Simon Tam (i_conform) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-02-06 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | john coffey, simon tam, zz:status complete |
No one would get hurt here [open]
Another day, another...was he even earning money? They'd said that the City had moved, that they had all moved with it, but Dr. Simon Tam hadn't had time to notice. He'd been busy doing what he always did, work in the Hospital, fixing people, things, whatever. He hadn't even had time to make that coffee "date," much less time to check on his sister - or was it the other way around? It didn't matter seeing as neither were happening. It wasn't until Nurse Ratchet took pity on the hard-working, socially-challenged doctor by giving him a cup of coffee that didn't look as if it'd belonged to someone else, it was just cold, that Simon realized he might be over doing it.
He took the coffee, signed out, and left, waiting til he was around the corner where hopefully no one would see him to tip out the brown sludge. He kept walking, looking for a park. Parks were good, no matter the time of day. Parks meant calm, quiet, and he had to hope that no one broken or wounded would show up. He was beginning to wonder if people only came in two types - wounded and not so wounded. Or perhaps it was more physical versus mental/spiritual/metaphysical. He groaned, not wanting to think about anything this..deep.
The City was kind, or at least appeared to be, for there was a park. No one would be wounded here, no one would need fixing here. He could sit down, huddle onto a bench, and exist. Or quite possibly fall asleep now that his body had finally stopped moving, which was actually what he did.