cormac's notebook. (curagad) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-12-11 00:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, cormac hier, ridley irving |
when you grow up, what kind of girl will you be?
Who: Cormac Hier & Ridley Irving
What: Vignettes, or Look, This Is How We Bond
Where: The clinic.
When: Between Nov 5th - Friday, Dec 10th.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete!
She was timely, as usual. The scholar had ensured she'd be at the clinic as directed, right after closing, and had nervously made her way there under the cloak of darkness. Upon finally reaching her destination, Ridley found the man in question perched in the foyer, long legs propped up onto the receptionist's desk. Smoothing palms over her skirt, she put on a smile in greeting. Cormac was elbow deep in paperwork he couldn't make heads or tails of. Usually there were notes in the margins in bright red letters and highlighted tidbits to let him know what was important. Now that there weren't, everything was taking twice as long. Sure they were his notes, but sometimes he rambled on about observations and inside, the meat of it, was what he needed to attend to the patient who was sitting in the waiting room, just staring at him. Ridley, somehow, withheld a yawn, but it didn't stop her from rubbing at her eyes tiredly. She'd followed Cormac's instructions days earlier to take notes as directed, to allow him his freedom from highlighters, and had diligently recorded his sessions and findings with nearly excruciating detail. But while she was tired, beyond exhausted some days, there was no time for many breaks. The illness creeping through the city would not rest; how could they? Timeliness had always been one of Ridley's best traits as she stepped into the clinic, smiling at the receptionist before slipping into the back rooms to search for her employer. She found him seated at a desk, smiled in greeting, and settled her bookbag upon the closest chair. "Good morning, sir." |