|
|
Post by Mercedes Porter on Jul 17, 2007 21:59:26 GMT -5
Mercedes flipped though the channels on the hospital television. There was nothing on and that didn't surprise her. What could you expect to watch at two in the morning. She knew that she should be asleep but for some reason she couldn't keep her eyes closed for more then a half hour or so. She had been having nightmares lately and she believes them to be the reason for her lack of sleep. She didn't care though, not like she was going to be alive forever why waste it sleeping.
She flicked the television off and set the remote by her bed. She really needed something to do. For a place that was supposed to keep you from dying there rooms were sure boring to the point where you were in them for an hour and already considering suicide. |
|
|
|
Post by Elody Styles on Jul 17, 2007 22:11:03 GMT -5
Elody Rachel Styles was working the night shift.
Ooh, baby, did that sound fun.
Elody sighed, and walked down the hallway, trying to keep from squeaking her shoes against the floor. Normally she loved the smooth, shiny, squeaky floor of the hospital, but when she was working the night shift, it was loud and obnoxious.
Elody really didn't mind working at night. There were less people who wanted to talk, and it was normally peaceful. One could be left to their thoughts as they patrolled the halls, on the lookout for patients in need or supervisors with tasks to be done.
Passing a familiar room, Elody was surprised to see the coloured flicker of a television spilling into the darkened hallway. Curiousity getting the better of her, Elody poked her head in the doorway.
"Mercedes? What are you doing still awake?" Elody asked, her voice soft.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercedes Porter on Jul 17, 2007 22:23:51 GMT -5
Mercedes turned her head to see Elody. She smiled softly. One that most people would not really be able to pick up on. She did not smile really. You had to be happy to smile and Mercedes was never happy anymore. Not since Jackson left her. He left her because she had cancer. That made no sense to her. Most people got closer in times like these. He ran like a baby away however.
"I couldn't sleep."
She said quietly. She was glad that it was Elody that came in and not someone else. Elody usually did not make a big deal out of her staying awake where as other doctors tried to push sleep upon her. |
|
|
|
Post by Elody Styles on Jul 17, 2007 22:40:48 GMT -5
Elody smiled back, an action that was as alien on her face as a genuine smile was on Mercedes's face. Stepping into the room, Elody glanced at the television. She took Mercedes's excuse without any question; If someone couldn't sleep, they couldn't sleep.
End of story.
"Is there anything good on at this time?" Elody asked conversationally. Honestly, if Elody didn't talk to Mercedes, she would probably forget how to have a normal, work-free conversation.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercedes Porter on Jul 17, 2007 22:52:21 GMT -5
"Nothing really."
She answered Elody about there being anything good on at this time.
"Unless you call infomercials and edited Jerry Springer good television."
Which she would consider the worst thing that could ever be on television. She found Jerry Springer a waste of time and a big joke and infomercials were just another way of getting people to buy things they really don't need that are only going to sit in a cupboard and be used ever couple of years if that.
"Working late huh?"
She asked turning the attention away from what was not good on tv. |
|
|
|
Post by Elody Styles on Jul 18, 2007 17:51:41 GMT -5
"Unless you call infomercials and Jerry Springer good television."
Elody smirked, and perched herself on the edge of Mercedes's bed. The sheets were unnaturally white and crisp, something that Elody liked. They were neat and structured; Right now, Elody wanted her life to be nothing but neat and structured.
"I kind of like infomercials," Elody said softly, toying with the edge of a sheet. "When they're about interesting things. Ladders, though--" Elody made a face "--I could care less about the Little Giant."
Stupid Little Giant. Elody had spent countless hours in Uncle Mattais's living room, watching an infomercial about the 'ladder that can do it all'!
Or whatever the heck the stupid ladder's phrase was.
"Working late huh?"
Elody nodded. "Yeah. It's a lot more peaceful than during the day." She shot Mercedes a sly, knowing glance. "I usually don't have to deal with Derek during a night shift." Elody raised her eyebrows, looking at Mercedes. She wasn't positive, but she had a hunch that Mercedes had a thing for Elody's fellow intern.
|
|
|
|
Post by Derek Holland on Jul 18, 2007 19:53:23 GMT -5
Derek walked by the room of one of his patients. He saw Elody and Mercedes talking to each other he decided to try and get on Elody's nerves. He grabbed the chart from the door and walked in. "What do we have here, a mean, old witch and a pretty princess. I don't think I have to say who the princess is," he said winking at Mercedes.
He looked down at the chart and then at the various machines hooked up to her. "Well it looks like your doing a lot better." He walked over and sat in a chair across from her bed. "OH you guys can continue talking. I'll just sit here and work on charts," he said while glancing at Elody.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercedes Porter on Jul 18, 2007 22:21:03 GMT -5
Mercedes slightly smiled when she saw Derek entered the room. She always liked it when he was around but had noticed that him and Elody did not really seem to get along. Elody had never told her why and she was not going to be nosey and stick herself in other peoples business.
