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Sorry about all the drama :c I was really looking forward to this. Do you want me to keep subbed to the thread for when you do return?
Omg, i'm sorry that was shitty and short. These tylenol 3's have me so out of it. If you need me to redo it, please let me know because I will.
The air outside of Hannah Cassidy's room was suddenly tense, and James wasn't aware of what he was interrupting. As far as he knew, scheduling doctor Morris for surgery and reporting back was part of the process, so the blonde man didn't really understand why Jack Cassidy was looking at him so intently, as if he wasn't welcome there. For years, James had dealt with his type, as many of his father's business partners had been Jack Cassidy's one sense or another, but he never had grown quite used to being looked down on. Regardless, the time spent in the presence of this man would (hopefully) be considered minimal.
“It's nice to meet you, sir,” James said, shaking Jack's hand firmly with a polite smile. He didn't like the look in the older man's eyes, and for a brief second, James worried that he was being placed. No one in New York knew about where he had come from, or that he was the son of that senator, but Jack had connections and James bore an unfortunate resemblance to his father, sans beard. “We're going to take good care of your wife.”
Jack released James' hand, eyes still filled with scrutiny. He straightened the lapels of his expensive suit and nodded once. “I have faith in Doctor Morris,” he said, although it sounded as though it was more of a threat than words of praise. The vulture-like man turned back to James, questioning how long he had been working there, trying to find a single weakness.
Truthfully, James couldn't say that he minded or was surprised. If there was someone that he cared about, in the hopsital and about to be operated on, he would want to know the credentials of the doctors and nurses involved as well. Although, the fact that Gabriel had pulled him in to assist with the surgery should have said something. “Today is my first day, mister Cassidy,” James relayed, and the older man frowned.
“Is there any way the surgery could be moved up?” Jack asked, now completely ignoring James' presence in obvious disapproval. “I have a meeting tonight,” a rather unsavory one, “and would prefer not to postpone.”
Frowning to himself, James hoped that Gabriel wouldn't try to accommodate Jack, no matter how much money he had. Downstairs, a family was being torn apart, a woman's parents were on their way to say goodbye and her husband was a mess. What kind of person would James look like if the OR team came to collect Elizabeth Charles that afternoon instead of that evening? Maybe he had too much of a heart for this, too big of a conscience, but James didn't think it was fair for those parents to miss the chance to say goodbye to their child.
“There's no room to change anything around,” James interjected, much to the chagrin of Jack Cassidy. Of course, Gabriel would more than likely have the final say, it was his surgery and he had the right to be manipulate the situation out of the best interest of everyone involved.
“It's nice to meet you, sir,” James said, shaking Jack's hand firmly with a polite smile. He didn't like the look in the older man's eyes, and for a brief second, James worried that he was being placed. No one in New York knew about where he had come from, or that he was the son of that senator, but Jack had connections and James bore an unfortunate resemblance to his father, sans beard. “We're going to take good care of your wife.”
Jack released James' hand, eyes still filled with scrutiny. He straightened the lapels of his expensive suit and nodded once. “I have faith in Doctor Morris,” he said, although it sounded as though it was more of a threat than words of praise. The vulture-like man turned back to James, questioning how long he had been working there, trying to find a single weakness.
Truthfully, James couldn't say that he minded or was surprised. If there was someone that he cared about, in the hopsital and about to be operated on, he would want to know the credentials of the doctors and nurses involved as well. Although, the fact that Gabriel had pulled him in to assist with the surgery should have said something. “Today is my first day, mister Cassidy,” James relayed, and the older man frowned.
“Is there any way the surgery could be moved up?” Jack asked, now completely ignoring James' presence in obvious disapproval. “I have a meeting tonight,” a rather unsavory one, “and would prefer not to postpone.”
Frowning to himself, James hoped that Gabriel wouldn't try to accommodate Jack, no matter how much money he had. Downstairs, a family was being torn apart, a woman's parents were on their way to say goodbye and her husband was a mess. What kind of person would James look like if the OR team came to collect Elizabeth Charles that afternoon instead of that evening? Maybe he had too much of a heart for this, too big of a conscience, but James didn't think it was fair for those parents to miss the chance to say goodbye to their child.
