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She called him a moron. Then, she kissed him and walked away. Again.
Fitch would be the first to admit that he didn’t know the first thing about relationships, what made them work or not work; he was clueless, mostly just feeling around in the dark when it came to the subject. As bad as all that was, though, it was all a hundred times worse when Jackie was involved. ‘Mixed signals’ didn’t even remotely begin to describe the sort of vibes he picked up from her. And just when he thinks it can’t possibly get any more confusing, like there’s no way in hell she could screw his mind up more than she already has, she proves him wrong.
Man, he hated that. There really was just no winning when it came to her.
He was left standing there, stewing in all his confusion and staring at the stop previously occupied by Jackie. Once his gaze shifted up again, insult was quickly added to injury as he noticed IT standing not five feet away from him.
Who the fuck signed off on a Pill-o-Matix?
"Man, I thought we were getting a Pyxis," he said in a huff, swinging the stethoscope around his neck, letting out a sharp breath in frustration. Eddie had lost his job to this thing? For a Pyxis, sure, that he could easily understand, but not for some second-rate knockoff.
Could his day really get any worse than this?
He attempted to gather what could at least pass for composure as he turned his back on the offending machine and made a grab for the doorknob. Out of sight, out of mind. Except he knew that saying never really applied when it came to him; it’d gnaw away at him all day.
When Fitch finally exits the room, metaphorical tail tucked between him legs, it takes a few moments for the reality of the situation to hit him: He wasn’t in All Saints Hospital anymore. Not any part of the hospital he recognized, at least.
"Okay..." He looked back the way he had just come in order to get his bearings, only that room was completely different now, too. All with the exception of that stupid machine. "Fuuuck," he hissed.
It was official. He’d finally snapped.
Apparently, his day could get worse.
[[Timed to mid-afternoon. First person gets to explain, everyone else can find Coop still in or around the general vicinity of the clinic and lab, thinking he's lost his marbles.]]
Fitch would be the first to admit that he didn’t know the first thing about relationships, what made them work or not work; he was clueless, mostly just feeling around in the dark when it came to the subject. As bad as all that was, though, it was all a hundred times worse when Jackie was involved. ‘Mixed signals’ didn’t even remotely begin to describe the sort of vibes he picked up from her. And just when he thinks it can’t possibly get any more confusing, like there’s no way in hell she could screw his mind up more than she already has, she proves him wrong.
Man, he hated that. There really was just no winning when it came to her.
He was left standing there, stewing in all his confusion and staring at the stop previously occupied by Jackie. Once his gaze shifted up again, insult was quickly added to injury as he noticed IT standing not five feet away from him.
Who the fuck signed off on a Pill-o-Matix?
"Man, I thought we were getting a Pyxis," he said in a huff, swinging the stethoscope around his neck, letting out a sharp breath in frustration. Eddie had lost his job to this thing? For a Pyxis, sure, that he could easily understand, but not for some second-rate knockoff.
Could his day really get any worse than this?
He attempted to gather what could at least pass for composure as he turned his back on the offending machine and made a grab for the doorknob. Out of sight, out of mind. Except he knew that saying never really applied when it came to him; it’d gnaw away at him all day.
When Fitch finally exits the room, metaphorical tail tucked between him legs, it takes a few moments for the reality of the situation to hit him: He wasn’t in All Saints Hospital anymore. Not any part of the hospital he recognized, at least.
"Okay..." He looked back the way he had just come in order to get his bearings, only that room was completely different now, too. All with the exception of that stupid machine. "Fuuuck," he hissed.
It was official. He’d finally snapped.
Apparently, his day could get worse.
[[Timed to mid-afternoon. First person gets to explain, everyone else can find Coop still in or around the general vicinity of the clinic and lab, thinking he's lost his marbles.]]