RP LOG with rhythmictherapy | Fail
[Comes just before THIS]
In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea for Drew to strategically intercept Dave after a thirty two hour shift in Miami Trauma One. Especially when Drew got wind of the case that the Alpha Team was dealing with was from a train crash with a single mother who lost her husband to cancer ended up losing all three of her kids in the crash. But Drew made a promise to his sister to try and talk to Dave about what might be bothering him and causing him to avoid talking to the elusive Genius Cowboy, his best mate.
“Dave!” Drew called out to the surgeon as he exited the MT1 building in jeans and a scrubs top, a backpack slung over his shoulder. Drew caught up with him when he turned around and held out a large cup of coffee to him. “You’re just the man I was looking for,” he added with a smile.
Dave had stopped walking and now that Serena’s brother was standing beside him, he just looked at the cup of coffee blankly, before meeting Drew’s eyes evenly. “Coffee? After I haven’t slept since four am yesterday morning?”
“Yeah,” Drew insisted, still holding it out enthusiastically. “I hear it’s good stuff. Keep you buzzed and on the mo-oh. Right. You’re going home to bed. You want to sleep. Shit, I really didn’t think this one through. It seemed like a good idea at the time. No bother.” He dumped the drink into the nearest trash can, trying not to feel awkward. There was something in the way Dave looked at him that just didn’t feel right. It couldn’t just be exhaustion fuelling that, right?
“Is there something I can help you with?” Dave asked shortly as he turned to start walking in the direction of his car again. “I got a status report on Chris and Rick’s condition, so I know it has nothing to do with that.”
Drew pressed his lips together briefly and went on to catch back up with Dave. So, maybe he was in a bad mood. Drew never professed to have the best timing. “Well... Chris is doing okay. In fact, he’d probably really like to see you. He’s driving the nurses nuts. Actually, I’m pretty sure he is managing to drive everyone nuts at some point right now. I think he’s bored. I was thinking of kidnapping S to go to the movies or something, anyway. Force her to sit through that Wall Street remake with me. You could hang out with Chris for awhile.”
“Yeah, I noticed I needed an appointment to speak to him lately,” was Dave’s terse reply. “Don’t worry about it. No need to lure Serena away if she wants to be there. I’m going home to bed. Chris is fine. Being in hospital pisses everyone off.” He never once faltered in his purposefully walking to his car. He really did not want to be doing this right now. What was it with blond people managing to be complete pains in the ass lately?
“Where’s Aimee?” Drew asked, trying a different tactic as he kept up with Dave’s pace. It was hardly casual, but if being a pain in the ass was what it took, Drew had top skills in that field. Serena would vouch for that.
“Work.”
Fair enough, Drew thought to himself and looked at his own coffee in his hand. Now he just felt guilty for having it, and that too got turfed into another bin. “I just thought you might maybe want someone to talk to,” he finally admitted. Dancing around the subject wasn’t working. Dave had the whole brick wall thing working right now.
“Did you?” Dave replied as he took his car keys from the pocket of his jeans.
Wasn’t Dave supposed to be the sweet one? The reliable, understanding one, albeit with a cheeky and devious streak that couldn’t be absent in the best friend of Chris Deleo? Maybe this was his evil twin. Drew really thought he would get the poor guy in the midst of a flat funk. He hadn’t banked on a bad mood. But then, even the most lovely people of the world could turn into Asszillas when they were lacking sleep. Drew, himself, was one of them and he knew Serena practically grew fangs and claws if she didn’t get enough rest. “I know things have been tough for you lately, and that you’ve been trying to talk to Chris, but things keep-”
Dave stopped walking abruptly and held up his hand, cutting Drew off. “Look, don’t even bother, alright? I’m not in the mood. Go back to Serena. I’m sure she needs you.”
“But I was just-”
“Fucking hell! What part of ‘don’t bother’ do you not friggen get?!” Dave finally snapped, frowning deeply. “I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t need to talk to anyone. I’m not the one lying in the hospital bed. I’m sick to damn well death of everyone assuming they know what the hell I’m feeling, so just fucking back off, okay? I’m sure you’re awesome at your job, but you don’t know me, you’re not my therapist, so quit fucking trying to be one.” With a shake of his head, he turned and walked away, leaving Serena’s brother standing alone on the hospital path.
Drew sighed heavily and then massaged his eyes with his fingertips, scrunching his face up. That really did not go how he planned at all. In fact, if he had even sat down and planned how badly it could have gone, he wouldn’t have even guessed it could railroad like this. He just had no idea if it was him who had pissed Dave off, the lack of sleep... or something else really, really wrong.
