WHO: Emi, Natalia, Martín, Luciano (am I missing anyone-?) WHEN: June 20th, Sunday evening. WHERE: Florence Memorial Hospital WHAT: Paging Dr. Tincho - oh, hay, my soap is on.
Out of breath the dark male slammed his hand on to the reception desk at the hospital. A panicked look upon his face was he wheezed out butchered sentences in Portuguese. The nurse raised a brow pushing a strand of her dyed blond hair behind her ear. She looked around not knowing what to make of the disoriented male barely hanging off her desk. Luciano however ignored her looks of confusion and continued to lazily move his arms up and down trying to convey a message. This only seemed to irritate the nurse. "Sir... Take a deep breath and then I can help you," she said as if speaking to a child. He gave a glare and took in a half breath setting his hand over his chest.
"Emi....D-de....L-leon..." he huffed through parted breaths. The nurse's lips thinned into a line and she sighed. Seeing it pointless to conversant with someone who could barely breath she wrote the room number down on a sheet of paper and handed it to him. Luciano looked down and snatched the paper from her hand. Finally! He thought inwardly and sped off down the hall again. Reaching the Elevators he read the paper and nodded.
Leaning against the elevator wall he continued to pant helplessly. He has ran a mile, at least, to the hospital finding that the cab being stuck in traffic wasn't exactly worth the wait. After all he was already a few days late. He shivered at that. Knowing Emi she should beat him senseless. His shoulders slumped at the thought of it. Once the elevators opened again he had been able catch a portion of his breath.
Gulping down hard he then ran out of the doors and began to scan the hall. He felt his heart race as he approached the door. Feeling his emotion build up he bit his body he took in a deep breath and burst through the door, out stretching his arms not caring about hitting the "doctor" in the face. "Emiiii!!" He called sweetly looking around to see that not only was Emi in the room but also... a pale girl who was restrained to the bed. He turned around to Emi with a puppy dog look. "I-I'm sorry..." he said simply handing her a small shopping bag. With in it that bag it contained her almighty chancla. "...I... I didn't know..." he tried to explain, ignoring the doctor behind him whom he had smacked.
"Emi....D-de....L-leon..." he huffed through parted breaths. The nurse's lips thinned into a line and she sighed. Seeing it pointless to conversant with someone who could barely breath she wrote the room number down on a sheet of paper and handed it to him. Luciano looked down and snatched the paper from her hand. Finally! He thought inwardly and sped off down the hall again. Reaching the Elevators he read the paper and nodded.
Leaning against the elevator wall he continued to pant helplessly. He has ran a mile, at least, to the hospital finding that the cab being stuck in traffic wasn't exactly worth the wait. After all he was already a few days late. He shivered at that. Knowing Emi she should beat him senseless. His shoulders slumped at the thought of it. Once the elevators opened again he had been able catch a portion of his breath.
Gulping down hard he then ran out of the doors and began to scan the hall. He felt his heart race as he approached the door. Feeling his emotion build up he bit his body he took in a deep breath and burst through the door, out stretching his arms not caring about hitting the "doctor" in the face. "Emiiii!!" He called sweetly looking around to see that not only was Emi in the room but also... a pale girl who was restrained to the bed. He turned around to Emi with a puppy dog look. "I-I'm sorry..." he said simply handing her a small shopping bag. With in it that bag it contained her almighty chancla. "...I... I didn't know..." he tried to explain, ignoring the doctor behind him whom he had smacked.
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