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Post by Seonaid McLean on Jan 8, 2007 20:16:32 GMT -5
Freedom. At last, to breath in the sweet, clean air that hadn't been filtered and "purified" to within an inch of no longer being air. She'd already had several nosebleeds due to that damned ventilation system. It dried the air so bad that it aggravated her asthma. Go figure.... the air in the hospital was making her sick. Scrawl in reason number four hundred and eighty two why she hated hospitals and doctors.
But, at least she wasn't bedridden, although she had been advised to stay inside, where people could keep an eye on her. I mean, for goodness sake, if she fell down again, that would be just awful! Seriously, did you not know this young lady was made of glass?!
Hah! As if! Working outside, around bugs, sharp objects, heavy objects and the like meant you had to made of tougher stuff than most. And she was, despite her fragile appearance.
Okay, she still felt rather dizzy at times, and was forced to grab something, or (on occassion) someone nearby in order to stay upright. Her hand was still quite swollen where she'd been bitten by a bug, probably spider, no less. It wasn't unusual, but it was unusual for her to react quite so badly. But, give it a few days and the whole thing would blow over, with any luck.
For now, she was enjoying her moment of peace and freedom. Her ploar fleece track suit kept her warm against the chilly wind that was stiffening every so often. Even though the grounds at Plainsburo were nice... they were nothing like the way she'd like to see them. Perhaps she could do something about that while she as here..... |
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 8, 2007 20:35:18 GMT -5
we'll scream at night, to make it go away .  . 
The little duckling- excuse me, Intensivist Robert Chase stepped out from the confines of PPTH, and immediately was hit by the chill coarse slap of the bitter wind that New Jersey produced on a regular occasion just to annoy the hell out of the Australian native. In retaliation to this brutal, and as seen on his part, unnecessary part of Mother Nature, he simply lifted a hand and pulled up the collar of his ebony leather jacket and hunkered down into the fabric which only provided slight relief. But alas, his joy at being out of the hospital, which stank of disinfectant and sickness, scents he had long since gotten used to but would never like, was short lived, seeing as he had finally secured himself a short break and instead of spending it somewhere worthwhile like, let’s say, the break room, he chose to brave the winds to get some clear thoughts into his head. Besides, he’d prefer to be as far away from Gregory House as he possibly could, what, ever since that incident and all, the one he refused to speak of and wouldn't let on that it really had bothered, and hurt. No matter. At least for now anyway. The young man, only about thirty at the absolute oldest, made his way out to the center grounds of the teaching hospital, letting his eyes drift over the surroundings in a lazy fashion, that held back the fact that it was often times, like this when his expression was lazy and uninterested, that he was studying the hardest, focusing and dissecting things no one knew he cared for. Dr. Chase was a handsome man, in the prettier sense of the word. With fair skin and hair that was a dirty blond and tended more often than not to curl over his forehead and obstruct any view of his eye, and his frame was slight and lean, without making him look positively sickly or ill of health, which was probably a good thing considering most people didn't want a sick doctor. He let out a breath, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his black dress pants, that extended up to a brown leather belt, a faded black pin striped dress shirt and red and black striped tie. He was a bit more into the current fashion now, at least for today. He was having one of those rare days when his fashion sense didn't make you want to scream and hide some place dark for a while. He looked up, biting his lip as his naturally cold sensitive nature flared, and looked around, his eyes resting vaguely on a patient he recognized, but wasn't exactly sure if the nurses wanted out. Those nurses, so confining, then again, Chase didn't really like rounding up patients when they tried to make an escape, but for the time being, he just stared out across the lawn, ignoring the only other human within a few feet of him.
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Post by Seonaid McLean on Jan 8, 2007 20:45:44 GMT -5
A soft sigh escaped her lips as her fingers trailed gently over the last, fading blooms on a random plant. She then turned, her intent to sit down on one of the benches before she felt too dizzy to even so much as see straight. While she loved the fresh, cool air, it as still a bit much for her system to take at the moment.
As she completed her turn, movement in the corner of her eye caused her to look closer. Dr. Robert Chase. Great... just what she wanted right now. Feeling her dislike for doctors bristling quickly, she couldn't help the snide sneer as she watched him huddle from the cold. It was his action that prompted her to push the sleeves of her sweater further up her arms.
