Down South
Feb 25, 2013 0:36:16 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 25, 2013 0:36:16 GMT -5
It wasn't the hot season yet, so despite the natural humidity of the area, the drive to Madisonville was pleasant enough to undertake with the top on the rental car down. Adrian's hat was stowed safely under the seat to keep it from going AWOL.
It was only about an hour away, and hardly as secluded as Adrian might have imagined. Madisonville was small but not rural, with a charming little lighthouse where the Tchefuncte met Lake Pontchartrain, and Adrian concluded that yes, this was probably a good place to be if one wanted to avoid both stress and being located.
It was almost a pity that he was here to offer an alternative, though it was something of a relief to know that the town would not be deprived its only doctor.
He parked the rental car outside of a small house at the end of a short drive. He understood, thanks to having had a few microfilm slides of the St. Tammany News over the last few years sent to him, that the house had been converted into medical offices well over two decades ago; it had merely changed hands a few times since then.
Stepping out of the car, he put the hat back on, more or less to allow himself the gesture of removing it again in what he hoped would be only a few minutes, and went up the steps of the veranda to go inside.
There was an RN in pink scrubs with her thick, braided hair held back at the nape of her neck. She was busy handing a rather teary-eyed little girl who was perched in a young woman's- probably her mother's- arms a lollipop while congratulating her for being brave; the bandage on the child's arm suggested that she'd gotten a shot only a few minutes before. Adrian stepped back to let the mother and child leave before making a move toward the front desk.
"Excuse me, is Dr. Brennan in?"
The nurse turned, looking... not suspicious, per se, but a little confused.
"Are you the Mr. Molineaux who called in earlier to make an appointment?"
"No, actually. This is more of a business visit."
He removed his hat and his sunglasses, and the woman became visibly startled. She looked him over as though to make sure who he was, saw his hand, and then, certain, she held up one hand.
"Just a moment. Come with me."
She opened the small waist-high panel door that separated the waiting room from the offices and led Adrian past a handful of other doctors and nurses before knocking on a door toward the end of the hall.
"Dr. Brennan? You have a... visitor."
She looked wordlessly back at Adrian, still startled.
It was only about an hour away, and hardly as secluded as Adrian might have imagined. Madisonville was small but not rural, with a charming little lighthouse where the Tchefuncte met Lake Pontchartrain, and Adrian concluded that yes, this was probably a good place to be if one wanted to avoid both stress and being located.
It was almost a pity that he was here to offer an alternative, though it was something of a relief to know that the town would not be deprived its only doctor.
He parked the rental car outside of a small house at the end of a short drive. He understood, thanks to having had a few microfilm slides of the St. Tammany News over the last few years sent to him, that the house had been converted into medical offices well over two decades ago; it had merely changed hands a few times since then.
Stepping out of the car, he put the hat back on, more or less to allow himself the gesture of removing it again in what he hoped would be only a few minutes, and went up the steps of the veranda to go inside.
There was an RN in pink scrubs with her thick, braided hair held back at the nape of her neck. She was busy handing a rather teary-eyed little girl who was perched in a young woman's- probably her mother's- arms a lollipop while congratulating her for being brave; the bandage on the child's arm suggested that she'd gotten a shot only a few minutes before. Adrian stepped back to let the mother and child leave before making a move toward the front desk.
"Excuse me, is Dr. Brennan in?"
The nurse turned, looking... not suspicious, per se, but a little confused.
"Are you the Mr. Molineaux who called in earlier to make an appointment?"
"No, actually. This is more of a business visit."
He removed his hat and his sunglasses, and the woman became visibly startled. She looked him over as though to make sure who he was, saw his hand, and then, certain, she held up one hand.
"Just a moment. Come with me."
She opened the small waist-high panel door that separated the waiting room from the offices and led Adrian past a handful of other doctors and nurses before knocking on a door toward the end of the hall.
"Dr. Brennan? You have a... visitor."
She looked wordlessly back at Adrian, still startled.