ย ย A toothy grin flashed across Silasโ features as he rested his cheek against his propped up knuckle. He chuckled softly before speaking. โJokes, Miss Winters. I just went in to clean a deep wound and apply stitches. You know how some patients are.โ Silas would scoot himself to the other end of his table to a cabinet, it was as old as the building itself by the looks of it and even theย grating creak it made as Silas opened and closed one of its drawersย would aid in that fact, though it would only be moments before he recovered a manila folder.
ย ย He returned to his spot, the light above him bright as he flipped it open to read.ย โAh, here it is.โ He hummed after pushing his frames up the bridge of his nose.ย โThe patient is healing nicely, nothing to worry about. Oh! I also noted weโre almost out of anesthetic, if youโre willing to make your way downstairs you should hand if off to an orderly, theyโll know what to do.โ
ย ย ย ย Red lips stretch into a grin that mirrorโs the surgeons when he affirms it was simply teasing; nothing serious. She wouldnโt dwell on the fact that she had no issue with taking him seriously in the first place. No need for that.ย โAh, thank you.โ She says once the folder is handed off to her and she flips through it while listening to Silasโ request.ย โI was heading downstairs anyway, Iโll take care of it.โ
ย ย ย ย With that the executive pulls her phone from her skirt pocket to check the time, giving a grunt at what she sees.ย โItโs nearly lunch, would you like to join me for coffee?โ Since the two of them were due for a break, she didnโt see why it would hurt to invite the man with her.ย โI could let you into the executive lounge... Itโs got the best creamer.โ
