Characters: Cal and Kyle
Setting: Clinic, evening
With Caroline’s remains put away in one of the patient rooms and the clinic itself cleaned after tending to her, Cal was wishing there was more to do. Granted, there was plenty if he wanted; notes on the others, details of the schematics for Leandro’s breathing devices, even just the general update of his inventory list, to track what had been used. But really, Cal didn’t want any of that.
It was all too silent, too intent and isolated. He hadn’t needed to deal with a corpse in some time now, and returning to such work had left him somewhat restless. If he could’ve, he would’ve left the clinic with Violet or Becka and walked the rest of the facility, but at some point Cal knew he’d get what he wanted. He’d have company if he waited, someone he could try to directly help. Sooner or later, an appointment with Kyle was due.
Kyle entered the clinic nervously. He had been mostly avoiding all day, but as evening had drawn in, he couldn’t any longer. Still, there was part of him that would have preferred to pretend that reality didn’t exist. He knew he couldn’t do that though, and he had never been that kind of coward, so he tried to hide his emotions as best he could behind a blank mask. “Hi - are you the doctor?” he asked, coming to a stop in the middle of the room, posture poised and impeccable.
( Professionalism )