#sam shetty

Examining the case file one more time, Sam found it difficult to keep his jaw from dropping all the way to the ground. Hard. He'd gotten his new patient info for the day, and the word "confused" didn't even begin to cover his feelings in the slightest. Of all of the doctors in the hospital, why the hell was he being assigned such an... important patient? As a resident? And what the hell was going to happen if he screwed this up?

The details were almost blurring on the page, he'd read them so many times. The name was there, but usually the doctor didn't recognize the names of his patients from the headlines of the "Local" section of the papers. He was well-known, to say the least. And it wasn't for anything remotely good. Known criminal, nabbed for robbery and assault. And Sam had to attend to him during his stay post-surgery to remove a bullet. This was going to be fun. (Sam was awful with sarcasm, but this seemed like a situation that required it.)

As a note at the bottom of the file caught his eye, Sam habitually refocused his glasses to take a better look at it. Oh, great. During treatment, he had to communicate with Detective Inspector Mortimer Todd. And allow him access to the patient for questioning once his health had risen a bit more. Sam hated cops. Even when he wasn't doing anything wrong, just knowing that an officer was nearby gave him the creeps and a mad case of paranoia. If he said the wrong thing, or looked any bit suspicious... He couldn't risk being found out. It was unthinkable. The resident doc knew he had to be very,verycareful in the next few weeks. If not... he was in for some serious shit.

The stones of the sidewalk outside his apartment were now a familiar puzzle to Sam. His eyes wandered over them each time he walked in or out, following their pattern and memorizing it so well that if something were to ever happen, he'd remember exactly how they were before, and pick out the one detail out of place. He had a memory for little things like that- patterns, details, the little things. It helped him pick out if something was odd about a conversation, a glance, an encounter, a setting. Not that he ever really shared his findings. Especially if they were to his own benefit.

But knowing the pattern of a sidewalk didn't help Sam much at all. It just made him think a bit more deeply as he made his way down the street toward the tube station. He'd told Lux he was going to visit her during her shift at the pub tonight, and he was anything but a promise-breaker. Besides, it had been ages since he'd really let himself relax a bit, and a good pint (as she'd so helpfully recommended to him) would certainly do the trick. Climbing the stairs down to the station, the doctor pulled out his wallet, paying enough fare for a ride to and from the pub. He really didn't fancy the tube- a walk was so much nicer. The architecture, the people, the fresh air. It allowed Sam to simply meander, an observer of the world around him. On a train, he was limited to just the car he was in, and the people who chose to get on and off that one car. And the scenery- well, there simply wasn't any. But certain places were worth a ride underground, if the walk was tedious. And the pub was one of those places.

Just as he reached the platform, the train pulled up, as if expecting his timeliness and greeting him with a warm smile. He stepped on carefully, gripping the nearest hand rail and tucking his wallet back into the pocket of his leather jacket. He hadn't wanted to look like he'd tried too hard to impress the beautiful bartender, but his hospital scrubs wouldn't even impress a blind Sunday school teacher. So his favourite beat-up leather jacket had won its way out of his closet, along with a basic white tee and jeans. Casual, sharp, but not trying to grab too much attention. Just like Sam himself.

As a lady looked to the seat he stood in front of, Sam motioned for her to take it with a small smile. It wasn't manners or politeness- he simply hated sitting down on the subway. Standing made it easier to slip on and off, not to get too comfortable in any one place. It didn't make sense- after a long day of standing at the hospital, most doctors would prefer a seated ride. But Sam Shetty didn't do things the conventional way, even an ordinary ride on the tube.

"Bond Street."

The animatronic voice pulled Sam out of his own thoughts and back to the present. That was his stop, wasn't it? At least, he remembered Lux saying that. And being unsure... oh, well. Close enough. Nodding to the lady who'd taken the seat behind him, the blue-eyed man turned and quietly exited the train with a few others as the doors slid open, closing swiftly behind him. He turned to watch as the train quickly gathered speed, pulling off into the dark tunnels with a loud whirring noise. Sam was the type to find the sheer beauty in everything, including a train. It was what motivated hisotherwork- to help other people see the beauty for just a bit more of their life. Twisted? Yes. Not unlike Robin Hood, his childhood hero? Perhaps there was truth in that, too. But that didn't matter tonight. Tonight, he wasn't working on anything. He was having fun. Or, he was supposed to be.