A distinguished-looking man was walking down the corridor. He stopped, paused for a moment, and decisively whacked the handrail outside of Room 16 with his cane.
He's insane, she thought. She tilted her head while thoughts churned in her head. Why, why did she decide to hire this seemly whack job doctor? Her oncologist had encouraged her. He said he'd known the new doctor for a long time. He said that he might be a little eccentric (a little didn't even start to cut it, buddy), but a brilliant doctor and had saved hundreds of cases that were thought to be incurable. He said you had to look past the Vicoden addiction.
She did, and checked out his record.
Her second in command had forgotten to mention that he had no bedside manner at all.
He was wearing a loose fitting suit, instead of a customary white lab coat. That was okay, she decided. Nobody ever said doctors had to wear a white coat, except for the unspoken yet known code of law of General Hospital. Her eyes traveled down his sturdy figure and saw he was wearing ordinary grey Nike sneakers instead of normal nice shoes that go with suits. Her eyebrows curved down into a gentle angle as she frowned, trying to figure out his reasoning. Either he wanted to attract attention to himself, or he honestly didn't care what people thought of him. She didn't know which it was yet, but she had a feeling she would find out soon.
For no reason at all, he turned around and locked gazes with her. She almost stumbled backwards with the sudden intensity aimed at her. His eyes were blue, the brightest blue that you could ever imagine, but somehow at the same time they were dull, like he had a scar on his life that could never fully heal. Or maybe that scar was on his body.
After a second had passed, she wondered how he had known she had been studying him. His eyes looked like they had changed to a darker blue, somehow blocking her of any guesses of what he was thinking. She dropped her gaze and the split second after she was no longer held still by his blue pools, she wondered if she had seen his mouth curve up into the slightest smile.
She doubted it.
