Thursday, May 31, 2012
Who: Holt and Zinny (maybe some Bragi and Iounn mixed in) When: Thursday evening Where: Zinny's place What: a visit
Holt had been swamped with work, which kicked off with the holiday weekend. Holidays were hell for emergency workers. People were always finding some way to kill themselves or others. The ER had been transformed into a zoo, and the warm weather that stretched into the rest of the week just seemed to extend the violence and stupidity. He'd lost count of how many people he'd patched up, though the death toll was always in his mind. He knew the exact number of patients he'd lost since he started practicing medicine, and he knew all of their names as well. It was something he carried with him at all times.
But he didn't want to think about it right now. He wanted a break from that shit. He wanted to lose himself in the joy that came from being with Zinny. She he strapped his guitar to his back and set off on his bike to her place. Holt wished she lived closer, but nothing could be done about that right now. In time. He was sure of it.
When he arrived, he parked outside the building and jogged up to the door, pulling off his helmet on the way.