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"Yeah and then the cat–woah, whose that?"

Garfield Logan's curious emerald eyes followed a long haired woman in a pristine white lab coat. Black hair was tucked neatly behind her ears, compassionate yet analytical eyes grazed from patient to patient. The long white coat indicated her role as a doctor, and the clipboard in her hand clued at her importance. Geez, wonder what I have to do to get a checkup from her…

"Mr. Logan," His excruciatingly less interesting medic cleared his throat. "You were saying?"

"The cat jumped out of my arms and I lost my balance and fell out of the tree." He sped through the briefing of how he'd broken his arm a few hours ago. "Is, is she a doctor?"

His medic scribbled something on his checklist, not bothering to look up as he spoke. "Doctor, yes. She's recently began practicing here. Quite professional, I may warn you."

Upon hearing her name, the graceful doctor approached his bedside.

"Dr. Grayson." Her eyes traced over the patient and his green cast briefly, before frowning at her coworker.

"Ah, Raven. This is Garfield. He just wanted to say hello." The male doctor smiled kindly at the patient, before exiting the room.

"A broken arm; you should be healed in 10 weeks." She commented. Garfield noted a certain monotone in her smoky voice. "Dick is a perfectionist; you're under excellent care." Offering a thin smile, she turned to leave.

"Raven," Garfield spoke suddenly, realizing he might never see this gorgeous young woman again. "I, uh, do you happen to schedule personal appointments? Say, Saturday evening at 7?" Smooth. Even he had to admit this wasn't the best way to ask an intelligent lady, or any lady, out on a date. Probably sound like a nervous kid, he thought.

Raven met his eyes cautiously. "I, that's very sweet of you, Mr. Logan. But I believe that to be.. unprofessional." Her facial gave no inclination that she was at all interested in an evening out with this patient, however the rosy blush tainting her cheeks told otherwise. "Besides, I'm very committed to this new job, and am working overtime on weekends."

"Guess I'll have to break my other arm, then." Garfield grinned, hoping the light joke would ease some of the tension he'd created.

"That doesn't seem like the best idea, Mr. Logan."

He shrugged. "I think it'd be worth it."

Catching a tiny eyeroll from the serious doctor, he grinned. She was feisty, under that cold exterior, at least. Her intelligence was more obvious than her beauty, and he had a feeling her personality was unique as well.

"7 o'clock on Saturday."