LOG; not letting them close; ALANA + JESSE
who: Alana and Jesse.
what: Alana pushing Jesse, Jesse snapping back (for once).
It had been a long night, and it hadn't exactly gone as Jesse had hoped, expected, or planned. The plan had been to have a fun evening dancing and talking to people he didn't know, but what had happened had quickly dashed any plans he'd had of a good evening. Vienne had been taken to one of the hospitals that wasn't the Queen Mary, so knowing procedure he wouldn't even be able to get close to her, and would just have to wait for updates through the grapevine.
Still, Vienne was a nice girl, and he couldn't figure out why someone would shoot her of all people. There were much dodgier looking people at the party.
After that he'd taken his date home, and then gone and taken a shower in his apartment and sat up for several hours watching late night TV. He'd fallen asleep at one point, because his alarm woke him up in time to get dressed for work, and he shuffled in, same as usual, and pushed things to the back of his head, because he had to worry about his own patients, not the patients of another hospital.
Still, he was grateful for the down time he had, and took advantage of a break in his rounds to grab a nap on the couch in the break room. The daytime soaps that were always on made excellent white noise.
News from other hospitals, news that was quieted for the sake of it not getting out, rarely reached Alana, so when Jesse came in late, she glanced in his direction and glared with everything she had to make it obvious that she was annoyed with him. The night before had been a little hectic. Someone stupidly injured themselves on the ruins of the park, and someone else had tried to help them and had injured themselves just as well--it had been someone that could have been prevented. Without two of the doctors because of that stupid charity event (she doubted Amy and Jesse could afford to donate, so she didn't know why they were going), they were short, and they had to depend on the interns that often couldn't keep their heads on their shoulders half the time.
She had slept at the hospital, and it was obvious, but she had another shift in the morning. After checking on one of her patients--her smile faded the moment her back was to the elderly woman--she headed toward the break room to procure herself some coffee. As she entered the room, she noticed the other resident stretched out on the couch. She waited to disturb him, instead working on sticking her mug in the microwave to make sure it was nice and hot, and the moment the humming sound entered the room, she walked over to him, raised her foot, and nudged her toe against his side. Only it was bordering on a kick.
"Party too hard, Tyler?" she asked, not feeling polite enough to his first name.
Jesse jerked awake at the nudge, instinctively shifting further into the couch and wincing, his side aching slightly from where her foot connected. He blinked up at her before rubbing his eyes and yawning, frowning a little and not bothering to reply before he was sitting up and rubbing a hand through his hair to make sure it hadn't done anything like get flattened out while he'd been asleep.
"Nice to see you too, Alana." He yawned again, glancing at his watch. He still had time before he needed to head out and check on a few people. And since his beeper hadn't gone off, no one was in urgent need of him.
"It's not," she snapped instantly. Alana usually kept those statements inside, but she wasn't exactly in a good mood. The night, the fact that they hadn't remembered her--not that she wanted to be, but they usually dragged her to these functions--and now the fact that he was sitting here, asleep, like he probably slept with that annoying nurse (was she a nurse? Alana hardly paid attention) and was hungover didn't exactly make things good for her.
"You shouldn't come in to work hungover. We're supposed to be good examples for our patients." Never mind the fact that the other doctors came in to work regularly hungover, but at least she never seemed particularly pleased about that, either.
Jesse really wished she'd wait until he was a little more awake until she started picking on everything that was wrong with him. It also was a really bad day, considering the night before, and he had other things to worry about than whether or not Alana was having a good day.
"I'm not hungover. I didn't even drink last night." He frowned at her, before glancing away and rolling his shoulders, wincing slightly as he cracked his back. It was probably a bad idea to sleep on the couch, but he had a long shift today, he'd take what he could get, but he hated those stupid bunks in the rooms for doctors working over night to catch some rest in.
"I imagine you couldn't help but have a gander at her panties, then." It was crude, but she was irritated. If he wasn't hung over, it was the only natural way to look at it. Alana didn't fault someone for having sex. It was a perfectly natural part of a human behavior, and it was enjoyable--but it shouldn't have issues with work. Her own arrangements certainly didn't, and even if they weren't enjoyable all the time, at least she was being mature about them.
