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Post by Bridget Cameron Delaynee on Apr 7, 2013 15:45:14 GMT -5
Bridget rolled her eyes. “Please, like there wouldn’t be a case packed already for me. The trouble would be me yelling at you the entire trip to the car for going through my wardrobe, or worse, getting Tay to do it,” she said with a shake of her head. It wasn’t about them going through her things to pack whatever it would be that she would need, it was the simple fact that Taylor would know about the plans and not warn her. She knew her friend could be devious when there was something to amuse her but she hoped that a situation like that wouldn’t fall under that title. Bridget held her hands up to her face. “Introducing me to the family, I didn’t know I was so special,” she teased, grinning. She had only spoken ten words to Dylan’s mom, maybe even less than that in passing when she was there to drop off his sister’s or pick them up and Bridget was rushing out to run an errand before she forgot about it again.
Bridget like half the worlds’ busiest population was lucky if she managed a full night’s sleep. Four hours usually did her plenty and with all the coffee and espresso she drank, plus all the sugary treats she fed herself, it was a wonder she slept at all at the end of the day. “It must be tiring being adored by the masses,” Bridget said with a sigh. They joked about it all but if Bee ever thought Dylan had a case of swelling ego; she wouldn’t hesitate to knock him down a few pegs. She would happily be the first to do so.
Despite knowing a few doctors, Bridget didn’t enjoy going to them with her medical issues. She only did so when she knew there was something over the counter medication couldn’t fix and even then making a quick phone call to her father was her first option. The doctors she knew in the city were already so busy with real patients and real work to worry about that she tried not to add to it though there were times; she would admit that she couldn’t wait for her father to call her back and went to Dylan or Taylor for help. Bridget let slip a laugh, shaking her head. “Arrogance doesn’t suit you. You’re not pretty enough for it,” she teased. She wanted to ask to see it but she didn’t want all of these few stolen moments to be so serious.
She wanted to spend this impromptu picnic lunch talking about anything else but the topic was breached and she was too interested in knowing about this part of Dylan’s past, the part he kept hidden from everyone that she wasn’t about to quiet down about it. She would stop when she either got answers from him or he told her to shut it, that he was done with it for now. She didn’t want to cross any boundaries Dylan might have set but while the topic was still open, she was going to ask questions and hear his story. Bridget turned her attention back to the scan for just a second longer, wondering what it was like to be in his position. She couldn’t begin to understand exactly what he was going through with this patient but she could guess it wasn’t good. “Hey, look at me,” she said, looking up at Dylan, bringing her hands up to either side of his face. “You’re going to go in there with your head clear and get the job done. You’re going to give that kid his life back and give him a story that will make all the girls want to show him want he might have missed out on and have him thanking you every damn day of his life for it,” she said, not wavering once from looking in Dylan’s eyes. “And if he turns out anything like you, he’ll turn into a real man-whore,” she added, teasing, trying to lighten the mood a little.
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Post by Dylan Ellis Griffin on Apr 7, 2013 19:44:37 GMT -5
“The case would already be in the car with the rest of my things. You wouldn’t see it until we got there.”
