Visiting Hours

Noisy. That was certainly a word to describe it, the machine that often signified the arrival of someone in particular. The man had unruly brown hair that seemed in need of a cut and with a look about him that just screamed his profession as a grease monkey. But what was he doing out here at this time? Disturbing the peace of the county hospital with his engine's continuous rumble. The heartbeat of some wild beast coinciding with his own as he sat back for a smoke upon it. Despite the clear warnings for not doing so and the likelihood of spreading around the carcinogens he seemed defiant of it all.

A newer colleague to the chief of medicine, Angela Ziegler, made their opinion quite clear, their nose upturned and a scoff echoing out of their throat. "Who does he think he is? Disrupting the peace with that eyesore? Can you believe that?"

Their expression incredulous as they practically looked pleading when regarding Dr. Ziegler. She in turn looked at her with a cool sort of sereneness that had been acquired through almost a decade of practice and many sleepless evenings. "Mm, yes he certainly seems the sort to act outlandishly doesn't he?" She doesn't regard it much more than that for a moment, continuing to sign off on a form she had been handed moments before by a nurse. "But it is unlikely that his mind will easily be swayed." Ah, she'd need to dot that I for certain.

"You're saying this isn't the first time he's done that? Can't we— can't we call the police on him? What if he brings some "friends" and they cause trouble?" They were perhaps making this a bigger deal than it needed to be. But Angela could understand where their worry had stemmed from, she was an intern once all those years ago.

"Such little opinion of him already?" She glances up from her work for once, the slightest ghost of a smile directed towards him as he continued to wait with his engine rumbling right outside. "He strikes me as… Far too much of a sweetheart to go as far as to do something so malicious." A chortle left her lips, one that seemed to tell more than she was willing to let slip at the current moment. The hint was lost to the other unfortunately.

"Security then? Best to keep it local than make this such a big thing? God what's he gonna do, wait out there until he's developed a need to be treated with all those cigarettes…" They had begun fidgeting with their own pen and clipboard albeit nervously and without much purpose. It was at that moment that Dr. Ziegler had decided on handing her own towards her, moving right towards the entrance to the hospital with what the other assumed to be a different purpose. "Ah! You're going to tell them off? Do you need any backup he seems like the type not to take no for an answ— "

"No, nothing like that. However could you bring that towards the Nurse's station for me? I'm already late for lunch as is and I don't want to keep him waiting for any longer than I need to."

"...What?" Was all that could be let out by the other there as they watched Angela greet the man with an affectionate peck to the cheek before chiding them on their nasty habit. But their problem was indeed handled as the biker took off from the parking lot, with Dr. Ziegler riding right behind him of course.