"I shouldn't be surprised." The microwave, she realized, had turned off already. Alana abruptly turned away from him and went to retrieve her coffee.
Jesse looked slightly appalled by her insinuations, and stared at her with a look of complete disbelief that she could be so completely rude to him. Really, he knew she didn't like him very much. He'd always figured he could break through that barrier since on some days she seemed to not mind him TOO much, and he was hopeful that there was a decent person underneath all that bitch, but as the days wore on he was less and less sure of that.
He watched her move towards the microwave, finding his voice again. "You know, if you've got a problem with me, if you could just come out and say it, that would be just dandy." There was obvious sarcasm in his voice, and a bit of an edge. He hated being accused of things he hadn't done.
Because on some days, she didn't have a patient that was dying because his heart couldn't make it to him. On some days, she wasn't sitting and trying to keep her hand off the man's forehead. On some days, she was living a peaceful existence. People bothered her, like they always would, but at least she could find something that she didn't mind in the world. Those were the days where she let them drag her out, and they didn't seem to be wanting to maintain that. It was irritating, but at least they didn't stop.
"Because, Tyler," she began, her accent a little thicker than usual because she was angry. "You think all your life is about happiness and enjoyment. 'Let's all have drinks!' instead of 'Let's worry about work!' Sense doesn't seem to occur to you, does it? Not often? Didn't think so." She almost let "mate" slip out, but she had a little dignity. She straightened up after stopping her tongue. "Eating patients' puddings, going to charity events and coming in half-asleep because you can't understand that this is a job. A career like this isn't fun and games. I thought you would have learned that before you even entered medical school. Did you do it on a bet? 'Bet you lot that I can make it through.' Wouldn't be surprised." It was a ramble and she didn't mean any of it, but it still felt good.
Jesse stood calmly, forcing himself to keep a level head because he knew he couldn't control his powers when he got upset, but he was just barely containing it, and he wiped his hands off on his scrub pants and looked at her again.
"I take my job seriously, and if you'd spend ten minutes to take that stick that you've got shoved up your back end out, you'd see that I've done a hell of a lot here, I'm a good doctor, and I'm a good person. Just because I try to make the situation a bit lighter doesn't mean I'm taking it any less seriously." He was surprised at how calm his voice sounded, and started towards the door. Then he turned back, and looked at her again.
"And for the record, the nice girl who was heading up the charity last night was shot, and is lying in Queen Elizabeth Hospital right now fighting for her life, and that is why I am so tired today, but you didn't bother to find out why I was really tired, you just assumed the worse, because I'm just a slackoff jerk, right?" His hand was balled up at his side, and he was trying not to insult her directly, but it was hard. Alana had just as many flaws as he did, and he hated that she acted like she didn't have any. He was just tired of being treated like he was a little kid.
"If you decide to melt that icy attitude of yours any time soon, let me know. Otherwise, just give Amy any paperwork connected to patients we've both been covering." With that he walked out of the room. He usually wouldn't just block someone out like this, and he'd probably go back and apologize later after agonizing over it in his head, but right now he was tired of it, and it was a bad day and he just wished he could go home.
Just as he had listened to her, she listened to him, but she wasn't as good at keeping her resolve. The more he went on, the more she became angry, and though the part about the girl upset her, momentarily, asking to be off the same patients as her upset her. One of those patients was the man with the heart condition. It was the man that would die if another person didn't come in within a week to provide their heart. And that meant someone would have to die.
Alana narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to speak, to tell him off, but no sound came out. Her coffee was getting cold, because coffee tended to do that. She was angry, but she didn't think it was at him--it was at herself. The full ramification of what he had said hit her and she was forced to end up sitting down just where he had been a few moments before. She bent over and thought about it and it disgusted her. A girl had been shot.
Icy attitude. She was a doctor and cared about people. She drew in a sharp breath and looked toward the doorway. Coffee. Patients. Did he think that? Did he really think so little of her? Alana didn't exactly know why it bothered her, because she rarely let what people said get to her. People didn't matter if they were her colleagues. They were just other people that could weigh her down if they got too close.
