WHO: Cox, Jaenelle, [OPEN to Hyperion residents] WHERE: the Hyperion WHEN: Thursday, September 29; evening [backdated] WHAT: Dealing with the affected people in the hotel. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress NOTES: If any of you want to start your own thread within the post for your sick characters, feel free to do so and Cox and Jaenelle will be around.
For years now, Cox had trusted his instincts about those in the medical profession, from interns to nurses. It usually didn't mean he surrounded himself with people who weren't idiots, to hear him tell it, but it did mean even those openly-scorned 'idiots' had the potential to be good doctors. Something about the blonde on the message board had roused those instincts, especially when she listed her skills. Sure, he hadn't understood half of what in hell she was talking about, but he'd gleaned the important information from it.
Sliding out of the cab when it pulled up in front of the Hyperion, Cox grabbed his bag out while the cabbie unloaded the several boxes Cox had brought with him. The minute Jack emerged from the cab as well, he latched on to Cox's leg, making moving harder, but his job keeping track of his son easier.
When he turned, he found Jaenelle standing there. Good, they could get this show on the road. Flashing a grin that never failed to hold the edge of sarcasm, he bowed, the action smart-assed and awkward with the small boy attached how he was.
"Lady." For him, 'Lady' worked just as well as Blondie or any other facetious or outright rude moniker he might think of, never knowing that it wasn't that for both of them. "Let's get inside and get to work."