think me no lesser

He couldn’t find his voice until he was inside, back inside a house that was at least safe from the outside world. Being afraid wasn’t Miguel’s thing. In fact getting involved in the diner fire had been one of the most thrilling experiences since moving to Paraiso. But he couldn’t help but think of Lucy and Ellie afterwards, bringing him to the doctor’s doorsteps to check on them. The rosary beads were shoved into his pocket before finally looking back at Eleanor, giving her a half smile. “Yeah, yeah.. I’m fine. I just wanted to see Lucy.” 

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Once the initial relief had worn off, she could feel herself growing more annoyed. “That’s-” cutting herself off with a sign, she nodded her head once. “-Yeah, okay. She’s asleep, though. Living room. If you wake her up, you have to get her back to sleep.” The tone was jovial, but she meant it. Her shift wasn’t too far away, and she’d hoped for at least a little bit of quiet before the bustle of the hospital. “Are you- are you sure you’re alright? Was anyone hurt?”

Gabe took the proffered coffee with a grateful smile and a slight nod. “Absolutely, though if you ask him, he’ll almost certainly say different.” He was so sick and tired of every pendejo thinking they knew better just because they watched medical television and were obsessed with WebMD. “Thank you, Dr. Barrow, but no, I won’t give him the satisfaction of a third opinion; especially not when he’s just mad he got a Puerto Rican nurse with an attitude.” Sure, the patient hadn’t said anything to him, but he knew the looks by now; not to mention the change in tone. After taking a sip of his coffee, he chuckled at her retail crack. “Exactly! See, you understand, Eleanor, and that is why we get along so well.”

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“Christ,” she mumbled into the top of her cup, “I wouldn’t say you have an attitude! Not really. Not compared to some of the bloody patients, anyway.” The beside manner of any medical professional was always something she enjoyed poking fun at, even if her own wasn’t always the best. Typical British coldness. “I often wonder why I ever changed fields,” Ellie joked, thinking back to her days of working at the local supermarket. She’d give anything to never have to work in one of those again. 

Hours after the fire, Miguel found himself at a familar doorway, sighing after knocking twice. By now the news of Betty’s diner was plastered on all channels, even knocking out the original newspaper’s front page to the blazing fire that engulfed the restaurant. Tattooed fingers clutched onto a string of rosemary beads, thumb grazing along the figure of the Virgin Mary as he waited in silence for Eleanor. When she finally appeared, Miguel took one step back and kept his voice low, knowing it was still early in the morning. “Hey.. Can I come in real quick?” 

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The knock on the door was something she had been anticipating since she’d seen the news. Hoping for and dreading in equal measure. Lucy had been fussy, as if she’d known something was wrong, and she’d only been asleep for an hour. Ellie knew she looked a mess, at least two fingernails bleeding from being bitten so severely. Still, as she opened the door, seeing him, there was a breath of something akin to relief in her lungs. “Are you alright?” She asked, without really meaning to, voice a whisper. Arms were wrapped around her stomach, and she moved to the side to let him, shutting the door when he was through. “What are you doing here?”

Gabe refused to deal with anymore bullshit on this shift. To put it simply, his willpower wouldn’t be able to stop him from throwing punches much longer. “I can not, no I will not, be held responsible for the idiocy of others. That patient can bitch all they want to, but I’m not the one who rode my bike into a tree, and then expected the setting of my compound fraction to be painless. If they don’t like the care they’re getting from me, I’m happy to pass them along. However the doctor’s already done their job, and they’re too busy to come back, so it’s really an administration call at this point. Besides, an emergency room is nothing like a retail store, the customer is not always right; in fact they almost never are.”

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{ jenna coleman / cis female / she, her } ☼― Desert sands and sunset hues, Arizona is home to the one and only { ELEANOR BARROW }. SHE is said to be a { THIRTY FOUR YEAR OLD DOCTOR }, living at Paraiso for almost { TWO } years. They are known to be { + PRAGMATIC } and { + RESILIENT } as well { - RESTLESS } and { - RIGID }. Rumor has it, they are { WORKING WITH THE CRIMSON RIDERS }. ―☾