After dwelling on it for ten minutes, she got up, poured out her coffee, and returned to the floor like nothing happened.
what: Alana pushing Jesse, Jesse snapping back (for once).
It had been a long night, and it hadn't exactly gone as Jesse had hoped, expected, or planned. The plan had been to have a fun evening dancing and talking to people he didn't know, but what had happened had quickly dashed any plans he'd had of a good evening. Vienne had been taken to one of the hospitals that wasn't the Queen Mary, so knowing procedure he wouldn't even be able to get close to her, and would just have to wait for updates through the grapevine.
Still, Vienne was a nice girl, and he couldn't figure out why someone would shoot her of all people. There were much dodgier looking people at the party.
After that he'd taken his date home, and then gone and taken a shower in his apartment and sat up for several hours watching late night TV. He'd fallen asleep at one point, because his alarm woke him up in time to get dressed for work, and he shuffled in, same as usual, and pushed things to the back of his head, because he had to worry about his own patients, not the patients of another hospital.
Still, he was grateful for the down time he had, and took advantage of a break in his rounds to grab a nap on the couch in the break room. The daytime soaps that were always on made excellent white noise.
News from other hospitals, news that was quieted for the sake of it not getting out, rarely reached Alana, so when Jesse came in late, she glanced in his direction and glared with everything she had to make it obvious that she was annoyed with him. The night before had been a little hectic. Someone stupidly injured themselves on the ruins of the park, and someone else had tried to help them and had injured themselves just as well--it had been someone that could have been prevented. Without two of the doctors because of that stupid charity event (she doubted Amy and Jesse could afford to donate, so she didn't know why they were going), they were short, and they had to depend on the interns that often couldn't keep their heads on their shoulders half the time.
She had slept at the hospital, and it was obvious, but she had another shift in the morning. After checking on one of her patients--her smile faded the moment her back was to the elderly woman--she headed toward the break room to procure herself some coffee. As she entered the room, she noticed the other resident stretched out on the couch. She waited to disturb him, instead working on sticking her mug in the microwave to make sure it was nice and hot, and the moment the humming sound entered the room, she walked over to him, raised her foot, and nudged her toe against his side. Only it was bordering on a kick.
"Party too hard, Tyler?" she asked, not feeling polite enough to his first name.
Jesse jerked awake at the nudge, instinctively shifting further into the couch and wincing, his side aching slightly from where her foot connected. He blinked up at her before rubbing his eyes and yawning, frowning a little and not bothering to reply before he was sitting up and rubbing a hand through his hair to make sure it hadn't done anything like get flattened out while he'd been asleep.
"Nice to see you too, Alana." He yawned again, glancing at his watch. He still had time before he needed to head out and check on a few people. And since his beeper hadn't gone off, no one was in urgent need of him.
"It's not," she snapped instantly. Alana usually kept those statements inside, but she wasn't exactly in a good mood. The night, the fact that they hadn't remembered her--not that she wanted to be, but they usually dragged her to these functions--and now the fact that he was sitting here, asleep, like he probably slept with that annoying nurse (was she a nurse? Alana hardly paid attention) and was hungover didn't exactly make things good for her.
"You shouldn't come in to work hungover. We're supposed to be good examples for our patients." Never mind the fact that the other doctors came in to work regularly hungover, but at least she never seemed particularly pleased about that, either.
Jesse really wished she'd wait until he was a little more awake until she started picking on everything that was wrong with him. It also was a really bad day, considering the night before, and he had other things to worry about than whether or not Alana was having a good day.
"I'm not hungover. I didn't even drink last night." He frowned at her, before glancing away and rolling his shoulders, wincing slightly as he cracked his back. It was probably a bad idea to sleep on the couch, but he had a long shift today, he'd take what he could get, but he hated those stupid bunks in the rooms for doctors working over night to catch some rest in.
"I imagine you couldn't help but have a gander at her panties, then." It was crude, but she was irritated. If he wasn't hung over, it was the only natural way to look at it. Alana didn't fault someone for having sex. It was a perfectly natural part of a human behavior, and it was enjoyable--but it shouldn't have issues with work. Her own arrangements certainly didn't, and even if they weren't enjoyable all the time, at least she was being mature about them.
