Repose

Who: Clementine and Bear
What: late night hospital visit
Where: Bitty Hospital
When: wee hours

Bear had gotten a call about twenty minutes ago, and was just dropping the man displaying symptoms of a heart attack off at the ER. He smiled at the guy. "These guys'll take good care of you, Mr. Abner. No worries, okay?" he said, before the team had him wheeled off into the ER proper. He stretched and gave himself a second after his role was over. This time he hadn't had to use his gift, he'd just needed to get him in as soon as he could.

He spotted a pretty blonde near the nurse's station, and headed over, giving a wave and a friendly smile. He was pretty sure he'd seen her around before. While he didn't recall people talking about her all that much, he was pretty sure they'd exchanged words before, too, and what was her name again? Wait, he knew this one. "Oh, my darling," he started, not singing, sounding very serious. "Oh my, darling," and then he was up to her. "Oh my darling, Clementine," he finished. "What's up? How's the Bitty tonight?"

Who: Clementine & Rory
What: Churches & Cemeteries
Where: Starting at the hospital
When: Midnight
Warnings/Rating: TBD

Clementine, she was bored as summer days was long. Wasn't that she was a city girl, because she wasn't any. The tiny town she'd grown in, it wasn't any bigger than this place. The country house in England, the one her daddy took her hunting at every summer, it wasn't real busy, even sprawling some like it was. She was used to small, but her momma and daddy both liked entertaining, and there was always someone 'round the house, spitting stories on lips that wouldn't quit. That was what Clementine missed. She missed a society of folks, and she missed sitting in the center of a room, her being adored in something real frilly.

This outing, it wasn't a thing like those drawing rooms with tea and conversation, but it was something to do. Something that wasn't an eerie quiet hospital, and something that wasn't sleeping. These days, Clementine hated sleeping. She'd taken to sleepwalking, and she found herself clear across town, near to that cemetery, every damn morning.

Tonight, she was standing outside that useless hospital. Her shift wasn't due to start for four whole hours, and she was itching for some fun. Might be she was getting too old for the kind of wild she felt in her bones, but wasn't a thing for it. Couldn't go teaching this old dog new tricks, and so she waited there, designer denim and cashmere cream under a coat that real foxes died to make pretty white.

[Public]

You folks that been here forever, you tell me how many fat santas and real inaccurate nativities are fixing to make my eyes bleed come Thursday.

Who: Clementine & Cotton
What: Late-night triage
Where: The Bitty Hospital
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Probably safe

The hospital was off Central and Main, and it was as dead as the graveyard that was just beyond the squat little building. Near two in the morning, lights dimmed to nearly nothing, and wasn't even one person sitting in that waiting room. Least someone could do was slice a finger off, or maybe get themselves in some real interesting trouble with as bottle. When Clementine was interning at the ER in Atlanta, then folks came in all hours, and they came in with the weirdest damn things fussing them. Here, it was crickets and a real bitter cold beyond the double doors.

The ER doctor on duty was home, sleeping nice a few minutes away, and the night nurse was probably in the parking lot, romancing that good for nothing from the trailer park. And Clementine, she was sitting at the triage desk, bored as a sinner in church.

She wasn't dressed right for a hospital, but it wasn't something she noticed any. She was blind to a whole lot of things 'bout herself that just weren't right, and her dressing how she was, it was just one of a list of things that made sense in her head, when they rightly shouldn't make sense at all. Point was, the blonde sitting there, mid-twenties and that was being generous, was wearing a brown shirt, few buttons and a white thermal beneath. Denim, and some real sturdy hiking boots. Her coat was fur, and it was the real kind, black bear and she'd killed them with her daddy, and that fur was draped over the triage desk, discarded in the warmth of the echoing hospital.

Clementine, she just wasn't made for sitting quiet, and she'd loved the ER back in Atlanta on account of it being bustling always and not a thing like the quiet hospital back in her hometown. But here she was, bored to tears and she tapped her forehead against the desk, arms extended out in supplication to some damn God of catastrophes to come calling. This rate, she was going to end up exploring the morgue or kicking at gravestones, and all to be entertained some.

What is it about vacation and coming home and needing a vacation from the vacation?

[Graham Ross]

Want to go out tonight? I got you a ridiculous tee shirt. You don't have to wear it, just knowing you own it is enough for me.

[As 'Angel']

Favorite computer game to play right now? Go!

Who: Clementine Murphy & Reece Eos
What: a brief run-in
Where: The B&B
When: after this
Warnings/Rating: not much

( He needed to prove his competence. )

[Public]
Interning at a hospital ain't real useful if no one comes in. Someone do me a favor and get themselves sick or bleeding, and I'd be much obliged.

[Public]

Where's a good place to find something to eat that isn't pie?

live flowers won't last long in the cold. fake ones ain't so bad, don't think i'd mind 'em if i was dead. ain't it the thought that counts?