Alexander "Alex" Michael Karev, M. D. (evilspawn) wrote in marinanova, @ 2016-05-15 23:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan reilly, alex karev |
[375] Mid-day/ evening
[Closed to Aidan Reilly]
Hey, you're due in for a check up. You want to swing by the clinic? I can meet you somewhere else, if you'd rather.
[Clinic]
[Guess who's shuffling things around because it's literally the only thing to do. He got to do a touch of medicine not too long ago but it only seemed to whet his appetite for it and the sudden standstill afterward bites extra hard. So why not reorganize syringes by size and tackle the supply closet? It ends with aggravated sighing and him stretching out over an exam bed, hands against his face in a mild attempt to suffocate himself to death with what he's become here.]
This is so frickin' lame.
[Bar; D-Dive]
[Let's unwind with some beer and some blues music, maybe? Is that too much to ask for, a jukebox that doesn't suck? He's not so sure why he's feeling a bit nostalgic for it but he knows why he wants to get drunk. There's about nothing else to do in this god forsaken little fishbowl, aside from maybe getting to poke at some amputated fingers. He used to have a real life.
He mutters between handfuls of bar nuts,] I used to do actual freakin' medicine.