[/color] The mention of Taylor’s involvement did fill him with more ideas for the future. He didn’t know when he would “kidnap” Bridget since he didn’t know when his next trip out of the city might be or if it would be convenient for Bridget to join him at that time. Still, with the idea cemented in his mind it was only a matter of time before he executed it and showed Bridget what all the fuss was about. “Of course you’re special; you’re my number one girl.”[/color] He added a cheesy wink to accompany his usual charming smirk. Dylan’s secret was coffee, energy shots and power naps when he had the twenty minutes to spare. The leather couch in his office often provided the perfect spot for a quick reboot when his head was growing a little fuzzy. “You grow accustomed to it.”[/color] He said, sighing as though it was his burden to carry. Dylan knew there was a great difference between faking an ego and actually having one. In reality he never thought of himself as someone to be adored and the job he did, the lives he saved, he could never use to boast or show off with. He had been a kid given a second chance at life and it had taught him a hell of a lot more than he could ever put into words. He wasn’t about to waste this gift with arrogance and the false belief that he could have anyone and do anything. Joking about it was harmless enough, though. Pretending to be offended, Dylan dropped his jaw and held his hand over his heart. “You don’t think I’m pretty? Words of a heartbreaker, if ever I heard one.”[/color] He said, shaking his head and keeping up his hurt act as he turned away. Had he known Bridget would be stopping by for lunch, Dylan never would have put that scan up on the board and the files scattered on his desk in reference to both his past and Monday’s operation would have been tucked away in one of the drawers of his desk. He never spoke about his own experience as a patient simply because it wasn’t a nice topic of conversation and it wasn’t what people wanted to hear about. Throw in the fact that it had all happened long before he had met any of the people in his life now and it all just seemed a little depressing and irrelevant to bring up spontaneously. If there was a worry or a reason then it might have been different, but mostly it was simply because he didn’t want to dredge up old tales that could make people feel uncomfortable. If Bridget hadn’t noticed his distracted, stressed mood and found out his secret for herself then she would still be in the dark about his past, too. He was surprisingly at ease confiding in her, though and he didn’t know whether to be surprised by it or simply shrug it off as reading too much into something small. He had never spoken to anyone outside of his family about the matter, so maybe it would be this easy to speak to other friends, too, but somehow, he doubted it. He had a much closer connection with Bridget than with the other doctors, girls he dated for brief periods, and the guys he often found himself having drinks with once an empty weekend rolled by. His blue eyes were fixed on hers as her words chipped away at his anxiety. Smiling, he pulled her back to his chest and hugged her closer for a moment, his cheek resting against the top of her head before he leaned back just enough to look down at her. “Sometimes I don’t know what I would do without you.”[/color] He whispered, brushing the hair from her eyes before pressing his lips to her forehead. He had needed to hear those words, needed someone to tell him he could do it and things would be alright. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Bee <3 WORDS! 732! OUTFIT! Neat Neuro! LYRICS! More Than Friends - - - Gabrielle Aplin NOTES! <3 <3 <3
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Post by Bridget Cameron Delaynee on Apr 11, 2013 20:23:40 GMT -5
“So I yell for a few minutes before I get my head about me and figure out you wouldn’t be stupid enough to not pack me a bag,” she said with a careless shrug. Her summers were usually free unless it was a couple weeks before and after school started up. So being kidnapped wouldn’t do much in the way of ruining any plans. She would worry about her dogs but that was about the most she would worry about. Bridget gasped, holding her hand to her heart. “Aw, stop you’ll make me blush,” she said, rolling her eyes at his cheesy wink.
As much as Bridget enjoyed teasing Dylan about being so popular with the nurses around the hospital, she knew he didn’t have that much of an ego. “It makes perfect sense why you run off for weekends now,” she said, as if it were so clear to her now. She knew those trips out for weekends were to get away from the stress of the job he had, but that wouldn’t stop her from teasing him about it; just like everything else. Bridget’s pale eyes lit up with mischief. “I learnt from the best,” she said, running her hand over her hair like it was all part of the show.
Bridget was kind of glad that she’d just stopped by Dylan’s office instead of calling ahead and having him meet her outside like usual. Besides the small fact that she had yet to see his office until now, she wouldn’t have gotten this glimpse into his childhood if she’d given him the time to hide everything. "You would probably have a lot of rehabbed furniture around your place," she teased, relieved that some of the stress she saw was leaving him. Rolling her eyes at the sound of her phone, she pulled it from her pocket, checking out who was trying to steal her attention. “Because New York bagels are so fantastic, I need to be reminded to pick up a dozen,” she said, dryly, slipping her phone back into her pocket. “I better go anyway, I’ve still got a dozen things to do not including the list my mother keeps adding of her own,” she said with an eye roll as she slipped around Dylan and moved back to his desk to close up the basket, leaving the container of sweets out. “Eat them, give them away, I don’t care. And you’ve the key to my apartment so, in case I don’t see you before I leave, raid away,” she said, slipping her arm through the empty picnic baskets handles. Instead of saying goodbye or any form of farewell, she wove as she shut the door behind her and made her way back through the hospital and out the front doors to her car to finish the errands she still had to do.
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