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Post by Simon Tam on Oct 3, 2007 0:12:57 GMT -5
*Simon sighed, removing his gloves and discarding them. He stretched his neck, thinking back on the surgery. It had gone pretty well. He was a bit confused about what the man had said. No problem though. Extra vaccines just in case. He went out to speak with him and then headed to the break room and sat.*
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Post by Diana on Oct 3, 2007 18:02:58 GMT -5
*The surgery was done in relative silence; not many words had been exchanged during the procedure besides the occasional mention of other medical tools. After cleaning up the OR and washing her hands throughly, Diana walked into the breakroom for a little down time and a nice cup of coffee.*
"Were those dog bites?" *she asked, sitting down with a warm cup of coffee in her hands.*
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Post by Simon Tam on Oct 3, 2007 18:05:55 GMT -5
*Simon shrugged.*
"The man that brought her in said that it was a man. I've never seen...well, anything quite like it."
*He looked to her inquisitively.*
"You?"
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Post by Diana on Oct 3, 2007 18:17:53 GMT -5
*Diana shook her head and took a sip of her coffee.* "Well, it's either a very old dog with very dull teeth or... an insane man. I'm not sure which one is the more probable," *she joked, trying not to sound too serious.*
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Post by Simon Tam on Oct 3, 2007 18:22:53 GMT -5
*Simon's brow furrowed.*
"I just wish I knew for sure. I want to make sure she gets all the vaccines she needs without dosing her unnecessarily."
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Post by Diana on Oct 3, 2007 18:40:06 GMT -5
"She's young and I'm sure her system can handle a few extra ccs. But just in case, I'll stay and extra shift and monitor her status."
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Post by Simon Tam on Oct 3, 2007 21:08:29 GMT -5
*Simon turned to face her, his expression softening and he shook his head.*
"It's fine. You're here too much as it is. You should get some rest."
*He smiled.*
"It's not as if there won't be more patients tomorrow."
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Post by Diana on Oct 3, 2007 21:43:54 GMT -5
*Diana smiled and turn her attention back down to her cup of coffee, trying to hide the self-pity that she knew was showing through her eyes.*
*She scoffed quietly.* "Well, I sleep here even when I don't have the graveyard shifts anyway... might as well," *she muttered to herself, idly playing with her cup.*
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Post by Simon Tam on Oct 3, 2007 21:46:43 GMT -5
*Simon half-smirked in disbelief.*
"Really? Surely you have an apartment or something...or at least a proper office?"
*He smiled gently.*
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Post by Diana on Oct 3, 2007 22:35:04 GMT -5
*Diana inhaled deeply.* "I have a ruddy little 20X20 room in the basement that was a part of the morgue until a few months ago that is now being used for file storage. The lighting is horrible, the air is damp and there's probably a colony of crickets living behind the boxes," *she rattled off dully.*
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Post by Simon Tam on Oct 3, 2007 22:42:07 GMT -5
*Simon felt bad for the woman. He timidly reached out his hand to touch hers a moment.*
"Well if you ever need a place to sleep without crickets, I'm pretty sure that my office is at least 25x25."
*He smiled with a soft playfulness.*
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Post by Diana on Oct 3, 2007 23:07:44 GMT -5
*Diana fliched briefly and her shoulders and arm automatically tensed. She was very familiar to the methods of "physical contact" that she often used to comfort patients and give them a sense of belonging but... it felt so foreign when it was done on her.*
*She smiled awkwardly and hoped with all she had that she wasn't blushing too brightly.* "Thank you," *she said, forcing a grateful smile. Not that she wasn't; she was just... more awkward than grateful.*
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Post by Simon Tam on Oct 4, 2007 6:32:42 GMT -5
*Simon's smile brightened.*
"It's not like I ever get to be in there anyways. Unless I'm sleeping. Maybe we should take shifts in it or something."
*He half-laughed like he was trying to make a joke.*
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Post by Diana on Oct 4, 2007 22:40:13 GMT -5
*Diana chuckled softly.* "All the other female staff members would mutiny," *she joked kindly.*
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Post by Simon Tam on Oct 4, 2007 22:46:29 GMT -5
"Why?"
*Simon looked genuinely confused.*
"That you occasionally sleep in a cramped office instead of a cramped basement?"
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