Elle Bishop (messedupasiam) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-08-19 17:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, elle bishop, gabriel 'sylar' gray |
WHO: Elle Bishop, Gabriel Gray and Noah Gray.
WHAT: Elle has no sense of timing.
WHEN: Afternoon.
WHERE: The clinic.
RATING: A for Awkward.
STATUS: In Progress.
Elle was standing toe to toe with the annoying, Southern space doctor, glaring at him and trying to be as intimidating as she could considering she was over a foot shorter than him. She'd been trying to convince him to let her leave practically since Noah brought her here, but she'd had no luck. "I said I want to get out of here!" she snapped. "You can't keep me here if I don't want to be here!" She'd never liked doctors. They meant tests and IVs and all sorts of things that she resolutely did not like. Unfortunately, the doctor seemed completely unmoved by her demand.
"Look," the doctor said calmly, but in a tone of voice that said he really didn't care about her opinion on the situation. "You hit your head and you were suffering from smoke inhalation, and in your condition-"
She cut him off, before he could work his Jedi mind tricks...or whatever his sort did...on her, standing on her toes and poking him hard in the chest. "My condition," she said, "is not any of your business, Georgia! I'm pregnant, not a fricking invalid. So stop being such a condescending asshole and let me get out of here!"
And, of course, that was right about the time she could feel someone...or two someones...staring at her. Whirling around, she froze as she saw Gabriel and Noah standing in the doorway. Well...shit. "Hi," she said cheerfully, or as cheerfully as one could when mentally cursing in every language they knew and some they didn't, and gave a little wave.