"Get a spine, doc!"
she called sharply, striding confidently towards him. She ignored the ringing in her ears and the lightheaded feeling she was getting.
"It's not that cold. If you can't take a little bit of autumn chill, you might want to go back to the Down Under before winter actually hits." |
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 8, 2007 20:55:23 GMT -5
we'll scream at night, to make it go away. .
It would be a very big lie to say that Chase did not jump a good foot in the air when he heard a general sharp remark hurled in his direction. Because, quite frankly, that was exactly what he did, his hands flew from his pockets and he turned a surprised, but agitated gaze upon the one person he definitely did not wish to see. Great, the one patient who hated him. Not to say that all his patients loved him, but this was currently the only one, at the moment, who hated him. He hadn't even bothered her! His jaw clenched softly, subtly so that no one but those who knew exactly how to read him, those of whom were extremely rare, and his clenched his fists at his sides, resisting the urge to put his hands on his hips. Brow rose as she strode toward him, and he held back, just barely, the action of rolling his eyes. He stiffened slightly in the confines of his jacket, and swallowed. “I didn't come here for the weather.” he said, his voice indifferent, if not a little indignant. “And shouldn`t you be inside?” He looked away from her toward the hospital windows, though he didn't appear to be looking for anything special, just trying to get his gaze off of her.
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Post by Seonaid McLean on Jan 9, 2007 6:02:39 GMT -5
"You're always the doctor, aren't you, Chase? Noncommittal answers, telling the patient that whatever they’re doing could potentially be dangerous for their already petering health. Do you even ever think like a normal human being?”
Her words were sharp, but her tone was nearing exasperation. She had planted herself in front of him, thin arms folded across her chest. She wasn’t at all surprised to see him looking away. He never wanted to look at her, to meet her gaze. Can you say: Adding another notch on the irritations list?
It disgusted her. Sure, they may not like each other much, but couldn’t he at least have the balls to look at her when they spoke? But, when he did look at her, it was enough to send shivers racing down her spine. Not that he scared her, or creeped her out or anything, it was just.... well..... look at him! He’s gorgeous! So, she felt herself having very different feelings for him than she portrayed. And she hated feeling that way.
He was doctor, and that pissed her off royally. But, now she could feel a bit of a crush developing, and that pissed her off even more. More than anything, though, she wanted it to be his fault. But at the same time, she didn’t want it to be anyone’s fault, she just wanted it to be. |
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 10, 2007 22:07:44 GMT -5
we'll scream at night, to make it go away
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No matter how much Chase hated making eye contact with people he wasn't very familiar with, or else had no emotion to force him to lock eyes with another; he couldn't help but turn a sharp glare to the woman as her words hit him rather harshly. He stuffed his hands back into his pocket, putting his tongue in cheek and shook his head silently. She didn't know anything about him, no one did, and yet they insisted they knew him, knew what he was all about. They’d never understand, no one ever would. He was almost surprised to find her closer to him, and barely stopped himself from taking a step back so he could feel more comfortable. He never was one to get up into anyone’s personal space, and he expected they would show him the same courtesy. He found it almost never worked out that way.
A few violent, if not sarcastic replies formed in his mind as he stared at her, not quite sure which to reach for, or what the situation warranted. Of course, he could just walk away, she was a patient after all and if she wasn't confiding in him any symptoms, he really had no reason to be near her. He licked his lips, his greenish blue eyes flickering over her face in broad strokes as he tried to control his annoyance.
“One, it is dangerous for you to be out here, when we don’t have your allergy to that bite under control,” he shot a vague gaze toward her hand. ”I’m a doctor, it's my job to think of these things. And two, I don`t really think you ought to be caring about how I do and don’t think.”
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Post by Seonaid McLean on Jan 11, 2007 6:01:49 GMT -5
She hated him! Flat out, and pure hatred! He was such a stubborn ass! She wanted to just scream in sheer frustration. Seriously, well, either scream or simply smash her head against something hard..... like a brick wall. What, did he go through training to become this annoying?! She balled up her fists and jammed them deep into the pockets on her zip-up sweater.
