I still have my health, at least that's what they tell me

[everythingroses]

Characters: Rosiel, Doctor Angelicus
Content: After hearing from her on the network, Rosiel wanted to meet with Doctor A. Why? He actually didn't say...
Location: Rockefeller University Hospital
Time of day: Probably rather inappropriately soon after he invited himself
Warnings: Rosiel's still as batty as ever...

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[theangelisin]

That particular room hadn't been her destination. Actually, she'd been on her way to fetch something out of the cafeteria on the first floor, but when she passed by the hallway containing that room, she heard the unfamiliar laughter and stopped. It didn't sound like Fran. Perhaps it was Doctor Stein?

She drifted over to the door, peering cautiously into the room. Curiosity faded into a most subtle expression of annoyance when she saw who it was. "Rosiel," she said flatly.

Well, he'd said he wanted to visit. She hadn't quite been aware that he meant immediately.

[everythingroses]

He turned to look at her, unembarrassed, as though Doctor Angelicus walking in on him laughing at a syringe was a perfectly normal thing to happen, and not worth remarking over. In fact, before he spoke to her, he turned his eyes back to the needle, turning it around in his hands.

"I hope you don't mind that I'm here," he said, as if speaking to the object in his hands, his voice even, neither apologetic nor sad. "I was feeling alone."

[theangelisin]

"You have a right to be wherever you like," she replied, voice still flat.

With that, she fell back and turned to continue on her way toward the cafeteria. (Oh, but she fully expected him to be obnoxious enough to follow her. He seemed the persistent type.)

[everythingroses]

Rosiel's cheeks burned as he turned to look over his shoulder and realized she'd simply moved along.

Someone like Rosiel didn't lower himself to the level of following other people around like a dog. If he thought of the situation as if he were still in heaven, it should have been beneath him even to come here. But the silence around him had become unbearable. And, anyway, he wasn't in heaven anymore. Who was watching him? Who knew? Who cared?

Nobody. It was maddening, but it was also good to move freely.

He got up and walked out into the hall, telling himself he simply wanted to see where she'd gone.