Marks to remember. [00]
Doctor Grey. Doctor Alastor Grey. This time, the doctor part can't be confused. Today is a much needed day off from trauma center, but he can't help but feel like he should be there. Like he wants to be there.
Grey gives a last swish with the water in his mouth before spitting it into the bathroom sink, tossing the dixie cup into the trash bin, and pulling his shirt over his shoulders. The extensive scarring on his left arm is a familiar sight. Car crash. He was just a kid. Left him with permanent nerve damage in that arm... he can't feel a thing in it.
What isn't so familiar is the hand print on his chest. He almost doesn't notice it, turning towards the shower as he moves to kick off his pants, but he's quick to turn back to the mirror.
A hand print? It's definitely a hand print. That's... a very odd sort of birth mark. He moves closer to the mirror to examine it, and upon doing so, notices again the one just above his left eyelid. He'd never really thought much about that mark, but now that he examines it more closely it looks almost to be shaped like... a butterfly.
Leaning back away from the mirror, he frowns at it, running a few fingers over the mark on his chest. It really does look like a hand print...
Tearing himself away from the mirror at last, he steps into the shower.
Grey gives a last swish with the water in his mouth before spitting it into the bathroom sink, tossing the dixie cup into the trash bin, and pulling his shirt over his shoulders. The extensive scarring on his left arm is a familiar sight. Car crash. He was just a kid. Left him with permanent nerve damage in that arm... he can't feel a thing in it.
What isn't so familiar is the hand print on his chest. He almost doesn't notice it, turning towards the shower as he moves to kick off his pants, but he's quick to turn back to the mirror.
A hand print? It's definitely a hand print. That's... a very odd sort of birth mark. He moves closer to the mirror to examine it, and upon doing so, notices again the one just above his left eyelid. He'd never really thought much about that mark, but now that he examines it more closely it looks almost to be shaped like... a butterfly.
Leaning back away from the mirror, he frowns at it, running a few fingers over the mark on his chest. It really does look like a hand print...
Tearing himself away from the mirror at last, he steps into the shower.