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Topic Started: Mar 16 2009, 12:49 AM (961 Views)
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Just as any of the corridors in Mungo's: tile floors, white walls, a string of doors.

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Tigs was lost in her thoughts as she walked down the hall. She just...had this feeling. Just did. Sitting in that lobby was driving her absolutely insane, and she needed to do something. So she wandered. Problem was, her feet brought her to the maternity ward.

She was wondering why, as her thoughts really didn't have to do with her babies, why she was there. But that feeling, that tense intuition...she ended up stopping in front of the glass window of the NICU. All those tiny, premature babies, or babies born with problems. All of them fighting for life, kept safe, warm. The nurses walking in and out were taking care of these tiny, tiny little babies, or babies with bandages, with such care, she almost wanted to cry.

But she had made her decision. It was both disturbing and heartening to see these little ones, and she leaned up against that window for a long, long time. She had her letter with her, she'd be able to see when she was needed again.
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His face stretched taut with exhaustion and a completely lack of actual confidence, it was only Ryan's eyes that showed his awe and shock of holding Remy in his arms. The tiny boy was the one real alive person he'd seen in days; Meredith had been snatched from Maternity, right before being discharged. She was carted away, in front of him and their son, collapsed. Holding Remy was a bit awkward and otherworldly for him, but he knew Mere had told the Healer's his father had him... so although they didn't know that father was an ex-inner circle member who was standing near the Maternity wing at that moment, there weren't any awkward questions.

Ryan came to a startled stop; he was cradling Remy against the crook of his arm as they went for a walk and hadn't noticed who was now outside the NICU as well. Tigs. His face broke from the exhaustion to a tiny smile, and he immediately frowned afterwards.

She had to be pissed at him. He'd had no intention of getting her locked up like she had been, but every moment he'd thought about trying to rescue her himself, he'd figured she'd just get angrier at him. So he'd set a time limit on it-- how long he'd wait for her to get out herself, and she had. So...he bit his lip and said instead, outloud, his eyes on Remy,

"Hey, there, Remy? Do you want to say hello to your Aunt Tigs? Mmm?"

He really wished his voice would stop doing that. Squeaking, baby-talk. It really made him grimace at the complete lack of self-respect...but it kind of made him grin as well. If he was going to be a father, he was going to be a father.

Kind of like, if you're going to go to hell anyways...
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It was weird, to allow herself to be so incredibly vulnerable. That seemed stupid, didn't it, on a maternity floor? Because some mother unable to handle labour was going to come out and attack her while her mind was off somewhere else and her back free for the shooting. She heard people come and go, she heard the talking, she heard the screams - she remembered labour, so, so vaguely - the cries of the babies, the frantic fathers-to-be...

She heard it all. She just wasn't registering it the way she might have been if she had been there for a reason, if she was looking for something. Silently observing wasn't her purpose, not right now. There was one baby in particularly in the NICU she was watching. The baby was beautiful, a head full of dark curls, big, big blue eyes...but her skin was a sallow yellow, and she wasn't longer than Tigs' forearm. Clearly her lungs were underdeveloped and...as weird as it was, Tigs was breathing with her. She was new in the NICU, she'd been brought in while Tigs was watching, and by watching, she saw the little one just struggle for the next breath. And if only, by breathing with her, could Tigs maybe, just in her mind, help the baby live...

If only it was that easy.

At a voice, despite it being a little...well, baby-talkish, she froze, straightening up from the glass, her eyes still on the baby, but glazed now. Not focusing on her. Hand brushed along her cheeks before she turned around, and her eyes went to the baby in his arms. Not him, but the baby boy he was holding in his arms.

Remy. The name made her shudder, physically, shudder, but she repressed that, and moved away from the window, stopping inches from Ryan just to look at the baby. Only the baby, she told herself, her finger coming up to run over his tiny, tiny little fist.

Because she knew babies could pick up tones and become unhappy of it, her voice was entirely soft and emotionless, maybe a tad pleasurable, as she said to the man holding the child who caught her attention, "I really hate you right now. I hope you know that."

