WHO: Dr. Perry Cox and Bumblebee; later, Cox and Poison Ivy WHERE: Park in L.A. WHEN: Saturday, May 14; morning WHAT: Cox goes for a run in the park. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
This place was getting just a little bit ridiculous – which meant heaping amounts of absolute crazyin Coxland. Cox hadn't been able to leave this city, no one was answering when he called the hospital, home and even, though he had needed a drink afterward just to take the edge off of having such a pathetic idea, J.D. This was up his alley, after all, crazy head fantasies involving other people. This situation was becoming a little problematic, though he didn't want to admit it, as he had Jack along and while he could sleep practically anywhere, his kid couldn't. Jordan would kill him if she found out he'd resorted to letting Jack curl up in a booth at a bar or something, though that had been tempting.
Thanks God for free weekend programs, though. It had given him time to better figure out his situation, and admittedly, time to himself. He needed that time to himself, more often than he was getting it. This city was getting to him, without a doubt, but what was getting to him most was the feeling he wasn't accomplishing anything valuable. That really, really didn't sit well with him. He needed Sacred Heart as much as that damned place needed him, though he hated admitting it to even himself most days, and without a similar way to go about his days, he was going slowly stir crazy. Yet, in the same breath, getting a new job here meant accepting he wasn't leaving soon and that? Well, that was just pathetic.
Running helped release that tension, but only for a few hours. Besides, he couldn't let this fine specimen of the male physique go to pot, now could he? Stopping as he came to the place where two paths crossed, he stretched and fanned out his damp t-shirt, then looked around. Noticing someone looking back, he acknowledged the individual's presence with a slight upward jerk of his head.