His final words about how she ought not to care about how he did and didn't think stung. She easily kept her face impassive, as if his words were simply water rolling off her back. She would never let anyone know that they'd hurt her..... especially him. It just wasn't going to happen.
"I've been here barely 48 hours and what you call air in that damned building has done nothing but aggravate my asthma,"
she snapped,
"So, you'd think [/u] that fresh air would do me good. Which it is. And as for the damned bite, the swelling has gone down, and I feel perfectly fine."[/b][/i] A lie, of course. But, it wasn't like she was going to let him know he was right. It was, technically, safer for her inside, but it pissed her off. And so did the non-stop bustle and flow of doctors, nurses, interns, specialists and whatever else they had running around in there. But, what good was being accomplished by standing out here and letting him get under her skin and tick her off? None.... no good at all. What was the point? "Think about this, Chase,"she said, her voice dropping slightly as she looked at him, hiding the pain in her eyes. "Maybe it's not just how you think that I care about."Without another word, she pushed gently past him and walked to the bench. Once there, she sat, facing away from him, and dropped her pounding head into her hands.[/blockquote] |
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 12, 2007 15:58:17 GMT -5
we'll scream at night, to make it go away
..
Okay, so the break from House was a break alright, but was it really? I mean, he got away from House, just to be faced with an irate patient, who apparently had no qualms on showing in subtle terms just how much she hated him. Besides the fact that every ounce of her body language proclaimed it, he wasn't quite sure why she hated him. He certainly hadn't done anything to agitate her, on purpose at least, but then again, some people were just touchy and resented anyone who unknowingly knew how to push their buttons. Go figure that person at the moment happened to be Chase.
Normally Chase really wasn't an antagonist, at least not intentionally. He had his moments, but mostly he was the background noise, the person you could tune out, if he spoke at all. He wasn't shy, not really shy at all, but he wouldn't step forth and greet just about anyone just because he could, or just because he had something to prove. His motives were mostly professional, which often times during the course of this, he ended up getting more attached emotionally then he ever wanted to be in the first place.
Despite the fact he suddenly wished he could be in his seat in the Diagnostic room, no matter if House was there or not, he listened to her words with a morbid fascination. He wanted to know, certainly not as passionately as Dr. House often did, but still to some degree, why she hated him so much. He could go out on a limb and take the fact that he could probably extend her hatred to all the doctors that currently worked at PPTH, and maybe even any person in the medical profession. Interesting enough.
He almost rolled his eyes when she voiced that she was fine. Yeah, but you can’t really fool a doctor with that. Chase knew enough and what to look for, that he could clearly see the lie as she told it. You weren’t fine if you were dizzy, and swelling was swelling no matter if you thought it went down or not. Still, at the same time, the nurses could have been considerate enough to at least send someone out with the woman, to make sure she didn't add any more damage to her illness.
Her next words were almost as efficient as a slap in the face, and caught him off guard. What the hell did that mean. Instead of voicing this, he watched with a almost curious, if not shocked but well hidden expression, his brow furrowed slightly as he let his eyes linger on her frame long enough to see that she was a lousy liar, before he looked away, across the yard.
“That’s a dangerous game to be playing.”
he muttered, though his voice was loud enough, and the area quiet enough, for his Australian tones to reach her ears. |
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Post by Seonaid McLean on Jan 12, 2007 16:08:55 GMT -5
Her shoulders stiffened at his words. Who was he to tell her what was dangerous?! She was a big girl, and could take care of herself. She didn't need anyone to hold her hand. Being a doctor and all, he should know that some patients just need their freedom, to feel as if they're still living their own life.
So, he saw through her lie. That was easy enough to tell. But, it's not like she had expected him to believe her. After all, he was the one who had gone to med school, not her. So, he clearly knew better. And, part of her had almost wanted him to see through the lie. When you spend you're life acting tougher than you really are, forced to put on a mask day after day, it was nice to know that at least one person could see into your soul.
But, the fact that it was him tore her up. She was certain that there were rules against patient/doctor relationships. And, she had her own rules to contend with..... like her ultimate hatred of doctors.
With a soft sigh, she turned to face him. Her eyes were bland, clearly she was struggling to keep her emotions from surfacing.
