Where: St. Mary’s Hospital.
Who: Anyone.
Bennett allowed his hands to hang comfortably in the loose pockets of his white lab coat, the fabric near the back of his thighs moving with the breeze that was created as he walked. He gave a friendly nod and momentarily smile to every person he passed by, both colleagues and patients, feeling completely in his element while in his place of work. It was in his blood to be a caregiver, ultimately — he had a line of practitioners in his family and so, despite his years of dedication and hard work, the skills he had acquired came to him with a sense of naturalism. Some days, not that he would admit it, but it felt as though he was operating on pure instinct — adrenaline and endorphins taking over so much that he felt as though he was moving fluidly and without much thought. It was completely mechanical, his hands knowing exactly what to do even in times when things were going completely off the rails.
“Doctor Delaney, there’s somebody in the waiting room asking for you.” One of the people at the front desk called to him as he leaned on the counter, interrupting his casual conversation with one of the working nurses on the other side of the desk. With a friendly nod, Bennett finished up his conversation and moved toward the elevators, taking the next few floors to ponder curiously about who could be wanting his attention.
And in a matter of steps, he would find out.
“You were asking for me?” He asked, eyebrows raising as he stepped into the waiting room, the chairs flooded with people waiting to be seen or heard or helped.
