I had a witty comment but I forgot it so let's pretend this is a witty comment.
Jess started me as an intern and I checked up on patients with her. Nothing worthy of Grey's Anatomy, but still pretty fulfilling.
And by fulfilling, I mean being whipped around every gods dam place in the hospital. My legs never stopped moving. From adjusting IV tubes to getting crap from all the residents to learning rules to yearning not to give someone ambrosia and basically that's how my day went.
I was changing back into my normal clothes when one of the interns, Grace, came up behind me. "Hi, Will, is it?"
"Yeah. Hi. Is this how everyday goes?"
"Eh, you get used to it. So where are you going after work?"
"To my flat, I guess. With my roommate." Don't get me wrong, I was normally openly gay, but from all the psychological warfare, I didn't want fag to be one of the whispers when I walk down the hall.
"There's a pretty good bar down the street. I want to buy you a drink."
Um... Is she hitting on me? I'm not even old enough to drink! "Sorry. I promised my roommate."
"Aw what a shame. Rain check?"
"Yeah. Sorry. I'd love to have a chat with you some time."
"Oh, but can I ask you something?"
"Sure. Fire away."
"Can you keep a secret?"
Only my entire existence. "Yeah. Are you okay?"
"Its just, my girlfriend is sick, and I need an excuse to talk to her, make sure she's okay. Can you pretend to be her boyfriend and tell me everything? I mean, I would tell everyone, but-"
"Residents?"
Her face softened. "Yeah. I mean, I hardly know you, but you seem pretty nice."
"No problem. Of course I'll help. And by the way, I'm gay. So I know what you mean."
"Bi. Thanks Will. IOU a drink."
"I'll remember that." I smiled.
The door of the flat shut behind me. "Oh, Sunshine!" I called out. He was playing on his phone. "What are you doing?"
Then he burst out laughing. "Its this app called Wattpad. Sorry. This author is awesome."
"I know what Wattpad is, I just don't have it. What's your book about?"
"Us, surprisingly. This person even seems to know we're demigods, and our pasts."
"What's their username?"
Wait for it...
"Nico_Solace. They're so funny."
You self expecting bastards thought I was gonna put me here didn't you? Well no, the author mentioned is actually quite awesome.
"Let me see."
After reading their fanfic, I nearly threw the phone across the room. "No! We need to see how this ends!"
"They'll update in a few days."
"Not soon enough. You're dying! And I can't speak Italian!"
"Haha. I would never die like that."
"What is it? You know what it means?"
"Yes, but I'm not telling you."
"Please?"
"No." He walked into the bedroom and turned off the light.
It was 10pm already, which meant time to sleep anyways. I had another shift tomorrow.
Grace smiled at me tomorrow, which was the first friendly face I'd seen since my arrival. Jess was too busy to stop in. "She's in room 138C. Thanks for everything."
"My pleasure."
After making my rounds I stopped to see her. Apparently, her name was Jo and she had pneumonia. She knew I was coming. Her hair was platinum and her emerald eyes were almost unsettling if they weren't so kind and tired.
"Hi. Grace sent me, um..."
She smiled. "I know." I could hear her lungs gurgle when she spoke. Oh gods.
Suddenly, one of the major dicks- I mean doctors, came in. "Solace. What are you doing?"
"She's my girlfriend, Dr. James."
He narrowed his eyes, but left. "Don't be too long. Time is life saving."
"Him going away is life saving." I muttered. "But yeah. How are your vitals?"
She had good blood pressure, cholesterol, and heart rate, but her breaths were deep, and slow, and labored.
Jo really grew on me, and I told Grace everything. "Do you think she'll be okay?"
"Of course."
Sometimes, you need to lie.
Right. That's it. Well, watcha thinking of Grace and Jo? Because I do have some ideas for their character development, but its up to you, really.
Kisses,
Satan, (Gay Ships are Yay Ships) Lord of Feels.
