Dr. Sylvia Wilde (wlkthewildeside) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-10 13:51:00 |
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Current location: | LAGH |
Current mood: | mischievous |
Entry tags: | ~ronan, ~sylvia wilde |
Who: Ronan & Sylvia Wilde
Where: LAGH
When: Sunday, January 9th, late evening
Status: Completed
Rating: PG
Sunday nights were Sylvia's night off from the hospital so imagine her surprise when she got a page on her beeper that evening while in the sub-level of Eden. The vampire had been visiting with her sire when she asked to use her phone despite not knowing the phone number. Sylvia was even further surprised to hear Ronan on the other end of the phone informing the doctor he was healed enough to have the stitches removed.
Facsinated and more than a little curious, Sylvia had to excuse herself from Lilith's office and club to head to the hospital. Having her evening interrupted due to a patient or need of her at a hospital was nothing new to Sylvia, she was used it, so it was no surprise that she'd dressed up that evening for her outting. Pulling out her lab coat from her locker, she prepared for Ronan's visit and treated several non-critical patients while she waited for the faerie.
Ronan had felt the itch further into the night. He was aggravated with the stitches and he could feel that his body was healing faster than she'd anticipated. He sighed as he told Roz that he was going out to get his stitches taken out. At least now the princess wouldn't have him on light duty.
He walked into the hospital and glanced around for the doctor. When a nurse asked if she could help him, he told her that he was looking for Sylvia and that she was supposed to remove his stitches. Luckily the nurse hadn't been there the night he got the stitches so there were no weird looks. She told him that he'd tell her that he was there and to have a seat.
The doctor was informed of Ronan's arrival and once she'd finished up with her current patient Sylvia headed to the waiting room. Having dug up his chart on the way there, she hugged it to her chest with one arm.
"Mr. Ronan?" She inquired when she saw him, a smile on her face, "I've got a room all set up for us." Sylvia turned away to lead the faerie away from the waiting room.
He smiled as he saw her and nodded his head as he got up and walked out behind her. "I'm glad that you were able to meet me. I didn't think it was wise to leave them in any longer." he said as he looked at her.
Pulling aside the curtain, Sylvia indicated to Ronan to hop up on the gurney and she replied as she took a seat on the stool, "I always have my pager on me incase the hospital or patients need me." She pulled out a pen from her front breast pocket and opened his chart, "I'm glad you called, though." Probably not the most professional thing to say, but it was the truth. Her pen poised above the paper she started asking routine questions, "Any muscle pain or weakness in the last 24 hours? Stiffness? Anything that seemed unusual to you?"
He hopped up on the gurney whenever she said for him too and shook his head. "Nope. No stiffness, not unusual except for how itchy it is. Mostly because its time for them to come out." he said looking at her. He clasped his hands in front of him.
Sylvia wrote this all down before closing the file and standing to pull on a pair of gloves as she said, "Let's take a look at those stitches, shall we?"
He nodded his head as he pulled the shirt up over his head and sat it down on the edge of the gurney next to him. The cut was mostly healed and the stitches really did need to come out. He smiled over at her. "You probably get tired of people just stripping in front of you." he teased.
"One can hardly protest with an attractive speciman such as you, Mr. Ronan," Sylvia teased back as she examined the stitches. She was more interested in the fact that he nearly healed within 24 hours of seeing her and the faerie was entirely right; The stitches definitely needed to be removed upon closer inspection. Straightening, Sylvia took up the tools she needed to remove the sutres and began the careful process. As she worked, she asked out of pure curiosity, "So, what exactly do you do, Mr. Ronan, that has you breaking up barfights in the middle of the night?" Her blue-green gaze flicked up to meet his, noting with some surprise that his eye color had changed from last night.
He couldn't help but smirk as he heard her say that he was attractive. "No need to call me, Mr." he said as he looked at her. He watched her as she started removing the sutres. "I am a member of the royal guard." he said simply. His eyes had been covered up. They were dark green rather than the tri-colored natural coloring of the night before. not being in pain helped him be able to focus on his natural glamour.
The doctor didn't respond to the comment of not needing to call him 'Mr. Ronan,' although she did do as he asked, "I see. Is this...Roz...your charge?" Sylvia asked, recalling what he'd said last night as her gaze dropped back to the task at hand. The vampire decided that dark green suited him better than whatever eye coloring he had last night.
