(Untitled)

[akhilles_heel]

Characters: Achilles and Athena
Date/Time: Tuesday afternoon
Location: The Veteran's hospital Athena works for
Rating: TBD (but not likely much)
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Achilles goes to visit the Vet's hospital a place he often feels a connection to with the ex-military men and he runs across a familiar goddess.

Comments

[sprangforth]

The main reason that Athena had decided to work where she had was because of some of the same reasons that Achilles was there visiting. She felt a kinship with people she didn't even know when she came to work. So many people came through the doors who had problems from being in battle that no one had the answers to. They'd been through something that no one else had, and it was her job to figure it out. She wanted to listen to their stories, because that helped her diagnose their problems. Perhaps she wasn't a psychologist, but that didn't mean that she wasn't a good listener

[akhilles_heel]

He was familiar in this body for his line of work, it was often if not with a hat and glasses over his face that the media would take notice. This was somewhere that he could go to find inspiration for his work, understanding and a place that the media didn't often travel to.

The older gentleman in the wheelchair gave a toothy grin pointing to his friend that often came to listen to him. He had formed an attachment to the young blond, not fully understanding why other than he reminded him of his son. He didn't realize how close Achilles was linked to him and others. How Achilles' deeds during the Golden Age of Heroes in Greek times still played a key role in fighting wartime men of today.

"This is Andreas," he said giving a nod. The old guy was actually quite proud of his friend and would brag that he'd seen every one of the movies the young director had made.

Achilles stood, noting that same familiar presence in the woman before him. He gave her a polite nod and stood shaking her hand in greeting.

[sprangforth]

Perhaps that's where she recognized the man. Of course Athena was hardly the type of person that was going to bother someone famous, even if she didn't know the guy and he wasn't Achilles. That just wasn't who she was. It didn't seem like he'd have a bunch of people rushing at him for autographs in the hospital anyway.

Since she wasn't interrupting, she came into the room fully, holding onto the older man's chart. Reaching out, she shook Achille's hand and gave the barest of smiles. She was supposed to have a decent bedside manner, wasn't she? That was just one part of her job. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm.. Dr. Patton." For a moment, she had almost forgotten, if only she was feeling very nostalgic at the moment.

Plus calling herself Mercedes, or Athena would just make the older man look confused.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Randall?" she asked veteran, going over to him so that she could do a simple little check up. Nothing too invasive, she was just making sure that he was all right.

[akhilles_heel]

As older people often do, without much else to but passing time on their hands, he smiled big noting that the two were around the same age.

"She's pretty isn't she?" he said rolling his chair back to let her in and do the basic roundup.

Achilles gave a slight smile, nothing too impressive, it wasn't often the boy actually smiled to begin with. His face was very stoic, serious in a manner that spoke volumes for his work ethic. He wasn't about playing around.

"Quite," Achilles said giving her another nod picking up that he and this doctor were not on first named basis yet.

"I'm doing fine," Randall said as he let her go over her check-up. He wasn't the worst of the group, but some days were better than others. Today was a better day and he wasn't raising cain. There was an air of calmness whenever Andreas visited, mostly because he didn't feel so alone.

Continuing to be chatty until she was done Randall went off exploiting his friend to his proud compliments which Achilles stood like a statue during. He wasn't the most social