stumbled down the sidewalk towards his home. He'd had enough sense not to drive (what good would it be if he was a hypocrite to his patients?) but didn't have enough money for a cab. It'd taken him a good half hour to get there, though he only lived two blocks from the bar. Really, he was taking his damn time. Getting inside was not the top priority on his list. He just knew Val would be waiting up for him. In his head, he figured she had a million things for him to do. Or a million questions. Or a million bitchy things to say.
"Ugh," he said aloud, just thinking about it. "What the fuck am I doing?"
He grabbed at his hair and stumbled to the side, losing his last drink in the bushes. He spit a few more times, getting the taste out, before wiping his mouth off and climbing the steps to his lovely home.
Trying to be quiet, he slipped the key in the hole and turned the knob. He wasn't surprised when he opened the door. He was right. She was waiting up. |
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