Call me 'Gabe!'
"Hey, I got some new patients for you..." Chief Esha Patel declared as she slammed a crate of files on the carpet floor of Dr. Cunningham's office. The green-haired man held up a coffee mug and a groaned. "Don't give me that, Gabe. It's not that I enjoy making your job harder." She was met with a long glare. "Please, if I wanted to make you miserable, I would have put you on the first response team."
"Stop being such a jerk, Gabe! You could at least give a lady a decent compliment here and then!" Dr. Maria Torres jostled the man before he planned his escape. "You owe me and Tomoe a lunch! And it better not be one of those crappy meals from the cafeteria, you hear me?" His footsteps were never this fast as the voice blared, "And I mean tomorrow, moron!"
"I have been told that I have been using too many proper titles when I speak..." Dr. Tachibana lowered her purple eyes in embarrassment, but raised her head to mention, "I was advised to use first names to refer to others. Do you mind if I use 'Gabe' to speak to you from now on? I believe that name is quite popular amongst the your peers in the staff..." Her eyes widened when the diagnostician broke into a choking laugh. "Is something the matter, Gabe? Are you feeling ill?" The woman looked around for more staff members. "Excuse me? I need someone to take Gabe to..." A loud 'thump' sound was heard from behind her. "Oh dear..."
"Gabe, since when do you begin complaining to me on the phone?" Dr. Naomi Kimishima sighed as the doctor at his desk slumped back. "Should I share my life's troubles as well? It all begins with receiving a corpse upon your arrival to work. Every. Single. Day. Maybe if you're lucky, which I'm sure you are, you may get double the hospitality." Gabriel lowered the cellphone as the woman continued, "I'm not even at the best part. Sometimes the bodies come in pieces...blood and guts. The things that would make the average man react in a revolting way. Gabe, are you even listening?"
"Dr. Cunningham? Why are you here...you're not operating today, right?" The man answered sarcastically to the question upon his entrance to the OR. Nurse Emma Wilson then stammered out, "Um...Doctor, there's a rumor going around that...uh...long names make it harder to communicate during a procedure. So... instead of five syllables, I figured out a way to shorten down your name. Does 'Gabe' sound fine with you?" The diagnostician turned around with a hand over his mouth. "What's wrong? If you don't like the name...I could call you...um...how about 'G' or I could extend it to two syllables. 'Gabe-y?'"
"You are the diagnostician, right? Someone told me you're going to escort me back." CR-SO1 said in a frozen gaze as he rolled down his sleeves. "She said your name was...Gabe Cunningham?" The man had a smirk on his face and the surgeon asked, "That is your name, right? Did I pronounce it wrong or something?"
"I'm sorry that Claire had you carry some of her bags today..." Dr. Hank Freebird spoke with an apologetic tone before switching the subject, "We have been friends for a long time, but can I ask why only women call you...'Gabe?'" The other man let out a breath and gave up on finding a response. The orthopedic surgeon went on, "Do you mind if I call you by that? I just thought it would...make things more convenient. Especially since Claire has been bothering me about using long names..."
"Dr. Cunningham, I have been recording many conversations throughout the hospital in the past month due to Resugam's protocols and after an analysis, I have discovered that 80% of all female faculty and 10% of all male faculty have referred to you as 'Gabe.'" The diagnostician moaned as he faceplamed, mumbling about what was RONI's true objective was. "There has been an installment in my database that allows doctor to personalize the language format terminals such as myself can use. If you prefer, I am able to converse with you using this name instead of 'Doctor.'" The diagnostician bluntly replied with 'what do you think.' "I will assume this vague statement means 'yes.' Good afternoon, Gabe."
"Oh, doc! It's nice to see you again." Joshua Cunningham greeted as the man reentered the exam room after visiting the image analysis lab. "Hey, someone tole me your name is...uh...Gabe-bry...el? Um...can I call you Gabe instead? It's a really cool name- you can call me Josh instead of Joshua, how's that?" He smiled and cheered, "Well, I'm counting on you, Gabe! Hurry and find something to make me feel better fast!"
"Now listen, son!" Assistant Secretary of the HHS, Jacob Tillman, boomed as the doctor looked away. "What was your name... Oh- Gabriel Cunningham, was it?" The politician grumbled under his angry mood, "That's kind of a mouthful..." He cleared his throat and continued, "Well Gabe, you should know the country's in a tight spot right now, and I ain't gonna..." Gabriel cracked up, only because the ladies would call him by the nickname; the old fart was new. "Hey, this ain't something to laugh at...Quit giggling like a girl, you son of a-"
"Ah, good morning, Dr. Cunningham." Kanadamaru Hanzou bowed at the green-haired doctor entering the courtyard through the shrubbery. "Lady Tomoe shall be coming out in a moment for her training, so please be patient." The butler then had a hand on his chin and noted, "There's something that reminds me- I was instructed to use informal names upon greeting others. I believe Maria said your first name was 'Gabe,' correct? I'll be sure to use that name from now on, Gabe."
"You better not pull off another stunt like that again. I guarantee you the next time you'll be behind bars, doctor." Detective Ian Holden stated while adjusting his shades and turning to the exit on the rooftop. "Hopefully you'll listen to the advice. Goodbye then." But before departing, he added, "I'll make sure to remember your name. It was...Gabe...Cunningham?" For some reason, the surname was easier to recall than the first. "I'll...keep track of the last name then."
A/N: It's been a long time, Gabe. How have you been?
Just kidding.
This was a short freebie that I crammed in a few minutes of spare time. Some of these were funny, while some just make wanna pity the guy. I wanna hear what you think! Oh...and was I missing anyone important?
Anyways, if I have time, I'll continue this 'Whatever you do, don't-' series. Any ideas?