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"I know it. " He said, his voice still in that 'baby talk' mode against his will. Apologizing was a futile endeavor with her, so he wouldn't even try- and in any case, he wasn't sorry. He was glad. Not that she'd been locked up- that, had made him mad as hell himself -- but that she could stand there and be mad at him. Hatred was a very invigorating, alive feeling, wasn't it? Not that he was exactly an expert on emotions.

"Do you want to hold him?" As Ryan stepped closer to her as well, he slowly and very carefully-- Remy just seemed so breakable to him-- extended his son to her, perplexed with what exactly he should said to that. Spoken so softly-- he kind of admired her for it. How soft she could make such a passionate emotion sound. He almost grinned at it. In fact, he may have managed a tiny grin-- but his eyes were still on Remy, as were hers. On his son. Merlin, he had a son.

It didn't matter to him, that she was mad. There wasn't anything he could say. He'd prefer she were mad than the unfortunate alternative any day. So he just would let the moment pass for now- he wanted her to meet Remy.

"Remy, this is your Aunt Tigs. Think you could tell her for Daddy how happy you are to meet her?" He said- still speaking to Remy now. He knew she had to recognize the name- as much as he did- but he ignored it as well. Meredith, obviously, had chosen that name.
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He knew. Well good he knew that she was beyond mad at him. Mad at him for allowing her to be taken when she could not - though she was loathe to admit it - take care of herself. No, she had known a while ago that he had not meant for her to go into the psych ward, but really, what did he expect? He knew who she was, who she really was, and she thought that made him ignore what she was to the rest of the world. There was also that little matter of being in that room for over a month...

Deep, calming breaths. Hm. She was a little dizzy from the shallow and far in between ones she'd regulated a few moments ago.

She breathed in sharply when Ryan asked if she wanted to hold him, actually holding out the baby before waiting for her answer, and she almost stepped back. Babies died around her. Two, now that wasn't a coincidence, it was both because who she was. And, and it would be really horrible for this one to have that befall them as well, because...because he wasn't her.

But her arms were already sliding under the offered baby of their own accord, transferring his head to the crook of her arm as she took him and immediately sunk down to the floor, just sat down smoothly right in the middle of the hallway, smiling - yes, she was actually smiling - when he tried to chew on her finger.

Babies were so fragile. So soft, and breakable. So lovable. They just had some connection that pulled at her heard and made her so protective. And yet, despite that all, she really believed...Well, there wasn't any point focusing on that.

"Such an unfortunate name." She sighed, swallowing hard, "But he's so beautiful. Hi Remy."

It literally hurt to have him in her arms. She was fighting to keep that emotionless attitude, when all she really wanted to do was...well, give him back and flee. But she would handle it. She could handle it.

"Why?" She then asked, once she could regulate her voice - despite an underlying tremor - only now looking up at Ryan, and then immediately looking away lest he see that she was really doing a crappy job at being stoic.
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On the name, Ryan gave only a very tiny audible sigh- a nod of agreement. "Not my choice, obviously. And Mere...doesn't know." Nor should she. He wasn't going to tell her. In fact, Meredith, didn't know a lot of his history, did she? The thought pained him. But he just kept telling himself...she had to know. Who he was, who he'd been....she had to know that there were the skeletons in the closet that appeared to be hit with an Engorgement charm. She'd already accepted that they were there. And that was one of the things he loved her for.

He was surprised to see that Tigs had wanted to pull away from his son, from Remy. She loved babies-- wasn't that why she was there, right now? Looking through the window of the NCIU? But then...

He didn't say anything out loud- he just remembered how miserable she'd been, after she had lost her first. How his reasoning with her had been proved futile entirely. How utterly insane she'd been for a few months...Ryan remembered...he remembered. There was no reason to say anything about it; his eyes simply closed for a moment and he nodded. Okay. Well. She, could hold Remy as long as she wanted.

...It wasn't like he was going anywhere, clearly.

Why?

