Tas E. Oneeri

Lexie was looking over the results as she walked towards Tas’s room. She open the door, walked in and felt something hit her head, scaring her. She jumped and looked up to see a … monster… that was made of various supplies in the room. “Jesus you scared me,” laughed Lexie. “I didn’t realize arts and crafts time had started.”

Jo couldn’t help but laugh, he had a point. “I mean.. Yeah of course.. But..” she tried to argue and couldn’t. “Can I at least help you sit down.. The seat opposite me is less red sea and more blue seat..?” attempting a bad joke before smiling at him again. “Let me get you something else to eat.” she suggested and looked around, people had stopped staring as much so she wasn’t as stressed.

“Good to know.. I’ll remember that…” she trailed off waiting for him to tell her his name, seemingly a good point as any.

“Are you sure?” she asked in her doctor mode because she still cared about the well-being of others over herself. “You’ll be less surprised to hear that this isn’t the worst thing that I’ve been drenched in during my career..” trailing off and giving the stranger a weak smile.

She paused, and then shrugged, because at first she did want to shout, but her own memories of being screamed at for a mistake flashed in her mind and she managed to restrain herself - no one ever deserved that. “It’s okay.. I mean. I was an accident, you didn’t set out to do this.. Unless you did..” she paused and gave him a wave of the hand, taking some of the napkins and wiping herself down some more. “I guess I am, and wearing red and tasting it and smelling it..”

Jo was excited for lunch, she’d been busy following around the ER and supporting whenever she could but she’d been so rushed off of her feet that she could feel her stomach growling and she was worried she’d pass out before she got a chance to eat. Finally her superior dismissed her and she managed to follow a crowd straight to the lunch hall and grabbed her self an array of food to get her through the rest of her shift. She was just blitzing her way through a bowl of fries, having chosen to sit completely alone so she could inhale her food without having to worry about talking to anyone - when suddenly, all she could see was red, dripping down her head.

She jumped up and yelped, the soup covering her entire frame and she shuddered before blinking through the thick liquid to find the culprit. When she came face to face with a young guy, in a scrub top - with a cane.. Yet she didn’t recognize him.  “It.. .it’s okay..” she managed to shudder out inside of the slew of abuse she wanted to yell out, the cane mellowing her instantly. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

Tas started to scramble to try and grab some napkins once he’d recovered from his shock, shaking his head, “What? No-I’m fine I think, but you’re completely covered.” He winced, looking at the palm of his hand that he’d used to catch himself as he grabbed some nearby napkins off an empty table. Definitely bruised at the least, he hoped he hadn’t hit the table hard enough to fracture anything. 

If I wouldn’t lose my job, I’d push you outta that chair. [Puffs out his cheeks] I ain’t ever bottomed.

[Slightly offended look] “Soft Bottom Boy”? Excuse my french, but what the hell does that even mean? I ain’t no bottom-

I mean, of all the shirts I’ve seen you wear, that one is the least offensive one. Cute sweater, though. [Grins playfully]