𝖇𝖎𝖌 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

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There was a brief moment where Rhys considered refusing something as brief as a sedative for the prospect, but even he wasn’t in that poor of a mood. So instead, he merely nodded curtly, drawing his gaze from the doctor to glance around the small room. It was neat, sterile nearly and the smell reminded him of rubbing alcohol. A typical check-up room, yet the male couldn’t shake the unwelcome nostalgia from edging over his senses. A hundred rooms just like this where he’d spent hours of his childhood, prodded and accused to they will sure something was wrong with him, they just couldn’t figure out what. “He won’t be needing any pain meds for tomorrow, he wants to remember precisely how lucky he was on this occasion.” The words were submitted through a composed tone, but at the next question, one directed towards himself, Rhysand found himself looking towards the doctor again.  "For a bit yeah,“ Pausing, he almost didn’t add on until the words left his lips without his permission. ”–I don’t drink often.“ It was rare that someone bothered to ask Rhysand a question, he was more used to being the guy in the corner, the silent observer always on cue when it came time to get involved. "Do you? Hang out at bars, I mean?”

As Hugo was cleaning that cut, he could tell it wasn’t that deep, certently no broken bottles or knives were used, maybe an impact that caused the skin to rupture, in those cases a head scan could be a good idea, but he choosed to leave that option to be discussed in another time. His eyes were focused on cleaning the wound but he was listening to the man’s words since his patient didn’t seemed like wanting to talk, still, Hugo checked his reaction to the man’s words on him not needing any medication for tomorrow. He didn’t seemed to care. “Don’t worry, I don’t think he’ll need extra medication, the alcohol might knock him down in a few more hours, but he’ll have a pretty bad headache tomorrow.” He shrugged lightly. “Your friend might need your attention when he wakes up.” His words sounded light, kinda like making a joke. Being stuck in the hospital for hours and hours would get boring, so Hugo was a chatty sometimes, trying to get some conversation going was his way of getting people to trust him and make his job easier, was also a good way to calm people’s nerves when needed. That guy seemed to worry about the other one’s health, not quite as brothers, but maybe as friends or something like that. Still, Hugo could tell he didn’t seemed very comfortable on his words, so he would go easy on the chat. “I do like bars.” He nodded as he finished cleaning the wound and now giving a moment of his attention to the guy. “Not gonna lie that I’m more of a go out for food kind of guy, but, you know... working at hospitals can be pretty stressful so a drink after work sometimes help me sleep a lot better.” His flat smile matched his shrugged shoulders. “You don’t drink often as a personal choice?” As a nurse was walking by, Hugo signed for her to bring in the scissors and the rest of the sterile equipments, she gave him a nod and went get things ready. “Good thing is, it’s not a deep cut so I can just put some stitches and he should be fine, but he’ll need that anesthesia.”

Glancing down at the prospect, Rhys compressed his lips into a hardened line. It appeared his buddy had gotten into a bit of a fight with the curb after drinking too much, and it was evident who had won. Not that he cared all that much, but he knew if he didn’t bring the kid in now, it’d be more trouble down the line for the club later. Which was how he’d found himself in the lobby of a poorly lit hospital waiting room, the toe of his book colliding against a plastic chair frame as the pair waited in silence.

It took them at least two hours to be seen, but when the doctor finally called them forward, Rhysand swept his gaze thoughtfully over the other. “The kid drank too much, and met the curb.” Gesturing towards the wide gash on the forehead of the other, he kept his tone neutral. “Needs it stitched up, but you can forget any pain medication.” No, this prospect would learn his lesson when it came to drinking more than he could handle. “Think you can help us, Doc?”

As Hugo had his eyes on the one with a quite painful cut on his forehead, he knew it wouldn’t be easy without at least some local anesthesia. His gaze switched towards the other man, the way he talked sounded like someone who had been rehearsing those words for quite a while by how neutral he sounded, but it wasn’t a problem. “I can give him some stitches, but I got to check the cut first, if it’s too deep I’ll need to give him some sedatives or local anesthesia, the pain might cause him to move while I’m getting it stitched and that could lead to some more issues.” He turned his head back to the man waiting for an approval. “Is that ok?” He asked. Hugo gave him a short confident smile and moved to do his job, opening a small cabinet near the bed and getting the things he would need, wearing the gloves and grabbing some gauze to clean the wound. “This is something pretty common around here, but he’s lucky, I’ve seen people looking way worst after a bar fight.” He let out a sigh as his hands were cleaning the blood with the gauze. “Were you there too? At this bar.”

     It has been three months since Hugo officially started his days living in Burlington, the city was a great place, he was getting used to it on his own terms, but Nikko was happy living there and that’s the important part. Being a doctor, he was used to have some crazy schedules at work, but now, with the snow storm, he was watching more and more people come to the hospital in need of some medical care, and as the oncall resident, it was his job to make sure everyone would get the help they needed. People would often come in with some minor incidents or in need of emercengy surgery, things were always crazy specially with snow and hard winds.

      He had just finished with a patient, getting everything settled and a nurse already asked him to check his tablet for the next one. It would be a busy night, Hugo for sure would spend the night around the patients but that wasn’t really a problem, he was quite used to it. “Alright, what we got here? Crazy night huh?” He asked as he got to the patient’s bed. “I’m doctor Winstton, I’m the oncall resident for tonight. So... can you tell me what happened?”

——— 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨;

I swore I just saw [ DUSTIN MILLIGAN ] though it has been a long time now hasn’t it? So maybe it was just [ HUGO WINSTTON ], and everyone knows they’re [ 30 & DOCTOR ] though they’ve been in town for [ THREE MONTHS ]. Funny how everyone seems to come home at some point, though dare we say we are excited to see them again.