Stretching, I wince as my head throbs. It feels like it’s full of cotton and I blink blearily. The room is completely dark besides the glow from the clock. Reaching behind me for Keith I’m surprised when my hand feels nothing but air. Where is he? The bed seems so empty without him here taking up the majority of it, but then I remember. He’s at ( Read more... )

 I take a deep breath and another step closer to his door. I didn't think I would be this nervous, it's just Dan, but this is not just one of our nights out. This is our first real date. I had made a reservation at Donetello's, the super fancy Italian resturant downtown, so hopefully this night will go well.  It has to go well. I want it to, no I ( Read more... )

It was yet another day spent toiling away without JD in sight for far too damn long. I sigh and scrub my hand down my face as I step onto the elevator. I don't know why but I'm far more drained at work lately. Maybe I just miss JD. Maybe he used to do me some good lightening up my day. Either way, I've come home dragging ass more often lately ( Read more... )

I run cold water through my fingers and then splash some on my face as I try to shake this crappy feeling. I look to see if anyone is in here with me and find that I'm alone. I need alone right now. I pace for a moment then end up back at the sink, staring at myself in a disgusting mirror. The hospital janitor must do a shift in this place.

"He's ( Read more... )

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It was Saint Patrick's Day. Though every day is a fine day for a drink, JD had decided that we should throw a bit of a party down at the bar. I think he's just bored with being stuck at home every day still, going stir crazy. Which is why I agreed to this little party. And which wasn't set to stay little. Because I swear ( Read more... )

Keith jumps in the air to catch the final throw before a snack break. He makes a perfect catch and does a small jig before slamming the football to the ground and yelling "Touchdown!" He picks up the ball and slides it under his arm and walks closer to his game partner ( Read more... )

Loitering in the parking lot seems to be my thing. Loitering and waiting for people ( Read more... )

Keith leans back in a wobbly desk chair as he throws pencils in the air, attempting to stick them in the tile ceiling. His paperwork is piled up on the corner of the desk, but he can't seem to bring himself to get started on it. His mind has been clouded with thoughts of Dan Dorian and the Friday night that they had spent together. Keith blames ( Read more... )

Shifting the phone from one hand to the other, I take a sip of my drink and nervously tap the ball of my foot against the ground. The other foot rests on the rung of the barstool so I can bounce my knee. A nervous habit, I’ll admit it. The bartender brings me another drink and I nod to him in thanks before staring back down at the phone in my hands ( Read more... )

 Keith reclines slowly in his flimsy chair and places his hands on the back of his head. This was his first small break of the day after to many patients and piles of paperwork. He stares out the door slightly hoping that Elliot will pop by for another visit. He notices mousy nurse by the pay phone talking to someone. The voice sounds so familar ( Read more... )