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"Quit it!" Fitch scolded, slapping the drawer closed to prevent any further snooping. The man was a cocaine addict -- he'd seen it with his own eyes -- and for all he knew he probably did heroin, too, so keeping a sharp eye on the syringes was probably a good idea.
"I quit," Lew responded, hands up in surrender before he folded his arms across his chest. "The quicker you fork over a replacement, the quicker I'll be outta your hair."
True as that was, Fitch was a little reluctant to fork anything over so hastily. The man had just had a severe allergic reaction in public, probably scared anyone else who happened to be in the kitchen half to death, and all he wanted was a new EpiPen so he could continue on his way like all he did was sneeze. It was probably all the drugs speaking. "You could at least let me check you out. It'll take all of a couple of minutes." Surely his body wouldn't go into coke withdraw within the span of a few minutes, and he doubted Lew really had anything better to do than stick around and make sure he didn't have a concussion due to cracking his head on the kitchen tile when he went down.
"Again, I'm fine. Only way I'd be better is if--"
"--if I forked over a replacement. Yeah, I got it."
"Got it in one. It happens. Or it does to me, anyway. It's a nuisance, sure, but that's about it. Save the doctoring for the line of sick people behind me," Lew said, hitching a thumb over his shoulder.
There was no line, much to Fitch's disappointment.
"Right..." None of that made him any less reluctant, but Lew's stubbornness obviously wasn't going to let up any time soon. Finally retrieving a fresh EpiPen, he handed it over to the other man before taking a seat and jotting a few things quickly into his file.
"Pleasure doing business with you, doc," he said, hefting up his pants and heading for the door. "We should do it again never." Not because he had anything against the good doctor, but anaphylactic shock wasn't exactly the most pleasant experience.
"Next," Fitch said on a quiet sigh once he was alone. He could at least pretend that line Lew mentioned was a real one.
[Tag Fitch in the clinic or Lew on his way out, a bit before he's due to teach his class. You're free to have had your pup witness his allergic reaction, which would have been like this. ST/LT are fine.]
"I quit," Lew responded, hands up in surrender before he folded his arms across his chest. "The quicker you fork over a replacement, the quicker I'll be outta your hair."
True as that was, Fitch was a little reluctant to fork anything over so hastily. The man had just had a severe allergic reaction in public, probably scared anyone else who happened to be in the kitchen half to death, and all he wanted was a new EpiPen so he could continue on his way like all he did was sneeze. It was probably all the drugs speaking. "You could at least let me check you out. It'll take all of a couple of minutes." Surely his body wouldn't go into coke withdraw within the span of a few minutes, and he doubted Lew really had anything better to do than stick around and make sure he didn't have a concussion due to cracking his head on the kitchen tile when he went down.
"Again, I'm fine. Only way I'd be better is if--"
"--if I forked over a replacement. Yeah, I got it."
"Got it in one. It happens. Or it does to me, anyway. It's a nuisance, sure, but that's about it. Save the doctoring for the line of sick people behind me," Lew said, hitching a thumb over his shoulder.
There was no line, much to Fitch's disappointment.
"Right..." None of that made him any less reluctant, but Lew's stubbornness obviously wasn't going to let up any time soon. Finally retrieving a fresh EpiPen, he handed it over to the other man before taking a seat and jotting a few things quickly into his file.
"Pleasure doing business with you, doc," he said, hefting up his pants and heading for the door. "We should do it again never." Not because he had anything against the good doctor, but anaphylactic shock wasn't exactly the most pleasant experience.
"Next," Fitch said on a quiet sigh once he was alone. He could at least pretend that line Lew mentioned was a real one.
[Tag Fitch in the clinic or Lew on his way out, a bit before he's due to teach his class. You're free to have had your pup witness his allergic reaction, which would have been like this. ST/LT are fine.]