Why had he left her there? Why had he taken her there? He swallowed, and then said as soft as she was, "Because I was scared. I'd thought I had lost you already, and when you walked out of that building...when you walked there- and then let me help you..." His voice paused for a bit and then he died off. He didn't have to say it outloud- a beauty of their friendship lasting that long.

"I was scared."
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"No one should know." Tigs said, biting her lip so she wouldn't say it too harshly, admitting something else was up. "It's over, it's in the past, it's done, I was there when they burnt the bastard."

Hard words, and yet, still, that same tone that she could slip into all too easily. Crying babies weren't as fun to take care of. However, cries meant they were alive, and she shivered, holding the warm baby closer as she explained, this time her voice detached, "I lost another one."

That was where she was not normal. She wasn't tearing up, she wasn't yelling at him, or being pissed off, nor getting sick over it. She just told him like she was commenting on the weather, or the color of Remy's blanket.

Ick. Okay, so she couldn't really stay mad at him. And in reality, she wasn't mad, she was hurt. But anger was the way she covered up everything. Fear, hurt, pain.

"Hmph." Tigs frowned up at him, rocking Remy in her lap, "You were scared that... I was going to die? And you really thought ditching me in the lobby, where any Joe Slum could have seen my face and offed me when I couldn't do anything, or easily refused to treat me, was going to help? And it doesn't take a bloody month to physically heal, Ryan Faye. You just left me there."
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"That wasn't my intention. But you know that." Ryan said, just as simply although he winced a bit at the first bit. He could have laughed at the fact that they'd literally just thought the same thing twice, and yet...he found all he could do was smile a little and shrug.

"Oh."

That changed the moment she told him she'd lost the baby.

If she'd lost the baby...she was very clearly still pregnant. For merlin sakes, if they were making her give birth to a stillborn, he was going to have to work rather hard not to kill them himself. It still was there- that desire, that itch to just make the problem evaporate. Just not as strongly. It just didn't rule him any longer. His face immediately twisted; he softened again and he drew in a sharp breath. Why wasn't she yelling? Why wasn't she absolutely furiously screaming and crying and throwing things? She seemed numb. Absolutely, entirely, numb. Detached. Despite the fact that her words were as her as ever...the facts of her demeanor were alarming him. He'd been there the first time-- she'd lost her mind, as much as he had, and it wasn't something he blamed her for. Not really.

So how in the bloody hell was she so calm?

"Okay." He said, just as softly. Sorry, wouldn't be helpful. If Remy wasn't there? He'd have yelled at her. As it was, he'd rather his son wasn't there. And it wasn't like he could very well hold her right then, when she had Remy in her arms. He leaned over for a moment, running his own finger over Remy's tiny fist and blinking. How unfair was this? He had never wanted to have kids; Tigs, it seemed to him, wanted nothing more. And now she was holding his son, having lost her second chance at it. That was... horrible.

All right then. She had a good hold on Remy. And she wouldn't yell or snap while she did. So he moved around her side for a moment, the moment she finally looked at him, and simply wrapped his arms around her side, pulling her in and hugging her.

No generalized crap. No whispering in her ear. No false promises that would piss her off. And no recitations either.

He just held her.
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"Yeah. I know that." Tigs answered, shrugging a shoulder as she tried to make Remy laugh by tapping his nose, and then tickling her fingers gently over his tummy.

His oh seemed really loud to her, and it was echoing down the hall. Or, perhaps, it was simply echoing in her head. Oh. Oh. It was all she could hear for a while, and she flinched. She was tuning in to what sounds he was making, and the sharp breath just didn't help. She was waiting, she wasn't sure why, for him to be angry with her. For him to confirm everything she'd been thinking in terms of motherhood and taking care of babies - because clearly, she couldn't. She couldn't handle keeping them safe. And it was such and weird, weird thing. She couldn't keep her first baby girl safe. She couldn't keep Forest safe, so she left. She couldn't keep the child now just laying in her stomach safe. She, basically, failed. At life in general, because in general, wasn't babymaking what women were for? She didn't believe that in all sense of the phrase, but she was made like that for a reason, so that she could have kids. And yet, she couldn't have kids. Damnit.

