nick bryant ( fire elemental ) . (firecraft) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-11-26 19:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-20, nick, quinn |
the days seem like an endless journey.
Who: Nick and Quinn.
Where: U of M hospital; random staff lounge.
When: Night.
Honestly Nick wasn’t even sure where it was he had ended up. That tended to happen to him when he pulled these double shifts, he would work and work and work and just burn himself out -- no pun intended -- to such a point that he lost all sense of direction. Wherever he ended up, that was that. It didn’t really matter to him by that point, as exhausted and in need of rest as he was, so when he flopped down on a couch he didn’t think anything of it, where he was or who else might show up. Nick wasn’t even sure what floor of the hospital he was on. That didn’t matter either. His pager was clipped at his belt and his cell phone was on the other side, both set with volume and vibrate, so if anyone needed him then they had two ways to do so.
Nick was too tall for the couch but he didn’t care about that. It wasn’t the first time he’d sprawled unceremoniously and completely without grace on a piece of furniture that was too small for him and it wouldn’t be the last. If he’d been bothered about that he would have found his way to one of the on-call rooms but here he was, legs half-draped over the end of the couch with one arm dropped over the edge of the cushions, his fingers lightly brushing against the ground. If he’d been at home he would have created little sparks or even a tongue of flame to amuse himself in the time before he drifted off properly but he couldn’t risk it here. This was a hospital, not only would it be dangerous but it wasn’t a known fact that their Attending Trauma Surgeon was an elemental. Nick wanted to keep it that way.
Instead he settled for staring up at the ceiling, at least until his eyelids started to feel too heavy. It was at that point that he began to lose focus on the lines of the tiles, the one loose panel up in the corner where an electrician or some such had done some work and misplaced the thing, details blurred and then dimmed and he let his eyes close. But he wasn’t asleep. Not yet, at least. Not yet.