He nodded his head. "Yes, Roz is my charge. I have been her guard since the day she was born, and her mothers before her."
Surprise was clear in her voice as she finished up, "That is a considerable amount of time, devotion, and loyalty." Sylvia commented and then straightened. A smile curved her lips, "I admire that." She stared at him as she gently took the arm that had been injured to examine the cut she'd patched up.
He shrugged. "I'm old enough that I don't think that it is really all that much time." he said as he looked at her. "But I am devoted." he said as he looked at her.
Her gaze flicked upward from his his arm as he casually brushed off the meaning of time. Curious, Sylvia asked, "Will you be offended if I asked your age, Ronan?"
Well, his injuries were practically healed as she let go of his arm and pulled off her gloves to toss them in the trash. Picking up his chart, Sylvia jotted down a few more notes and then attentively looked at him.
He shook his head. "No, I will not be offended." he said as he looked at her. "I am 1,092 years old." he said as he looked at her. "I have been alive a very long time, so her 245 years are very little in the span of things."
"Hm, time must seem like it moves ahead in a blink of an eye for you," Sylvia commented and then indicated to his injuries, "The glue will come off on it's own. If you have any questions you have my number." The vampire smiled at the faerie, "You can call anytime, day or night."
He nodded his head softly. "It does at times, and sometimes it seems as if it goes on forever." he said as he watched her. He looked down at his mostly healed injuries and nodded again. "I figured it would wash off eventually." he said as he looked back up at her. "Perhaps next time we will meet in a less medical situation."
Her gaze dropped to the floor briefly at the comparison of time, knowing all too well of it's fickle nature. Sylvia had plenty of regrets in her "new" life, but she also had plenty to feel good about it; She'd taken lives, but she had also saved her fair share, too.
The vampire nodded, "Perhaps." Although she shouldn't since he was, after all, a patient. But, technically, after he left he wouldn't be and since when did a vampire adhere strictly to the rules? Tapping the edge of his file with her fingers, she debated a moment before stating, "I'm free most Sunday nights."
He watched her intently wondering just what was going on in her mind. Then the corner of his mouth quirked up as she said that she was free most Sunday nights. "Well I will have to give you a call on a Sunday then." he said as he watched her. He picked up his shirt and slid it back on. "Or you are welcome to call me as well. Since you now have my number from that page thing."
At the mention of having his number, Sylvia shifted to unclip her beeper and read the display. A finely shaped brow quirked in amusement, her lips curving upward, "You're right, I do have your digits." The vampire chuckled and reattached her beeper to her belt.
He smiled. "that's my personal cell not the house phone." he said as he stood up. "I will be the only one to answer that." he said as he looked over at her.
"Awful trusting of you, Ronan," Sylvia quipped back, moving to shove aside the curtain and stepping out into the hall. The vampire looked back at him with some amusement on her features.
He arched a brow and stepped out of the room. "Not so much trusting as I doubt you wish to speak with Twilight or Mistral or one of the others."
The vampire chuckled, "No doubt," Sylvia turned toward him and offered her hand, "It was a pleasure, Ronan. I hope to see you again soon."
He took her hand and instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his mough, placing a bare kiss against her knuckles. "It was a pleasure. Take care of yourself." he said as he slowly let go of her hand, a twinkle to his eyes.
Now that actually brought a blush to Sylvia's cheeks and the doctor cleared her throat a bit as she looked away briefly. Sliding her blue-green gaze back to his dark green one, a shy smile had curved her lips, "Well, it's nice to know that class hasn't completely died."
He enjoyed the soft blush that spread over her cheeks. His lips quirked up into a smile. "Believe me, it hasn't died off." he said as he watched her. "I will see you soon." he said as he walked towards the exit.
One of the nurses who had seen the exchange rushed over to Sylvia and made the comment, "Cute!"
"Patient!" Was Sylvia's retort to which the nurse snorted and quipped back, "Honey, no one will make a fuss if you take a piece of that ass for yourself."
A playful glare was sent to her co-worker as she handed off Ronan's chart to the nurse and Sylvia took the other one in her hand, "Very funny." Opening the chart, she started heading for the room her next patient was in.