Okay? What was okay? She wasn't okay, the baby wasn't okay, the fact that she has a stillborn in her stomach right then wasn't okay. What was okay?

Fully aware of what he was doing once he started moving, Tigs clenched her jaw and looked down at Remy, just looked at the baby, swallowing back the thickness in her throat. That wasn't fair. She could be completely impassive as long as no one was touching her, and the silent way that he just pulled her to him made her want to cry. It made her feel like she was twelve again, or something, and she'd messed up. He knew she didn't want to hear anything, he knew she hated empty apologizing and pointless cheering. She would get through this. She always did. She just needed time and something to keep her occupied. Thirteen weeks more, and...and perhaps a little time after that before she would be completely back to normal. Maybe.

Tigs took a shuddering breath and just turned, burying her head in his shoulder, her own shaking. She kept Remy in between them, but there was also her big fat stomach there, so Remy had room. Damnit.
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Ryan still said nothing as she leaned her head against his shoulder, her eyes still on his own son and he closed his own. He had nothing really particularly worth seeing; and he'd prefer not to upset her by saying something stupid. He just held her, still, silent, and as warm as he thought he really could be. It had always surprised him; how he may be able to comfort and be so cold at the same time. Not that he really gave his own demeanor that much thought.

When she started shaking, he immediately put his other arm around her, trying to be as steady as she was unsteady- to be there as she had been for him, and to simultaneously keep Remy from being squished. She seemed to have that well in mind, however; Remy was between them with space. And it was because she was clearly still very pregnant. He didn't understand that? But he wasn't asking. Not right then.

He just kept his arms around her, let her cry into his shoulder, let Remy be rocked gently between them, and shut his eyes again. There really wasn't, for him, any moment that he thought this could be inappropriate; him and Tigs had been friends for years. And it wasn't the least bit uncomfortable for him to hold her. With anyone else, it would have been. For them both. But it wasn't-- not for them.

Still he said nothing. Remy, however, seemed to be making tiny, adorable gurgles--as though he were both totally unaware, and also completely aware that something had changed.
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Tigs didn't let herself lose control for too long. Even after she forced her tears to stop, squeezing her watery eyes shut so hard she could see stars, counting to twenty-one. Twenty-one, the age most people were sure she wasn't going to get to. That sometimes she agreed. It wasn't something she felt the need to prove people wrong on. Really, she didn't feel any need to do anything right then, and she found it amusing people did think she did things to spite them. Egotistical, really. [[*cough* was that a jab towards her writer? I think so...]]

He hadn't...hugged her in forever. It was different from the quick hug she'd gotten in diagon, that was just shock she was alive, okay. This was familiar, and she realized that he hadn't hugged her in a really, really long time. There wasn't much need for it, not usually. She didn't break down that often, but even she would admit that being held helped so much more than empty words and tears. Silent comfort. As much as she wouldn't want to say it, she was a people person. She couldn't just do everything herself.

After a few minutes, Tigs turned her face, so she wasn't suffocating herself, but she stayed where she was otherwise. She had to explain, didn't she? Why she was still so huge? Bigger than her twenty seven weeks warranted...

"I lost...one baby. My son. But the stillborn is above my second baby, a girl, and therefore, I have to carry him till labour, and have both. They don't...know if she's going to survive, because of the way they are positioned, and how much room the stillborn is taking up. Boys are usually bigger." Well. She said that with as straight of a voice as she could, uncaring that they were just sitting in the middle of the floor, her clearly in tears, a happy baby between them.

But the fact that she was talking to him about it, letting him know? It was her way of saying she forgave him. Would she tell her sister this? No. She had to be the strong one for her sister right then. Who else would she cry to? No one, that's who. And saying it outloud, wasn't that the first step to recovery or something?

Tigs couldn't explain why she wasn't happy that she still had one more chance. Probably because she had decided she wasn't a fit mother. Probably because the baby's delivery chances were slim. Probably because she had to go through all that pain and agony just to put another child in the ground. Probably.
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That made more sense. In truth, Ryan was grateful that she hadn't lost completely. That there was still a reason for her to be huge that didn't involve him wanting to go Avada the technicians for making her carry full term. Yes, he knew he wouldn't have. He just was glad that he didn't want to. And all right; he was hiding in that-- he was really more glad that she still was going to have a baby.

