Who: Morticia and Demi What: Tea and discussing patients When: Monday afternoon Where: Morticia's office Warnings: Maybe language? Demi's fangirlish glee? Who knows.
As Demi made her way to Morticia's office, she felt as though she were walking on air. Today had been amazing, and the only thing that could possibly make it better would be this conversation going well. She didn't see any reason why it wouldn't go well, but then again, she wouldn't put it past herself to stick her foot in her mouth and get flustered and make an ass out of herself. Especially when her head was swimming somewhere in the clouds and she had Charlie on the brain.
It was true that she admired Morticia more than any other doctor she had ever heard of, so meeting her was a combination of a dream come true and an entirely nerve wrecking experience. She had used many of Morticia's cases to base the research for her own thesis, and in the process she had truly come to love the other doctor's style, her compassion, and her ability to turn everything on it's head but with velvet gloves. She had seen the other woman a few times around the hospital, but aside from this morning's brief exchange, she had yet to speak to her.
Hands shaking slightly, she knocked gently on Morticia's door, fingers resting on her St. Jude. She kept telling herself to act natural, but her stomach was still fluttering away. Here goes nothing...