G. R. Hatayama, MD (drgillybert) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-01-27 10:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | delilah waller, gil hatayama |
Who: Delilah Waller, Gil Hatayama
What: First Meeting
When: January 26
Where: Seattle Medical Center
Rating: G
Status: Complete
Gil looked at his watch as he waited for the elevator to reach the floor of the lobby. He was running late. Dressed in a fresh set of scrubs beneath his labcoat, he ran through the words that he hoped he would have a chance to say to his future wife without stumbling over them.
The door opened and he walked to the main waiting area, glancing around for a woman who fit the description she gave over the phone. He thought of calling out as he would for a new patient, but that would just add to the awkwardness of having to meet her at his place of work.
Delilah was itching for a drink. It was the place, it was the moment, it was the high potential for drama that awaited her in the near future. Jeff, no Jeff. Whatever. She could see this going to shit before it got to baby-making. Which didn't mean she wasn't going to give it a shot. Because I'm tragic.
Folding her legs onto the seat, she read through the latest in Cosmo. Ten ways to keep your man. Well, that could prove useful in the near future. Her skirt rode up her leg and she didn't bother tugging it down. Leggings covered her legs from the waist to the pretty black boots. She was safe.
Blonde. Short, cropped hair. Petite. That had to be her. He walked over to the couch where the woman was sitting, clearing his throat. "Excuse me, are you Miss Waller?"
Delilah was halfway between the skimpy outfits and having dinner on time sections when someone blocked the neon light. She glanced up to see a guy a few feet taller than expected and grinned. Sarah did say. "Yeah. I am. Doctor Hatayama, right?"
"Right," he smiled and took a seat on the couch across from her. "I apologize for calling you out to meet me here, but my time is stretched during the week."
She slapped the magazine back onto the table and lowered her legs to the ground, swivelling to see him better. "It's cool. Don't stress. You're a lot... taller than I thought. Guess you liked your cereal as a kid."
"Tallest person in my family, we don't know how far back in the gene pool the height came from, but I got it." he joked, lamely, as he ran his fingers through his hair. "It's nice to meet you, call me Gil, only my father call's me Gilberto."
Delilah thought about making a joke out of it. Like, does that mean I'll pop out giants. But it didn't seem like the time or the place. "Gil. I'm Dee. Three letter nicknames rock." She was talking too much again, tripping over syllables and she grinned the second she realized it. "This is kinda awkward, isn't it?"
"Understated." Gil laughed, shaking his head. "The timing is less than ideal, but I suppose that could be said about most selections. How should we go about this?"
"Go about it? I don't know. Don't we just get hitched and start making babies?" she asked, unable to hold back a grin. It was the hospital. It was making her brain twitch. "I'm sorry. We should, uh, get to know each other first, right?"
He chuckled, though he bit back his reply, mindful that potential patients were watching or at the minimum listening in. "That would be the best thing, at least I hope we will be able to be friends. As for marriage, I know the government frowns upon waiting until the last moment and Mondays are typically my busiest days...how does Friday sound?"
She shrugged a shoulder. "Sounds cool. I'm not busy. We just go and sign our names, right?" No family, no party. No dreaded ceremony. "You're not, like, uber-religious or anything, are you?"
"Not religious at all. Are you?" he tilted his head to the side, not wanting to presume. She didn't look it, but he had been surprised before. "We go in, show IDs, sign the paperwork and get administered the serum. In theory, we should be comfortable enough with each other to consummate the marriage by the time of your first ovulation."
"Nah," she answered, shaking her head. "And, uh, I have no idea when that is. My periods aren't all that regular. But I can try to find out right? Calculate it somehow? Eh, I'll figure it out." The idea of sleeping with him didn't faze her nearly as much as the thought of sharing a home. Bringing up a family. But he looked like he was taking it well and she wasn't going to mess with that.
"There are home tests and tools that you can use to track your fertile days," he started, laughing as he caught himself going into the usual spiel he reserved for his patients. "Habit. Do you have a gynecologist? If not, I can refer you to some. I live at the Pennington, there's a separate room that you could move into after we marry..."
Delilah smirked. "I don't. But I'm sure I'll need one, now." She didn't have a dentist either. She was too busy staying away from hospitals and doctors to factor in necessary check-ups. "Pennington's classy. I can, uh, stop by and check it out. Maybe after the registration?" A hand scratched through too-short hair.
"Your insurance will be covered under my plan." he nodded, reaching into his pocket for his card, handing it to her. "The other specialists in my department are listed on the back of my card. I'll make sure after the registration to have time to show you around."
But he didn't now. Well, it was a Monday. Delilah took his card. "Okay. Cool. So Friday. What time do you wanna go tie the knot?" It was a weird thing to ask a man she'd only met once in her life, but she could deal.
"Mid-afternoon or evening would be the best. I could free up my schedule and arrange for substitutes." Just like scheduling a surgery. He wondered if it was this way for the others.
"Mid-afternoon. So we have time to enjoy the evening." She tried to say it in a way that wasn't sleazy, not sure that it worked and not sure why she was putting in the effort. "You can get back to me with an exact time. I can tell you're a busy guy."
"Thanks, we should have dinner later this week." he said, even as his pager vibrated against his side. "I wish we had more time to talk, but..."
"Go save women from incredibly itchy sensations," Dee nodded, waving him with a hand. "I'll call you before Friday."
Gil laughed, reaching for his pager to look at the number flashing on the display. "That's not so far from what the call is for. I'll look forward to your call, Dee."
"See ya," she sing-songed, unfolding herself off the couch and making her way to the exit. She wasn't feeling too bad about this. Yet.