He didn't mention that, however, as he continued to hold her; she cried herself out shortly, which he had known would be the case since she had started. It didn't matter to him, not really. In allowing him to hold her, in speaking and explaining...Ryan didn't need to ask that it meant she'd forgiven him. In fact, he knew if he had asked-- she'd probably just whack him and end up mad again. So he let it go in theory, deciding to simply accept it regardless. It was what he'd wanted anyways; had he known exactly what would happen if he didn't leave that instant -- although, she didn't seem to know he'd stayed until he was sure Carter had her under that different name -- he still would have instead insisted on bringing a Healer to her.

Same difference. Either way she'd have been pissed at him.

He kept his arms around her, silently stoic and there for her as much as he possibly could be. Ryan didn't flatter himself into thinking he was the only, or even first one she'd told; he was simply glad she had. He was glad she still trusted him, after she'd screamed at him for telling the Aurors in that room she was pregnant in the first place. He didn't believe himself wrong. If he hadn't, his cousin may well have shot her in the stomach, and then she'd have lost both. At least she still had one. It was a truly awful way to look at the death of her second baby, but ... at least she still had one.

He drew in breath for a moment, sharp and pointed- despite it's initial intent as calming. "She'll survive." It was the closest he'd allow himself to any generalized crap; she hated hearing it, he hated saying it. Regardless, he rather believed it true. With Tigs' genes? Oh, she'd survive. "She'll survive, and I bet she'll be kicking my a--hem, before she can talk." He'd forgotten momentarily that they were holding his son together, technically.

Oops. Right. Swearing, children...bad. He knew that. Really.
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Tigs, bringing her attention back to Remy, smoothed his little shirt back down. He seemed happy at least. That sweet, sweet innocence, there wasn't anything for him to be unhappy about until he wanted to eat and no one fed him right away. Wasn't life wonderful when it was that simple?

She wanted it over. She just wanted them out, both of them. There was no more of that initial joy from the beginning, no new mother glowing. She didn't want to carry them anymore. It just hurt now. She was a really small person, small boned, short in stature, but having twins meant she gained a ton of weight in her tummy area, and it was squishing all the rest of her organs. Naturally, that made her back hurt and get tired easily. She'd given up on the glamours simply because it'd look weird for her to walk like she had to now when she had a completely flat stomach.

"She's not kicking anyone anymore." There wasn't even that to let her know one was okay. Not one shove or kick or punch. Hence the belief when they said that she might not survive. "And I don't care. I just want to be done with the whole bloody thing."

It would have been amusing, under any other circumstance, to hear Ryan cover up a curse for the baby, when obviously Remy would not remember one bit of this.
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Ryan decided against continuing on trying to tell her it would work out, and, whatever. It wasn't up to him, he decided. She'd have to believe it on her own- and she didn't at the moment. So he left it alone, continued holding her, and bit his lip instead. After a few more moments of this, Ryan had nodded against her and said instead,

" Understandable. By the way--" Yes, change the subject, Faye. "--I found this, in my bookshelves the other day. " He reached into his robes for a moment and pulled out a tiny paperback novel-- a copy of The Faerie Queene.

This one he actually hadn't read-- considering that it was, he thought, on of Martha's old ones.
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Tigs sighed, straightening up a bit when he let go to pull something out. Her fingers were being nibbled on again, and she looked at Remy's happy face, really wanting to go back to how simple life was before all this mess. It really wasn't fair. It just wasn't, to have to grow up and act like an adult at twelve. Most people her age hadn't gone through any pregnancies, they were partying, out trying to figure out their lives, their careers. Hers had been kind of laid out for her, and she didn't regret it.

She wouldn't have been able to be happy if she'd gone into something like the Ministry, or an auror. Being a deatheater gave her danger, gave her freedom, excused her actions...And she got to play around. But it really was times like these when she just wished, just once, that it was her baby sitting on her lap, and her fiance with his arms around her. Not Ryan, obviously. That would be...

