Post by truedweomer on May 25, 2012 14:23:11 GMT -8
Ugh...grrrr! 4:53 in the morning. What sort of deviant behavior drives someone to call at 4:53? Someone better be dead. Oh sh... Rellie fumbles the phone into submission and answers. "Is someone dead?... It is so an 'OK' question, we work at a free clinic, and you could be on a shift at your hospital's ER for all I... yeah... yeah I can come in early if you need to talk to me... what is so important that you can't........ I'll be there in 10."
Ok brain, up and atom. Pants. Shoes would be nice. Mirror. Need to touch up my roots. Did I just say that? Blue roots might be "cool" but I know me and I'll look so nervous if someone starts asking me 'how do you do that'. And nervous might look suspicsous. Don't need any hassles, not now, not ever. It's tough enough already fixing people at the clinic without raising eyebrows or freaking people out. Thank god for Dr. Laurie but she won't be able to help me forever.
I wonder what she wants to talk to me about? Sounded serious. Mom? Nah, don't do that to yourself Rellie. Keep hope alive but don't get your hopes "up". But what else would she be so serious about? Rellie pulls his ten-years-older-than-him leather jacket over his slight frame and heads out of his apartment. He locks several of the locks on his door, not that there's anything worth stealing in there. Several flights of stairs later and he's on street level, making his way uptown to the clinic when a chill runs down his spine. It... couldn't be about... dad?! He slaps himself in the face, once on each cheek. Come on Rellie. You'd know by now if dad was in town. The orchestra of car alarms, police and fire sirens would have been your wake up call, not the phone. Then I could just find the newest smoking crater in the street and head in the opposite direction.
Ok brain, up and atom. Pants. Shoes would be nice. Mirror. Need to touch up my roots. Did I just say that? Blue roots might be "cool" but I know me and I'll look so nervous if someone starts asking me 'how do you do that'. And nervous might look suspicsous. Don't need any hassles, not now, not ever. It's tough enough already fixing people at the clinic without raising eyebrows or freaking people out. Thank god for Dr. Laurie but she won't be able to help me forever.
I wonder what she wants to talk to me about? Sounded serious. Mom? Nah, don't do that to yourself Rellie. Keep hope alive but don't get your hopes "up". But what else would she be so serious about? Rellie pulls his ten-years-older-than-him leather jacket over his slight frame and heads out of his apartment. He locks several of the locks on his door, not that there's anything worth stealing in there. Several flights of stairs later and he's on street level, making his way uptown to the clinic when a chill runs down his spine. It... couldn't be about... dad?! He slaps himself in the face, once on each cheek. Come on Rellie. You'd know by now if dad was in town. The orchestra of car alarms, police and fire sirens would have been your wake up call, not the phone. Then I could just find the newest smoking crater in the street and head in the opposite direction.