“There's no room to change anything around,” James interjected, much to the chagrin of Jack Cassidy. Of course, Gabriel would more than likely have the final say, it was his surgery and he had the right to be manipulate the situation out of the best interest of everyone involved.
I have a wisdom tooth currently ruining my life, but my dentist called in some pain killers for me and I plan to get things done tonight. I apologize for the wait.
Thank you <3 But I really am going to try and get you something today.
Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. I'm going to try my hardest to reply to you sometime today/tonight. I've had a wisdom tooth coming in since Friday and the pain makes it really hard to concentrate. I have a dentist appointment on Thursday, but I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you're not waiting until then or possibly after. I just wanted to give you a heads up because I know it's been a few days and I feel bad.
Haha, yeah, I agree.
And sounds good! I have some things to finish up but I have a wisdom tooth coming in and it's hard to concentrate with the pain.
And sounds good! I have some things to finish up but I have a wisdom tooth coming in and it's hard to concentrate with the pain.
I had no idea she was so short. I pictured Hannah around 5'4"-5'6" but we'll go with Jane's 5'2" height.
Hmm, I guess you're right. I didn't realize she was so short. Let me go change it real quick.
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Spending the day with Noah, discovering all of the parts of Boston that she had once overlooked, seemed like a much better option than getting tipsy at brunch with her friends. On any other day, she would have been content to sit with them, talk about upcoming vacations and whatever else, but Noah was much more exciting. Besides, Charlotte was a believer in fate, and there had to be reason that they had run into each other that morning and hit it off so well. This definitely wasn't something that she was used to doing, or had ever done before. She wasn't sure if the same could be said of Noah, but she didn't think this was his normal routine for picking up girls.
“Ouch,” Charlotte chuckled, nudging him back. Noah was a nice distraction from the length of the line, and if she had to be stuck waiting, she was glad it was with him. “This isn't a very good tour so far, I don't think I'll be leaving a good review online.”
All teasing aside, and for being out in the sun standing in line, Charlotte was actually having a good time. When they had first met earlier in the day, Charlotte had judged Noah prematurely, thinking he was some sort of classless, intimidating thug who was going to yell at her for spilling his coffee. Sometimes, it was nice to be wrong about people, and when Noah went on to ask her on an actual date, Charlotte hesitated slightly. If her friends saw her, or if her parents found out that she was hanging around someone like them, their opinions would be loud and frequent. It would be a lot to handle, but... it was only dinner and a drink, maybe some church.
He looked sweet when he asked, something that Charlotte couldn't have turned down even if she wanted to. “I'd love to,” she nodded. “When are you free?” As for herself, she had the whole summer to plan a date and the thought of coming back to Boston wasn't as daunting when she knew that she would get to hang out with Noah again.
“Ouch,” Charlotte chuckled, nudging him back. Noah was a nice distraction from the length of the line, and if she had to be stuck waiting, she was glad it was with him. “This isn't a very good tour so far, I don't think I'll be leaving a good review online.”
All teasing aside, and for being out in the sun standing in line, Charlotte was actually having a good time. When they had first met earlier in the day, Charlotte had judged Noah prematurely, thinking he was some sort of classless, intimidating thug who was going to yell at her for spilling his coffee. Sometimes, it was nice to be wrong about people, and when Noah went on to ask her on an actual date, Charlotte hesitated slightly. If her friends saw her, or if her parents found out that she was hanging around someone like them, their opinions would be loud and frequent. It would be a lot to handle, but... it was only dinner and a drink, maybe some church.
He looked sweet when he asked, something that Charlotte couldn't have turned down even if she wanted to. “I'd love to,” she nodded. “When are you free?” As for herself, she had the whole summer to plan a date and the thought of coming back to Boston wasn't as daunting when she knew that she would get to hang out with Noah again.
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