[OTA and/or TAG PETER] Celebration of sorts
Chase realised sometime over the course of the morning that he had actually passed his island anniversary. He had been here a little over three years now, and it was surreal to admit. Most of the time, it didn't feel that long, but every now and again, some days just felt like he had been there forever. So much had changed in the last year alone. The more and more time he found himself stuck here, the more and more he became convinced he was supposed to be here. Maybe there wasn't anything back in his old life to go back to, or maybe one really could choose to stay here forever? Theory favoured that, afterall. How could you really ever be ready to go back home, if you wanted to remain here?
The email from Peter had been well-timed, and as Chase indicated, unless the hospital had to see another random disaster on the spur of the moment, he did have the night off and a couple of drinks before spending some time with Peter was just what the doctor ordered... pardon the pun. Just about all of the patients who had fallen victim to the epidemic were now well and truly back on their feet, which was a relief. And then there was Rob, who was back on his feet, but it was a much slower process. The soldier still had regular appointments at the hospital to monitor him, but Chase was more than pleased to see he was feeling a lot better and trying to forge a new life here on the island now that he knew he wouldn't be going back home.
It was quite a bit earlier than the seven pm he had told Peter to meet him, but Chase got off earlier from work than he anticipated. He ordered a cold beer and settled onto one of the stools of the resort bar. He decided to give The Blue Lagoon a miss tonight and went for the much more quiet and intimate location. He didn't want to tackle crowds, he just wanted a nice relaxing drink to unwind after the long week.
The email from Peter had been well-timed, and as Chase indicated, unless the hospital had to see another random disaster on the spur of the moment, he did have the night off and a couple of drinks before spending some time with Peter was just what the doctor ordered... pardon the pun. Just about all of the patients who had fallen victim to the epidemic were now well and truly back on their feet, which was a relief. And then there was Rob, who was back on his feet, but it was a much slower process. The soldier still had regular appointments at the hospital to monitor him, but Chase was more than pleased to see he was feeling a lot better and trying to forge a new life here on the island now that he knew he wouldn't be going back home.
It was quite a bit earlier than the seven pm he had told Peter to meet him, but Chase got off earlier from work than he anticipated. He ordered a cold beer and settled onto one of the stools of the resort bar. He decided to give The Blue Lagoon a miss tonight and went for the much more quiet and intimate location. He didn't want to tackle crowds, he just wanted a nice relaxing drink to unwind after the long week.