Characters: Cal and Kyle
Setting: medical bay, evening
Kyle looked at his watch. Eight on the dot. Taking a breath, he headed into the medical bay. “Cal? Doc?” he called, trying not to let any nervousness sound in his tone. Sure, he felt more stable now than he had that morning, but still - having a talk with the doctor remained a good idea, he thought.
Cal had prepared for this, as much as he could. He’d seen to his appointments for the day, meeting with Jun-he in the library and seeing to matters in the clinic through the day, but through it all Cal knew the clock was ticking down. Upstairs, there’d been a cookout and a memorial for Caroline, as well as what he hoped was kinship forming among the others in the wake of these new tragedies. But down here? Cal was just waiting.
He’d bagged up a pair of sandwiches, sealing them up and tucking them in a little cooler downstairs with some bottles of water before settling in to wait. Really, the clinic’s sterile conditions weren’t as welcoming as Cal would’ve liked for a therapy session, but everywhere else was public space. He would just have to make do. Which he was doing when Kyle stepped in with Cal’s name on his lips. “C’mon in,” Cal answered from his desk, slipping out of his seat and turning the chair. “How’re you feelin’?”
( Talking the Talk )