Lucie covered her mouth to hold in the snigger that threatened to erupt.
"Really?" She giggled. Max grinned.
"Oh, yeah." He confirmed. "And the mother."
Lucie burst out into hysterics, which only worsened as Cal rounded the corner. He frowned at her, confused, he stopped jingling the keys in his hands.
"Something funny?" He asked. Lucie grinned.
"You do not disappoint your reputation." She winked, before sidling away. Max stared after the sauntering doctor.
"You two are as bad as each other." He rolled his eyes. Cal ignored him and continued past the desk, following Lucie down the corridor. He smiled at the back of the doctor. Then he burst through the doors of Ethan's room. He held the keys lightly in his hands.
"I got the keys to your new crib." He grinned. Ethan looked pointedly at him.
"No, you are not taking some random girl back to my new flat." He rebuked. Cal opened his mouth slyly.
"What if she's not so random?" He asked.
"That's even worse!" Ethan exclaimed. Cal held up his hands.
"Anyway, I wasn't going to! I moved all your stuff, except a few bits and pieces."
Cal smiled, very proud of himself. Lucie frowned at him.
"You are looking very conceited there." She said, slightly suspiciously. Cal beamed at her.
"I've just discovered the mysterious virus." He grinned. Lucie shook her head, friendly teasing.
"You mean Ethan discovered it, and you're taking the claim." She smiled sassily. "Yeah, you really are that see-through."
Cal stuck his tongue out immaturely. Lucie bopped him on the nose.
"Behave." She teased. Connie raised an eyebrow, still holding the phone to her ear. Lucie looked away, humbled. She glanced at the paper work in her hands. Sighing, she turned to Cal.
"Swapsies?" She offered hopefully.
Cal frowned at it.
"A cannabis overdose?" He asked. Lucie tapped the patient information.
"Ah." Cal sighed. Lucie smiled sarcastically.
"I thought children were supposed be to delightful little angels, not the devil spawn." She replied, carefully taking the file back and walking off towards the cubicle.
Lucie emerged from the cubicle ten minutes. Sick was splattered across her cheek and all down her blue-green uniform. Ethan hobbled out the room, leaning slightly on his brother. Cal nudged him, and nodded towards the sick-stained doctor. Lucie walked passed him and pointed warningly.
"Don't. Say. A word." She snapped. Cal raised an eyebrow.
"Touch-y." He grinned at Lucie. She glowered at him.
"Try having your sister projectile vomit on you." She retorted.
"That was your SISTER?" Ethan said surprised. "But, she's so..."
"Slutty? Young? Drug-addled?" Lucie offered sardonically. She hurried off to the toilets before Ethan could reply.
Ethan opened the door to the taxi. He climbed in and waited for Cal to enter. He leaned out the taxi door and followed Cal's gaze. He looked at Lucie, emerging out the door, tugging on her coat. She looked around, her eyes falling on Cal, stood still holding the door. Ethan rolled his eyes and leaned back into the taxi.
"Have you nabbed the last one?" She called to Cal.
"'Fraid so." He replied guiltily. "Where are you headed? Might be our way."
Lucie had closed the gap between them.
"I'm fine. I'll walk home." She smiled. She walked slowly across the parking lot.
"You sure?" Ethan called. Lucie waved him away, without looking around.
"I'm good!" She called. Then Lucie turned her face slightly to the side, she muttered to Max leaning against the wall.
"You dare tell him I've forgotten the name of the street."
Hi! For the second time today. Unfortunately my awful attempt at buying myself some time has failed, as four of you have reviewed- and I didn't even bribe you! So thank you to Guest and everyone mentioned last time. You guys are brilliant!
Don't expect another chapter today, I'll try for one tomorrow, but I'm not sure if it'll happen.