“ why don’t we get some food, and we can practice your speech. ” a beat, head turning slightly towards dr. pierce’s office. “ is that your brother? ” a small smile, offering a
⠀ ❛ im always stressed. its kinda my natural state. ❜ she half joked.
a shrug , looking down at her papers before at the time. she had already been there two hours and the hours were only gonna get longer.
❛ i guess. ❜
⠀ eyes darting up from her paper and at the doctor. she hadn’t even realized she was pacing … she had been there too long.
❛ i have to get this memorized and i think we will probably be here a while and this is due tomorrow morning. ❜ she rambled.
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“ now that we've got introductions out of the way, how can i help you today? ” it seemed inappropriate for josh to continue to push for answers. offering ryan a seat in the cushioned office chair in front of his desk. out of *
a warm smile, steadying himself with the cane, wincing at the lesions on all his body as he catches his breath.
" i'm ryan, ryan grey " he responds, with a soft smile.
" just a little tumble, nothing out of the normal."
wait ... * 𝓎ou are my sub? well * 𝓼hit. fine, i guess. ❪ unwillingly handing the generically printed hospital mug. ❫ well i must let you know that my nurses always tend to forget ... you must put the * 𝓁eft glove on *
wanna know who also cancelled on you? your scrub nurse. I'm the sub, and if you're over caffeinated, I 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 also go MIA. I'll ask again: hand me the cup, please? ( 😁 )
adjusting his jacket with a sheepish smile towards the other. “ i feel as if i must apologize. my name is doctor nichols. if there is anything i can do to help you. please let me know. ” reaching a hand out to offer to help *
“ oh shit ... are you okay? ” bending down, grabbing the other's cane for him with a concerned expression reaching across his features. “ are you hurt? ”