Word Count | 975
In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea for Drew to strategically intercept Dave after a thirty two hour shift in Miami Trauma One. Especially when Drew got wind of the case that the Alpha Team was dealing with was from a train crash with a single mother who lost her husband to cancer ended up losing all three of her kids in the crash. But Drew made a promise to his sister to try and talk to Dave about what might be bothering him and causing him to avoid talking to the elusive Genius Cowboy, his best mate.
“Dave!” Drew called out to the surgeon as he exited the MT1 building in jeans and a scrubs top, a backpack slung over his shoulder. Drew caught up with him when he turned around and held out a large cup of coffee to him. “You’re just the man I was looking for,” he added with a smile.
Dave had stopped walking and now that Serena’s brother was standing beside him, he just looked at the cup of coffee blankly, before meeting Drew’s eyes evenly. “Coffee? After I haven’t slept since four am yesterday morning?”
“Yeah,” Drew insisted, still holding it out enthusiastically. “I hear it’s good stuff. Keep you buzzed and on the mo-oh. Right. You’re going home to bed. You want to sleep. Shit, I really didn’t think this one through. It seemed like a good idea at the time. No bother.” He dumped the drink into the nearest trash can, trying not to feel awkward. There was something in the way Dave looked at him that just didn’t feel right. It couldn’t just be exhaustion fuelling that, right?
“Is there something I can help you with?” Dave asked shortly as he turned to start walking in the direction of his car again. “I got a status report on Chris and Rick’s condition, so I know it has nothing to do with that.”
Drew pressed his lips together briefly and went on to catch back up with Dave. So, maybe he was in a bad mood. Drew never professed to have the best timing. “Well... Chris is doing okay. In fact, he’d probably really like to see you. He’s driving the nurses nuts. Actually, I’m pretty sure he is managing to drive everyone nuts at some point right now. I think he’s bored. I was thinking of kidnapping S to go to the movies or something, anyway. Force her to sit through that Wall Street remake with me. You could hang out with Chris for awhile.”
“Yeah, I noticed I needed an appointment to speak to him lately,” was Dave’s terse reply. “Don’t worry about it. No need to lure Serena away if she wants to be there. I’m going home to bed. Chris is fine. Being in hospital pisses everyone off.” He never once faltered in his purposefully walking to his car. He really did not want to be doing this right now. What was it with blond people managing to be complete pains in the ass lately?
“Where’s Aimee?” Drew asked, trying a different tactic as he kept up with Dave’s pace. It was hardly casual, but if being a pain in the ass was what it took, Drew had top skills in that field. Serena would vouch for that.
“Work.”
Fair enough, Drew thought to himself and looked at his own coffee in his hand. Now he just felt guilty for having it, and that too got turfed into another bin. “I just thought you might maybe want someone to talk to,” he finally admitted. Dancing around the subject wasn’t working. Dave had the whole brick wall thing working right now.
“Did you?” Dave replied as he took his car keys from the pocket of his jeans.
Wasn’t Dave supposed to be the sweet one? The reliable, understanding one, albeit with a cheeky and devious streak that couldn’t be absent in the best friend of Chris Deleo? Maybe this was his evil twin. Drew really thought he would get the poor guy in the midst of a flat funk. He hadn’t banked on a bad mood. But then, even the most lovely people of the world could turn into Asszillas when they were lacking sleep. Drew, himself, was one of them and he knew Serena practically grew fangs and claws if she didn’t get enough rest. “I know things have been tough for you lately, and that you’ve been trying to talk to Chris, but things keep-”
Dave stopped walking abruptly and held up his hand, cutting Drew off. “Look, don’t even bother, alright? I’m not in the mood. Go back to Serena. I’m sure she needs you.”
“But I was just-”
“Fucking hell! What part of ‘don’t bother’ do you not friggen get?!” Dave finally snapped, frowning deeply. “I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t need to talk to anyone. I’m not the one lying in the hospital bed. I’m sick to damn well death of everyone assuming they know what the hell I’m feeling, so just fucking back off, okay? I’m sure you’re awesome at your job, but you don’t know me, you’re not my therapist, so quit fucking trying to be one.” With a shake of his head, he turned and walked away, leaving Serena’s brother standing alone on the hospital path.
Drew sighed heavily and then massaged his eyes with his fingertips, scrunching his face up. That really did not go how he planned at all. In fact, if he had even sat down and planned how badly it could have gone, he wouldn’t have even guessed it could railroad like this. He just had no idea if it was him who had pissed Dave off, the lack of sleep... or something else really, really wrong.
Word Count | 975