Post by ZANDER “ZEUS” DEVEREUX on Apr 27, 2012 23:46:14 GMT -5
It wasn’t often Devereux men ended up in the hospital. Shy of terrible injury, they frankly didn’t bother. And if they got sick, doctors came to them. But that was home in Louisiana. Here in New York City, people tended to notice when you couldn’t bend your hand because the outer three fingers were damaged.
Not broken. No, he would not ever admit that he had broken three fingers when he was trying to keep the door from closing. He’d forgotten his keys that morning, rushing out of the building to catch a meeting at the office. It was only when he was charging out the garage door of the building that he remembered. So he’d reached for the door and...damaged the fingers. Honestly, after the first two hours the throbbing had numbed with the ice he’d been chilling his fingers on. He had even managed to attend his meeting before one of the secretaries had bumped into him, jarring his hand, and reminding him he had damaged – not broken – three of his fingers. The indrawn breath and the way his face had paled had caused his assistant, Jeffry, to insist on driving him to the hospital to have them looked at.
It was degrading. He was supposed to be the boss. He was the one who was supposed to put his foot down and be listened to. However, Jeffry threatened to hold his breath until he passed out so they would have to go to the hospital anyways. Seeing as how his hand was in no shape to be hauling the smaller man around and making his way through New York...
That was how he happened to be sitting in the ER of the nearest hospital, damaged – not broken – left hand resting in his lap as he balanced the clipboard he’d been given on his right knee, filling out his important information. He still didn’t believe he needed to be there, but Jeffry was sitting beside him, reading the newspaper, and it was pointless to argue with him now that he was there. At least he didn’t look as dreadful as the rest of the people in the room. Children sniffling miserably, men bleeding, women...well, most of them looked fine, so they must have been babysitting the men and children.
It seemed to take forever before he was shown to one of the ER gurneys, blue curtains pulled around it in some semblance of privacy, even though there was no such thing a private in an ER. At least Jeffry was finally giving him some space. He looked around the curtain, watching the doctors and nurses running around. He had to admit that the uniforms weren’t flattering, but some of those nurses really knew how to fill them out. The redhead had a very pleasing figure, and one blonde had lips that could have kissed his hurts better. One nurse really caught his eye. She was lovely with her light brown hair and pleasing smile. He would only be so lucky for her to be his nurse. A rather small looking nurse – a male nurse – had been hovering around him.
So he waited, trying to look much more bored than he actually was. Nurse watching wasn’t so bad. At least he could enjoy the view if he was forced to be there.
Not broken. No, he would not ever admit that he had broken three fingers when he was trying to keep the door from closing. He’d forgotten his keys that morning, rushing out of the building to catch a meeting at the office. It was only when he was charging out the garage door of the building that he remembered. So he’d reached for the door and...damaged the fingers. Honestly, after the first two hours the throbbing had numbed with the ice he’d been chilling his fingers on. He had even managed to attend his meeting before one of the secretaries had bumped into him, jarring his hand, and reminding him he had damaged – not broken – three of his fingers. The indrawn breath and the way his face had paled had caused his assistant, Jeffry, to insist on driving him to the hospital to have them looked at.
It was degrading. He was supposed to be the boss. He was the one who was supposed to put his foot down and be listened to. However, Jeffry threatened to hold his breath until he passed out so they would have to go to the hospital anyways. Seeing as how his hand was in no shape to be hauling the smaller man around and making his way through New York...
That was how he happened to be sitting in the ER of the nearest hospital, damaged – not broken – left hand resting in his lap as he balanced the clipboard he’d been given on his right knee, filling out his important information. He still didn’t believe he needed to be there, but Jeffry was sitting beside him, reading the newspaper, and it was pointless to argue with him now that he was there. At least he didn’t look as dreadful as the rest of the people in the room. Children sniffling miserably, men bleeding, women...well, most of them looked fine, so they must have been babysitting the men and children.
It seemed to take forever before he was shown to one of the ER gurneys, blue curtains pulled around it in some semblance of privacy, even though there was no such thing a private in an ER. At least Jeffry was finally giving him some space. He looked around the curtain, watching the doctors and nurses running around. He had to admit that the uniforms weren’t flattering, but some of those nurses really knew how to fill them out. The redhead had a very pleasing figure, and one blonde had lips that could have kissed his hurts better. One nurse really caught his eye. She was lovely with her light brown hair and pleasing smile. He would only be so lucky for her to be his nurse. A rather small looking nurse – a male nurse – had been hovering around him.
So he waited, trying to look much more bored than he actually was. Nurse watching wasn’t so bad. At least he could enjoy the view if he was forced to be there.