"So is life, but you don't get anywhere by hiding from the things that scare you,"
she said softly, but loud enough for him to hear. |
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 13, 2007 16:47:46 GMT -5
we'll scream at night, to make it go away
[/size][/b] . .
Even though he really wanted to get back inside, out of the cold that was only magnified by this girl’s attitude toward him, he couldn’t help but study her reactions to what he said. This behavior was probably because he was a doctor and it was his job to observe the little details to solve a big case, and it often extended into his personal or on break life as well. The stiffening of her shoulders could signal that he had hit a nerve, but he wasn't exactly sure which nerve it was. He caught the general drift of her slip up, I mean, Chase wasn't totally dense, no matter how much he was often degraded. But, he wouldn't really acknowledge it just yet, for two reasons, one, he wasn't quite sure what to think of it, and two, her behavior toward him totally contradicted any words that could be given a double meaning. It didn't mean that he wasn't curious, because, he actually was. His teeth worried his lip gently, the soft flesh pricked with pain that he had no intention of intentionally inflicting. He let his greenish blue eyes rest on her face as she turned to look at him, his expression still slightly annoyed at her digs toward him with no reason, at least none that he could define, but the emotions was slightly softened. Eyes narrowed slightly and he frowned as a gust of chilled wind drifted over him. “Sometimes it's better, wiser, just to hide.”[/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by Seonaid McLean on Jan 15, 2007 12:33:40 GMT -5
"And live life one baby step at a time, always worried about that first little stumble and fall? Being so afraid of failing that when you do, you simply give up, as if you were inevitably doomed right from the start?"
Seonaid countered in a tone of mild disbelief.
Gone was her hostility, as if it had never been present. In it's place was simple and pure vunerability. Ever wonder what expression a caged animal might have if it were human. Take a good look at her face and you'd get the idea.
So, maybe he didn't see that part of her. Maybe he did. All she could tell was that he wanted to go back inside. He hadn't wanted to deal with her at all, and she'd forced her presence on him. A habit she wasn't proud of.
Her pale hand moved upward to sweep her hair from her face. But, the wind refused to let it lay, flipping it across her face in soft wisps. Some of girls Seonaid thought that letting the wind flip their hair across their face was 'sexy' and all 'Hollywood' and that crap. Whenever they thought that, Seonaid often wondered what they'd been smoking recently. It was bloody annoying!
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 16, 2007 19:43:22 GMT -5
we'll scream at night, to make it go away
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Call him a freeze baby, but in all truth, he was only an Australian native. If he had to brave cold New Jersey days, then so be it if it allowed him this opportunity. Yeah, no matter how much he complained about his job, about House, really, he couldn't begin to describe how grateful he was to get a job like this. This literally opened doors all over the place for him. He’d put up with all the crap in the world for this job, and the truth was, he pretty much had to. His jaw set as she spoke and her words berated him like some sort of harsh mantra, and the sad thing was, he knew it was true. Chase took risks, sure, but really, what sort of risks were they? Sure, they could cost him his job, but then again, he had always felt safe, and invincible, working under House, in this weird twisted way that didn't even make sense to he himself.
Chase had always been afraid, in the inner corners of his mind that he barely paid any attention to and seldom listened to, he had always feared failing in life. He feared failing his mother, and in a way, he always thought he had, and he feared messing up this fellowship, though many of his moves seemed to point to the otherwise fact; ratting to Vogler and whatnot. He met her gaze, as best as he could, because her gaze had only lingered on him for a moment, before he looked away, in a gesture that was quickly becoming familiar to him.
“I’ve already fallen, alright…I got up, I don’t want to do it again.”
Right, so that was more information then he was intending to share.
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Post by Seonaid McLean on Jan 19, 2007 15:48:43 GMT -5
"Then maybe it's time you let someone steady on their feet help you learn to stay on yours,"
Seonaid replied matter-of-factly.
Her head hurt.... a lot. And her throat was dry. Fatigue tugged at her mind, urging her to seek the refuge of the indoors. But, she wasn't done. Until she felt this conversation had gotten them somewhere, she wasn't about to just let it go.
She was intenstly curious to know what his fall had been, but knew that she had absolutely no right to pry into it. She could only commend him for getting back up, and then offer him her support. While she'd be offering her support, she was almost one hundred percent positive that he would shun her support. |
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