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The two paramedics carting the girl in nodded, having been … educated into compliance over the course of the ambulance trip. Lensherr replied in kind and rolled his neck, working out the tension of the flight.
He should be grateful he supposed. It had certainly been faster than a taxi.
An overweight nurse with androgenic (difficult to tell with the amount of estrogen those fat stores would be secreting) alopecia started to contradict him, strutting out from behind the reception. His headache protested. Damn - would all the nurses be dressed in purple?
“Hey! Hey, you - you can’t just come in here like that you know! This is a proper hospital, not some free clinic you flight medics can use as a disposal bin.” Erik had at least a meter’s head start towards the elevator well, but the indignant man hurried after him, shouting for security loud enough that Erik was obliged to slow down. Once in hearing distance Erik grimaced and turned his head over his shoulder, unwilling to completely break stride.
“Three points. One, I am not a flight medic, though - point two - I have been on a plane with a rapidly deteriorating twenty two year old female since twenty-one hundred my time and my patience it suffering for it. Three, from - oh, say - now I am an attendant at this hospital, my name is Erik Lensherr.” He caught the lift door before it closed slipping inside and shrugging off his jacket in the same movement, the chrome panels sliding shut on the double chins of the nurse’s bewildered expression.
It was a satisfying look. Erik replayed it in his mind’s eye, even as his brain fragmented, one part sifting through the observations he had garnered from watching the girl during the flight, another wishing the elevator music would give up rather than playing through its own static.
“Why multiply by two?”
Surprised, and then disconcerted by being caught unawares Erik snapped around to meet the source of the question. A pair of blue eyes stared curiously up at him -
- a child?
No.
He almost shook himself, catching the tremor in his shoulders before it could give him away.
No, it was a man. 5’7”, his age - maybe a little older - with smile lines ornamenting those strange, innocent eyes. He wasn’t dressed in a lab coat but he had a clipboard beneath his arm, and an air of self-possessed calm that no patient would wear. Patients, to Erik’s knowledge, oscillated between blind-fear and blind-relief.
He returned himself to the question, his mouth moving almost automatically, but eloquent in a way that he only managed when he was discussing medicine, “If she was travelling it meant that it wasn’t serious enough to keep her bedridden. The boyfriend isn’t the observant type; any symptoms he noticed will have been the more serious ones, late stage and with a fever this violent - it has to have been gathering force over a considerable time frame.” He calculated briefly, “Three weeks at least. I doubt he’ll give the orderlies more than ten days.”
There was a period of consideration, as the lift slipped between the floors, settling onto the third. The man was still looking at him, smiling thoughtfully and said, “I’d make it three.”
Erik’s face flinched towards a scowl, “I didn’t invite your opinion.”
“But you won’t disregard it. The girl is Irish.” The man stepped towards the doors as they began to open, “It was nice to meet you Dr Lensherr.”
A/N: Not that happy with this. May write more or edit. I'm very open to opinions guys so, yeah, throw in your two cents 'cause I'm damn worried about getting the characters wrong.
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Charles was adorable and Erik was wonderfully crabby. I like that Charles has already captured Erik's attention. I can't wait to see where this goes next.
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Oh, glad you noticed! I've made sure his childhood is as angsty as the original. And Shaw's lurking around too. Thanks so much for the feedback.
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