you're just a young girl, but grief doesn't care. it takes over your life with little warning ( just the accompaniment of screeching tires ). it's a selfish friend. it won't settle for second best. so, it teams up with death until it's all you have left.
christ. ten points temple. way to land right in the middle of a SENSITIVE subject. claire resists the urge to shake her head at herself as she settles next to elena & hands off the cup of coffee.. ❛ you are going to need your energy. we have someone getting registered as we speak with a nasty looking arm laceration. think I saw your name on it. ❜ it would be EASY enough to side-step the mother topic, but her own had always said she could never leave well enough alone.
❛ do you mind if I ask how long she’s been gone? ❜
she’s not used to being around a new crowd of people that
don’t know her life story, that don’t look at her with pity in their
eyes. elena didn’t miss those looks of sympathy. her slim fingers wrap
around the cup of coffee, bringing the cup to her lips and taking a
quick sip as an eyebrow quirks. ❛ is that so? the last patient with an
arm laceration must have mentioned my handiwork.❜ her tone is playful
and light before the mood turns serious once again.
❛ i’m sorry; it’s fine. i’m just…i’m not used to talking about it. i
mean it’s been six yearssince the accident. ❜
❛ ten? jesus kid. with that type of DEDICATION I don’t doubt being a doctor will be rewarding. I brought you some coffee, scoot over. ——————-your mom;she the, call every day, empty nest type? ❜
❛yeah, except i don’t write in it everyday anymore. coffee?GIMEE.
i’m going to need my energy. ❜ she obliges, making room for claire
beside her while simultaneously reaching for the coffee. she stiffens,
distracted by the question. ❛my mom? uh, i’m sure she would be. ❜
❛oh, i’ve just always had one since i was ten when my mom gave me my first one. i did think about being a writer once, but being a
doctor will be more rewarding. ❜
it takes a second for elena’s voice to sink through the other thoughts cranking through the gears in claire’s head, but the girl’s comment does makes her grin. ❛ let’s not celebrate prematurely. a magnesium deficiency explains a lot, but not everything. ❜ their patient wasn’t out of the woods, but getting his chemistry panels back painted a better picture of what they were dealing with. now if they could only get a REAL doctor for rounds. a glance at the clock tells her they still have a few hours left with dr. ego, who seemed hell-bent on killing everyone in the ER.
❛ get a new set of vitals & hang another banana bag as soon as this one’s dry. ❜
