[Centre][colour=teal][h1]Christopher Freeman[/h1][/colour]
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[Sub][url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0wUjKZ9H8qw]I'm not gonna swallow the lie that I'm fed
Cos I want the world coming down on my head
You're gonna find out you're already dead
And I was the world coming down on your head[/url][/sub][/centre]
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[B][Colour=teal]"I don't think you understand, son. There's an emergency. It's probably an absolute ruckus up there. Do you think my ears can handle that kind of noise? No, precisely. So you'll have to deliver the flipping blood samples yourself, won't you?"[/colour][/b]

It was common knowledge among interns that you do not want under Dr Christopher Freeman. Ever. He would work them hard and use them for menial tasks that are too dull for him. This one was impressive, he had been working under Christopher for three weeks and his spirit hadn't been broken. Christopher liked the young man's spunk and determination, and therefore felt the need to work him harder than usual. As the boy ran off with the blood tests, Christopher moved quickly to the young man's work station in the lab. He seemed to be working on some equation he couldn't get the hang of for school. Topher was also known for being helpful towards those who he respected, so sticking to that image, he wrote out the hardest part of the work for the young man, and left him a note telling him that he just earned a 30 minute coffee break.

He returned back to his desk, cleaning up various test tubes and watch-glasses. This was the menial part of his job, cleaning up his mess. He truly adored his work, but it could be a bit tiresome. Nonetheless, without him the entire hospital would collapse. He was one of the best lab techs in the U.S., and everyone knew it, including himself. What he was doing was important research for the sake of the country. Or something like that, the usual spiel his mother gave him whenever she visited him.

He nodded at the intern as he came back. [b][colour=teal]"Right then, I'm off on my break. I think I'll go and help with the ambulances. You'll know where to find me."[/colour][/b] His voice was unnaturally slow and he meticulously pronounced each syllable, a trick he learnt from speech therapy. 

[b]"Are you sure, Dr Freeman? I mean, you just said you wouldn't go up there... And you look exhausted..."[/b]

[b][colour=teal]"Calm down, Lucas. I'll be just fine. What's the point of working in a hospital if you can't help 24/7."[/colour][/b]

As he entered the auditorium, the wailing sirens screamed over his thoughts. It almost hurt him, sending him into a state of panic. He was tired, and his sensitive ears were getting the better of him. He needed to get out, but he wanted to help. That was his job.

That being said, he never usually had to deal with this kind of noise. Taking a few deep breaths, he prepared for the worst. If distressed relatives needed help, he'd be there. If an impromptu blood test was needed, he'd be there. He looked around the room, spotting Tamara Hayes standing around, presumably as determined to help out as he was. He didn't think she was particularly bad company, so he walked up to her, coughing to make his presence know.

[b][colour=teal]"Well hello there. Someone looks tired today. Were you working all night or...?"[/colour][/b] Small talk was, clearly, not his forte.

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