"I shouldn't be surprised." The microwave, she realized, had turned off already. Alana abruptly turned away from him and went to retrieve her coffee.
Jesse looked slightly appalled by her insinuations, and stared at her with a look of complete disbelief that she could be so completely rude to him. Really, he knew she didn't like him very much. He'd always figured he could break through that barrier since on some days she seemed to not mind him TOO much, and he was hopeful that there was a decent person underneath all that bitch, but as the days wore on he was less and less sure of that.
He watched her move towards the microwave, finding his voice again. "You know, if you've got a problem with me, if you could just come out and say it, that would be just dandy." There was obvious sarcasm in his voice, and a bit of an edge. He hated being accused of things he hadn't done.
Because on some days, she didn't have a patient that was dying because his heart couldn't make it to him. On some days, she wasn't sitting and trying to keep her hand off the man's forehead. On some days, she was living a peaceful existence. People bothered her, like they always would, but at least she could find something that she didn't mind in the world. Those were the days where she let them drag her out, and they didn't seem to be wanting to maintain that. It was irritating, but at least they didn't stop.
"Because, Tyler," she began, her accent a little thicker than usual because she was angry. "You think all your life is about happiness and enjoyment. 'Let's all have drinks!' instead of 'Let's worry about work!' Sense doesn't seem to occur to you, does it? Not often? Didn't think so." She almost let "mate" slip out, but she had a little dignity. She straightened up after stopping her tongue. "Eating patients' puddings, going to charity events and coming in half-asleep because you can't understand that this is a job. A career like this isn't fun and games. I thought you would have learned that before you even entered medical school. Did you do it on a bet? 'Bet you lot that I can make it through.' Wouldn't be surprised." It was a ramble and she didn't mean any of it, but it still felt good.
Jesse stood calmly, forcing himself to keep a level head because he knew he couldn't control his powers when he got upset, but he was just barely containing it, and he wiped his hands off on his scrub pants and looked at her again.
"I take my job seriously, and if you'd spend ten minutes to take that stick that you've got shoved up your back end out, you'd see that I've done a hell of a lot here, I'm a good doctor, and I'm a good person. Just because I try to make the situation a bit lighter doesn't mean I'm taking it any less seriously." He was surprised at how calm his voice sounded, and started towards the door. Then he turned back, and looked at her again.
"And for the record, the nice girl who was heading up the charity last night was shot, and is lying in Queen Elizabeth Hospital right now fighting for her life, and that is why I am so tired today, but you didn't bother to find out why I was really tired, you just assumed the worse, because I'm just a slackoff jerk, right?" His hand was balled up at his side, and he was trying not to insult her directly, but it was hard. Alana had just as many flaws as he did, and he hated that she acted like she didn't have any. He was just tired of being treated like he was a little kid.
"If you decide to melt that icy attitude of yours any time soon, let me know. Otherwise, just give Amy any paperwork connected to patients we've both been covering." With that he walked out of the room. He usually wouldn't just block someone out like this, and he'd probably go back and apologize later after agonizing over it in his head, but right now he was tired of it, and it was a bad day and he just wished he could go home.
Just as he had listened to her, she listened to him, but she wasn't as good at keeping her resolve. The more he went on, the more she became angry, and though the part about the girl upset her, momentarily, asking to be off the same patients as her upset her. One of those patients was the man with the heart condition. It was the man that would die if another person didn't come in within a week to provide their heart. And that meant someone would have to die.
Alana narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to speak, to tell him off, but no sound came out. Her coffee was getting cold, because coffee tended to do that. She was angry, but she didn't think it was at him--it was at herself. The full ramification of what he had said hit her and she was forced to end up sitting down just where he had been a few moments before. She bent over and thought about it and it disgusted her. A girl had been shot.
Icy attitude. She was a doctor and cared about people. She drew in a sharp breath and looked toward the doorway. Coffee. Patients. Did he think that? Did he really think so little of her? Alana didn't exactly know why it bothered her, because she rarely let what people said get to her. People didn't matter if they were her colleagues. They were just other people that could weigh her down if they got too close.
After dwelling on it for ten minutes, she got up, poured out her coffee, and returned to the floor like nothing happened.