a/n: This chapter takes place just before chapter 1 of City Sunsets. Enjoy!
Sunday Afternoon Chaos Theory
s: One day, he's going to make everyone else's lives at the hospital a living hell.
He's been overworked and overtaxed at the hospital lately, and it's driving him crazy. The slow burn of nicotine in his lungs isn't enough to clear his thoughts these days either.
His department's lead practitioner had given him the task of reorganizing a third of the hospitals heart-surgery patients from the last decade for database purposes - some sort of mess about trying to move from paper to computers and the like. He grumbles and argues, trying very hard to get out of it, but he knows good and well that doing favors for the old asshole will keep him in the good graces of the hospital.
Bepo helps him keep things in perspective - take things one step at a time; one file at a time, rather. Still, his large friend encourages him to take breaks as necessary and to stop being such a workaholic, but it's better than sleeping his days away and wasting time that he'd otherwise spend wasting money and good sense. It reminds him of his time in undergrad, running around with Kid and kicking up a fuss. Hah. Wouldn't he laugh to see him staying up all night to be responsible or some shit.
So what, the lead practitioner wants some files reorganized? He'll do it. But, of course, like all things, he wants more than just the acclaim of being the hospital's star student. He knows exactly what he's going to ask for once he gets this task from hell taken care of.
He's going to ask for weekends off. What are they going to do, stop him? Ha! What a riot. He'll argue his way into it, for this damn chore.
He's had five cups of coffee in the last three hours, and if it gives him five more bags under each eye for this dumb task, it's worth it. He revs up the engine on his car with a smirk, cackling to himself about how perfect his plans are. So what if it's the middle of the morning? So what if he's nowhere near done with this awful chore? He's going to drink this energy drink, he's going to kick ass and take names, and he's going to show that hospital exactly who they're dealing with.
That'll show them better than to stress him out. Weekends are prime vacation time, and none of the doctors want to work them either. So when he, the intern, gets them off, he'll be the talk of the hospital, and he thinks to himself, then let those assholes gossip as he pulls into the gas station parking lot.
He deserves it.