Game on + @svjevng
His eyebrow was raised; his serious mask was set on, as a patient tried using the ‘pity-card’ to get extra pills for his disease a.k.a. his addiction. “So—this hurts so much?” Nate asked after long moments of silence, watching his patient nod his head as a tear ran down his cheek. At least he tried his best to make this act perfect. Nate was weighing his options, whether or not to give him the pills. Of course he didn’t believe him shit, but it also wasn’t like Nathan really cared if the man would end up having an overdose. Not at all. He threw a glance at his watch, while the poor soul was trying to convince the nurse by now, noticing that his shift was ending. Fuck yes. “Uhm. Nah.” He finally replied, as he let his serious expression fall off and a wide grin appeared on his face. Without waiting for the patients answer, he already pulled off his white coat and bit the nurses goodbye.
The man shook his head at himself; damn he worked so hard the last few days. It was time for a break again, although he just returned from vacation some weeks ago. Maybe he should have changed before jumping into the building his little slave was living in, but he didn’t actually care. He definitely was up for a spontaneous trip to Mexico or Paraguay or some other place like that. “Pack your stuff. We’re going.” Nate announced happily as he entered the girls room without knocking, meeting her confused stare. “Uhm—ew. Maybe you should wear something different. And what’s that mask for? Not even a mask can make a miracle happen, darling.”