Awkward. Tigs gave a little laugh and straightened up further, glancing down at the book he'd pulled out. The second she saw what it was, she reached over and touched the cover, saying softly, "Not quite the fairy tale you'd want to read to Remy, hmm Ry?"

Merlin, she hadn't read that book since she was...fourteen? It was a good one, easy to be pulled into the drama and surreality of it, but it didn't really have a happy ending. As far as she knew, it was a series, but she hadn't read any more. But then the letter was burning against her jeans and she gave a little exasperated growl, waving her wand so the book was smaller and able to be put in her pocket, and carefully handing Remy back. She used Ryan's shoulder to get up - merlin, it was hard - and then leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Duty calls."
She said dryly, "I'll be downstairs? Come un-bore me? I'm surrounded by idiots."

Tigs rolled her eyes and walked off to head downstairs.
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Chris was checking on a couple of patients on the sixth floor when he could have sworn he saw his sister rush by him after exiting an exam room. "Kel?" he'd called out to her, but she hadn't even looked. It was definitely her. He'd grown up with her; he knew what she looked like. He wondered why she was in such a rush. Probably late for work.

But something wasn't sitting well with him: she had seemed upset. So when he saw Leslie exit the exam room after her, he followed her to the nurse's station. "Leslie, what was Kel in for?" he asked without preamble when he approached her. "She seemed kind of upset when she left."
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Leslie looked up from the file she was reading on one of her patients that was still in the hospital from before she left on maternity leave and she smiled when she saw Chris. "Wouldn't you be upset too if you were just told you had a case of flesh eating disease?" She asked him jokingly.

Tutting him, she closed the file and leaned forward on the desk. "You know I can't tell you, patient-healer confidentiality." She told him, then resumed her chart reading.
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Chris laughed at Leslie's comment, replying, "Well, I think I'd know if my sister had a flesh-eating disease. She looked ok to me." But that didn't mean he knew what was wrong. "Physically ok, I mean." She still had been really upset. He would probably try to go over to her flat later if he couldn't get any answers from Leslie. Actually, he would try to go over there even if he could get answers from Leslie. She was still his sister, and no matter what was going on, he should still go make sure she was all right as her brother.

Still, Leslie was being frustrating as she just brought up Healer-patient confidentiality and then resumed looking at another chart. "You know, she's my sister. It really wouldn't be that bad if you told me," he remarked. "I mean, she's just going to tell me anyways, so I might as well be prepared for the news now." That was a lame reason, but that didn't matter to Chris. He wanted to know.
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Leslie closed her file with a little more force than she intended, and conjured up a bouquet of lillies under the desk and pulled them out with surprise. "OH CHRIS! You shouldn't have! I know I was missed here, but really, its too much! I am surprised you're so attentive to know my favourite flower." She said, holding the bouquet out for Chris to take and her smile faded, but she was still secretly pleased that she made a spectacle for Chris.

She leaned forward, shaking her head still and slid aside the file she was reading to reveal Kelly's. "What is in here, and what was said in that room is between her and I. If she wants to tell you, who am I to argue? But I am sticking to hospital policy here." She said, trying to sound apologetic, but probably failing at it.
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Chris just rolled his eyes at Leslie's gesture. "Flowers for yourself? Really?" he asked, although there was a tiny smile on his face. He was amused, that was for sure. He realized that Leslie's exclamation was attracting them attention, but he was used to being around women who demanded attention. All growing up: his mom's fashion designing business with his aunt had him surrounded by the industry. Models, celebrities and others with general arrogance issues were a norm for him.

And then there was Kimberly. Honestly, the gesture with the flowers was a very Kimberly thing to do. So it made him smile.

He sighed and looked down at Kel's folder. The information he wanted was right there. Did he have access to it? No. "All right. Fine. I'll ask her later."

Looking at the other chart she had, he thought he recognized the name and might have had some updates for her from when she was out. "Hey, what departments are you working today?" he asked, trying to see if that would jog his memory on who the patient was.
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