Kelly glanced towards the Doctor. He hummed something and tipped back and forth on his feet with the elevator.
He was really odd, like, extremely odd, like the "small-bells-are-ringing-in-my-head-something-is-o ff" odd. But he looked nice. You know, nice as in personality. Kind, or whatever… an understanding type. Not as in looks, nope. Besides, she already had a boy-... Well, ex-boyfriend. Who still came around, once in a while.
The Doctor shifted his weight to his other leg and huffed slightly. He turned to Kelly.
"What day is it today? There's absolutely no one around."
"It's Friday. There's a night-shift coming any minute now."
"But this is a hospital," he deadpanned.
"Nah, it's more like a medical centre," she said and smiled.
The elevator said ding, and Kelly and the Doctor went out on the hall. She started walking with long strides towards the patients' booth.
"Right, so this patient. Who is he? Or she. It?" the Doctor inquired.
"He is male," Kelly said, faltering in her walk a bit. "Ehm, the receptionist found him in the park while she was out for her morning run, and took him in here. Been in a coma ever since."
"The receptionist?" the Doctor asked.
"The patient," Kelly answered, impatiently.
"Oh. Right."
Kelly stopped, and turned to open a door into one of the rooms. The Doctor went directly past her to the bed and glanced at the patient. He then looked at all the monitors, and then suddenly he slammed (for a lack of better word) himself onto the floor. Kelly jumped and looked at him in shock.
"Eh, Sir... are you okay?"
She stayed where she was, thinking how she could've let this mad man into the building. Maybe he'd faked his papers or something. Something was definitely off about him that was for sure. As sudden as he had flung himself to the floor, his head bobbed up from behind the bed.
"Yes... sir? Do you call people sir; this is the 21st century, right?" he asked, looking as confused as she felt.
"Yeah..." she said, not really knowing where this was heading.
"Right."
The Doctor shuffled a bit back and forth, and at some point he sniffed to the patient. Then he took something new out of his jackets pocket (how much could fit in there?). It looked like an electric toothbrush, except it didn't have the brush-y part or any other part like a toothbrush actually. Okay, it didn't really look like a toothbrush, but that was just what it was named in her head.
He flipped it in his hand and pushed something on it, and it started lighting green, accompanied by a strange sound. He let it glide past the monitors, which were all detecting a regular heartbeat. He then let it glide towards the patient, but at this, Kelly stepped in.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down there... what the hell is that thing, and why're you wavin it around over the patient," Kelly snapped.
The Doctor, who had been looking at his weird toothbrush, turned to look at her, his eyes wild.
"Get out," he ordered.
"Sorry?" Kelly responded, offended by the thought that this guy thought he could just boss her around like that.
"Get out, get out, GET OUT!" he yelled, ushering Kelly and himself out of the room.
Outside of the room, he grabbed her arm, and pulled her with him down the hall. Kelly had no idea what was happening, but the next thing she knew she was running as fast as she could, holding tightly on the Doctor's hand. The halls echoed of their feet ramming down on the floor.
"Keep running," he insisted, not explaining why. But when they reached the elevator, she stopped, but the Doctor still pulled her along with him.
"No, too slow," he yelled, running towards an emergency door, ripping it open, and running down the stairs. She followed shortly.
They ran all the way down, skipping a few of the steps. Kelly may or may not have slipped a few times, and gripped on to the rains for dear life. It was a long way down, because they had been a long way up (the patient had been on the 4th floor).
She felt like her heart was going to stop, and her lungs were tightening and her sides burned, when suddenly the exit-door appeared front of her. The Doctor, who was faster than her, had already half opened it and had run through. She still didn't know why she was running from the patient; but something had just told her to follow the Doctor. It just seemed like the right thing to do, you know?
Finally outside, on the other side of the road, she felt that she could stop. Kelly gasped for air, not realizing that she had just run four staircases and several meters of halls. Her PE teacher must've been so proud of her.
"What..." she gasped, "... the hell..." she let out a breath, "... was that..." she gasped again, "... for... "
He was also gasping, though not as loudly and noticeable as her. He looked around on the streets.
"Nothing. I just wanted to know if you'd trust everything I'd say... okay, back to the patient... "
She stopped gasping, and looked abruptly at him.
"What?"
The Doctor waved his hand nonchalantly around.
"Yeah, you know, most people say they trust me, but put in a dangerous position, most humans will do the stupid thing and not listen to what I say," he rambled, because what the hell, most humans?
"You wanted me... to prove myself... to you... " she gasped.
He nodded, checking his mechanical thing again, flipping it out and reading something off it. Kelly smacked his arm and he looked stunned at her.
"Why'd you need to do that, in an hour the whole shift will flood into the medical centre," Kelly fumed, getting annoyed at him. "Sorry," she added, gesturing to his arm.
The man walked around on the stop, rubbing his neck distressed.
"No... no. That simply won't do, you'll have to stop them, tell them to stay away," he insisted.
"I can't tell the doctors to stay away from their patients... you should know that, Doctor," Kelly said with a slightly bitter tone.
He ignored the last bit.
"I need time, Miss Kelly, I need time to fix this," he stressed.
"Fix what! In a little time, a whole team of doctors will arrive, and then they'll take care of him," she exclaimed, waving her hand towards the hospital.
"Are you sure about that?" he said, and went towards the centre again.
She followed him, thinking again about how the hell this guy was and how weird her normal afternoon had become in just a few minutes.
"We need to find the receptionist."