Well it looks like your doing a lot better.
She nodded at his words.
"I feel a lot better."
Which was not really saying a lot. She could feel fantastic one day and feel completely horrible the next day. Though today had been a pretty good day. She watched in the process of her thoughts as he sat down and told them they could keep talking. |
|
|
|
Post by Elody Styles on Jul 18, 2007 22:33:24 GMT -5
What do we have here, a mean, old witch and a pretty princess. I don't think I have to say who the princess is.
If Elody had been an expressive person, she may have snapped back at Derek with something equally as stinging. Or, had she been a very expressive person, she may have connected her fist with his perfect nose.
However, Elody was not an expressive person. When Derek entered the room, Elody's form froze. Her open, friendly face melted into a stony mask, and her relaxed posture straightened. Her dark eyes looked at Mercedes, and didn't stray. With Derek in the room, Elody was no longer a visiting friend.
Elody, despite her walls and work face, couldn't help but feel unusually annoyed as Derek flirted with Mercedes. It wasn't an uncommong thing to see people of male gender paying special attention to Mercedes; Though she may not know it, many males on the staff thought her extremely good-looking. Elody could brush that off, with only the tiniest sting at her heart. Special attention was one of the things she missed from her past.
No, what made this moment so annoying was the fact that it was Derek flirting with Mercedes. Derek, with his arrogant smirk and concieted air. Derek, who thought that he was better than anyone else. Derek, who was probably going to end up hurting Mercedes.
Or maybe Elody was just pessimistic--or paranoid. Her past had left an ugly scar.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercedes Porter on Jul 18, 2007 22:47:12 GMT -5
Mercedes felt the tension growing in the room. She didn't say anything thought. She was not one for confrontation. She didn't like drama, it was something she could truly live without. Not only did she not like drama because she was dying and it was pointless but she didn't like that is seemed to make everything worse. No matter what the situation.
Mercedes feeling herself get weaker by the second laid back against the hospital bed that she had been in for the last month and had a feeling she was going to die in. She figured that it was better to die here then alone. At least here they could keep her medicated and people pretended to care about her.
Mercedes thought of her father and her brother. Both of which seem to be to busy to even come and see her. Her father even said that she should kill herself so we didn't have to wait out the process. That was the most painful thing ever to her. The fact that every person she had ever loved in her entire life just up and ditched her because she was dying. |
|
|
|
Post by Elody Styles on Jul 18, 2007 23:01:25 GMT -5
[[I'm not going to say much, because I don't want Derek to fall too far behind..]]
Elody's eyebrows furrowed Mercedes, and her eyes darted to the monitors next to the bed. Once she was confident that Mercedes was not about to die, have an attack, or any other drastic thing, Elody spoke.
Her voice was low and soft, as usual, but had a sharp edge to it. Elody's question was strictly professional. "Does anything feel wrong, Mercedes?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercedes Porter on Jul 18, 2007 23:05:50 GMT -5
[alright same here, so I'll post and give him a chance.] Mercedes looked up at Elody. She didn't seem to have a lot of emotion on her face. She felt like she was dying but she felt like that everyday. Being sick, dying and be lonely was the worst combination in the world. How was it that one fought to survive when there was nothing left in the world to survive for.
"I am just tired I think."
She knew she was not just tired but she had learned by now that the only thing they could do was up her medication. Not like there was a way to stop it. She had cancer. They caught it late, she was just going to have to deal with that. |
|
|
|
Post by Derek Holland on Jul 19, 2007 9:32:49 GMT -5
Derek looked at Mercedes from across the room. He didn't know if she was lying or if she was just really tired. He got up and walked over to her bed. Derek listened to her heartbeat then said "OK I'll go so you can get some sleep."
He went to the chair and picked up his charts then started for the door. He didn't know what to do now. Most of his patients would be asleep and he was done with paperwork. He realized that he too was really tired so he decided to go sleep for a little bit at least until his patients woke up.
|
|
|
|
Post by Elody Styles on Jul 19, 2007 17:09:27 GMT -5
As soon as Derek was out of the room, Elody's mask fell partially off. Her back slouched, and she gave Mercedes a dry smile. "Should I go, so that you can sleep?" Elody paused, and glared at the spot where Derek had been a moment before. "As Doctor Holland prescribed?" Elody could have drowned in the amount of sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Maybe Derek wouldn't have been so annoying if he didn't act like he was better than everyone else. Sure, Elody admitting angrily, he was better at some things, but that didn't mean he had to be arrogant.
|
|
