A/N: hello dere owo I'm back with a new one. I've been busy with a lady called laziness but... You know. Summer. Anyway, I will try to finish up my other one but first- we have this. Reviews would be appreciated because I really wanna know how I'm doing or how I could improve.. Well that's it. Onto the show-
Oh and...
Disclaimer: I Don't own trauma team or any of it's characters. I just have a soft spot for them. Well (most) of them.
Part 1-1 Old habits die hard (CR-SO1)
Everything seemed to settle down again for once... The air was crisp and the sky was bluer than normal- A change I never minded, peace in my life was good for a change anyway.
Change... Huh. Everything had changed after I was finally released fully from my sentence and the chains that bound me to do meaningless work. No, I can't quite say that either, my work was ever meaningless or pointless in my eyes, no matter how much I would struggle at first. Saving lives and helping others had become more than just some practiced hobby- as I now worked at Resurgam full time. What can I say? After the panic from Rosalia, it seemed like I, and every other doctor here, could finally breathe easy again. But that was 3 years ago now... I remember everything and every detail clearly to this day. I closed my eyes and turned my face upwards, deciding to let the sun's rays warm my- what Dr. Cunningham calls... "Pasty vampiric like" skin. My eyes scanned across the helipad's landing as I could feel the familiar smoky vapors approaching. Figured as much, as following others around and making snark remarks was his preferred specialty.
"Yo kid, whatcha doing all the way up here? You got an operation in 10."
"I'm well aware." I let out a small breath and rolled my eyes to avoid his gaze.
"Huh. Well it's not like stayin' up here's gonna do that baby face any good. Besides... We don't want the surgeon getting sick now do we? That'd just be more bad press."
"... Fine, I'll be down in a minute."
"See, there ya go kiddo. Doc's like us gotta have a little moxy too right? Just try not to keep that same ol' grim attitude all the time, you'll scare patients off that way."
I only nodded and felt my lab-coat rustle against the wind, I waited patiently for Dr. Cunningham to make his exit, as I leaned across the railing, but instead heard the impatient tapping of his shoes against the concrete.
"... Well? What are you just standin' around for kid? You said one minute, and I've been timing!"
"You never can take anything seriously, can you?" I turned my back to him let myself doze off once more. The cool breeze hitting my face had kept me quite distracted and calm- I knew I was gonna need all the spare time of silence I could get.
"Heheh. Nahhhh, it's not as interesting that way. Stop being such a stiff already! It's such a damn bore." I could hear the faint sounds of rushing footsteps clattering towards us just from behind- and Maria stood back against the archway.
"Where the hell have you two morons been? Seriously, up here, goofing off... All this time?! Ugh. So undependable..." She had her arms crossed firmly across her chest and a scowl planted across her face as usual, her eyebrows more pointed than usual, and her teeth surprisingly sharper for the occasion. I figured I had just gotten used to it by now.
"Whoah there. Relax! Me and the kid were just headin' down there, right?"
He turned his head towards me expectantly- either that.. Or from pure realization and terror from Maria's outbursts.
"... Thats right." Though my reply had sounded more unsure then I would have liked it to.
"I swear, it's like I'm always babysitting and picking up after you two! Well you can't just sit comfortably on your asses for the rest of your damn shallow lives! Gabe, did you even finish her diagnosis yet?"
"Of course I did. Whaddya take me for?... On second thought. Don't... Answer that. I got the paperwork all lined up. Looks like it's similar to diverticulitis and it's come pretty along."
"Similar to? That crap again? Come on, can't you do any better, honestly!"
"Hey c'mon now. Some cases are harder to tell for certain compared to others."
"Uh-hmm.. Whatever. Hey kid, you ready or not?" Maria turned her attention back towards me. I could tell she was quite tired and irritated. I... Shouldn't do anything to upset her any more, otherwise I'd be in more trouble than the patient. I imagined Dr. Cunningham giving me a snide high five for that comment, and was glad In the end I had decided to keep any thoughts regarding Maria to myself. I honestly would never hear the end of it...
"Of course." I nodded and uneasily moved some hair away from my face.
"Alright slow-poke, let's kick this into gear!" And before I got a second to react, Maria had already raced down the stairs.
"..."
"Well someone's full of themselves again lately hmm? Hey, don't let her get to ya kid. Just do your best."
"I know. That's all I can ever do..." I bowed to myself respectively and started down the stairs after the impulsive paramedic.
"Yo, kid. Wait up!" I heard Dr. Cunningham call behind me.
"Yes, what is it?"
I looked down and froze as he had reached his hand out to me again.
"Hey c'mon now. We know each other better by now right? Don't be so scared. But anyway, good luck kid."
I hesitantly reached out to grab it and returned with a reassuring nod. "Right."
"And maybe after you're finished, you me and Hank could stop by the bar for good times sake. Whaddya say?"
"It's a nice offer. But I'll pass... I like to keep focused after all."
"Hmph. Alriiiiiight, suit yourself. Ya know, unwinding a bit never hurt anybody."
"Maybe you should check in a mirror." I bluntly stated before descending back down the stairs quickly before Maria got too pissed...
"Heh. Hahahaha! Well, he did catch a little somethin' from me. Well, I'll be damned! I have to admit, I had my doubts." The diagnostician, quite proud of himself, almost spat out his cigarette but quickly made a recovery. "Hmm, hey... What are you doing out here? You know the drill right? Now scram!" That was the last thing I had heard him say before I reached the O.R. At first, it seemed like it wasn't directed at anyone in particular but... I couldn't quite put my finger on him.
