#kalonism

-- “Is your shift more important than your life?” The physician asked as her brows furrowed while etching closer to the two. The nurse bowed politely to her before giving her the situation with him, “It’s alright, I’ll take care of this. Sit down.” Arilynn nodded towards the bed and pulled the curtains closed to give them a bit of privacy from the outside. “Before I begin, what is your name?” She asked and washed her hands at the nearby sink station before pulling on the white gloves.

The new voice addressing him makes anxiety tighten in his chest, and he looks up to see the less-than-enthused expression in a white medical coat. Ah, a doctor. Not a nurse. Right? Theodore obeys, and he slowly seats himself on the edge of the bed, lowering the bloodied rag to place it on the protective wax paper strip covering the bed itself. The fact he’s missing work at the moment and losing money is enough to make his stress run high, but there’s not much he can do. It’s not like he can make deliveries looking like this.

Blood dyed locks of hair bounced weightless upon a full head of thick hair as careful steps guided the dragon through the wide spaced halls of the hospital. His posture straight, firm, despite the lazy expression that dominated his features and the soft touches of a yawn the moment he rounded a corner without looking. All muscle memory at this point as he made his way to your desk. Wondering to himself if you'd be there first or whether he'd beat you to the punch.

Either way, it'd be a surprise and he'd hope a good one. His imagination playing out different scenarios cute enough to bring a smile to those lips in an attempt to keep his attention off the sting his nose felt from the medicine and the harsh cleaning chemicals used to hide that and other things from the human nose. Yet to him it was a horrible cocktail which use to trigger his gag reflex rather violently in his youth.

With the sound of thin metal shifting under his weight as he stepped onto the threshold of the office, he'd lean in. Hair sliding with the change in weight and tickling his skin while settling to its new position. Lush foresty orbs looking for signs of life and much to his dismay, or delight actually... you were there. Eyebrows tensed with focus. He didn't know what you'd been working on, it didn't matter. His surprise was important.

"Ah... doctor. I seem to be sick." That fluttery rasp of a vocal tone touching the air with every word as he moved in closer. Lips pulling wide enough for those sparkly whites to peek through. His hand raising up and shaking a rather bland looking lunch bag, with the clutter of shifting chopsticks and a spoon thudding out from inside. "A little birdy told me you had a hell of a night, so.. naturally being the awesome friend I am. I came with nutrients." His gaze shifted to look around the room. Before settling back on to you.

          “Are we lost? Because I’ve never been to this part of the city, and I am a little concerned for my own well-being right now.”

The worried expression on her face had soon disappeared after her friend answered her inquiry. It bothered her that she hadn’t touched the meal she ordered a while ago. Thoughts of her friend being sick flooded her mind, yet it was soon replaced with a sigh of relief. ❝And to think you had a bad case of stomach flu.❞ A smile began to slowly spread upon the actress’ lips. Though she didn’t mind eating healthily, she too, luckily, craved something sweet. Was it because there was a growing child in her womb that her cravings escalated from something healthy to anything that is greasy? Truth be told, she have been craving ice cream and a side fries. A perfect combination to fill her picky palate. ❝I don’t mind. Though I’m watching what I eat most of the time, I think a little cheat day won’t be too bad. Shall we find another place to eat then? I’m sure you’ll get your appetite back once you’ve eaten what you’ve been craving for.❞

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At this point, those four words have graced her ears perhaps more than anything else in the world. (Right up there with ‘Don’t do that!’ and ‘Are you … okay?’—just to mention a few.) Incredibly rare were the occasions where she actually had a valid answer to contest their astonishment, and it wasn’t hard to tell that this was not going to be one of those occasions.

Stray gravel stick to her forearms as she rises to a more upright position, collapsing with both legs folded on either side of her against asphalt. There’s mild dread that adorns her features, made worse by the intimidating figure that loomed over her when she finally looks up. It almost feels as if she was caught breaking the school rules back in high school. (To think the years post-graduation did little to change her.)

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