Aaron appears in the waiting room doorway, his labcoat unbuttoned, and Camille's file in his hands.

He always enjoyed making a big entrance to show his importance within the hospital, and today was no exception. he pushes both doors open, so that he appears between them, and then stands, studying the waiting room.

he glances at the chart, but the name of the girl who came in with him is not written anywhere on it.

he frowns at the file, but inwardly smiles as he now has a reason to yell at the head nurse, who always proved to be a wrothy opponant.

he looks over the waiting room again, scanning the people stiing there, all of whom are watching him for news of the fate of their loved ones.

he can not suppress a smile at the atention, but quickly turns it into a bedside manner type of thing, a sort of plastic smile to mask the news.

aaron looks up from his file again, enjoying the enhancement of the tension in the waiting room, as he flips through a third time, knowing full well that the name is nowhere to be found in the file.

literally every eye in the waiting room is on him as he looks up again.

he starts to look for a fourth time, but decides all of the family and friends in the waiting room have suffered enough.

"time to go in for the kill" he thinks to himself.

"um..." he begins. he glances around. "i am looking for the girl who came in with the man who was in the car wreck.

beautiful stands up, and walks to the young doctor.

"right." he says. "your friend..."

beautiful leans foward, waiting.

"he is your friend?"

"yes... well, no." she says. "i have never met him before. i... kinda pulled him from the wreck"

"well, then i shouldn't be speaking to you." he turns to go.

she grabs his elbow.

"wait!" she says.

he truns, and casts an angry look at her hand, still on his elbow.

"look, i have to know... is he going to be okay?"

he looks at the hand holding him in place unneccesarily.

she follows his gaze and sees that she is still holding him.

"oh" she says. "sorry."

she takes her hand away.

"i am not at liberty to say, as you are not the next of kin." he informs her coldly.

"please!" she whispers.

he raises an eyebrow at her, riding high on her tortured emoiotional state.

"come with me" he says.

he opens one of the doors, and exits the waiting room.

she follows close behind.

he stops, and turns, his eyes going over her head to be sure the dor is closed.

"he's dead."

she bursts into tears.

office teller leans into his mic, and presses the button.

"i need an ambulence pronto, and a van. we have 3 unconcious people, and the perpetrator in cuffs"

cborgman said:

that's ALMOST me. i'd have had to stifle a chuckle. and i certainly wouldn't have waited until we were in more private quarters but pretty damn good. you've got my character nailed!

just a quick note - i have too much going on at work today to write, but i will be back tomorrow

lammastide drives toward his apartment in the cool early morning air.

who the hell was the person that was in the offfice with him? had it been the mysterious "fivepercenter" that had sent the envelope to tron, if that was indeed tron?

he stops at the red light.

he shakes his head, trying to clear it.

too many activities going on, too much to absorb, too many questions.

he hears a curious sound and turns down the music in the car.

he can hear sirens.

he glances in his rearview mirror to see if he needs to move the car.

he sees nothing, but notices the light has turned green.

he removes his foot from the brake, and applies it the accelerator, as the siren noise grows louder. he cruises through the green light, and sees the ambulence further down the street he crosses.

he continues to drive, watching the bright lights in his reaview mirror as the ambulance races through the reflection of the area behind him.

he thinks a moment to send some good karma the way of whatever poor bastard lies in the back of the ambulance, wishing them good luck.

after a few more minutes of driving and deep thought, he pulls into the parking lot of his apartment building, eerily quiet in the earlt morning, the only noise coming from the soft drone of the parking lot lights.

he parks the car, removes the keys and exits the car. he steps onto the pathway, and walks to his apartment door.

he puts the key in the lock, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake his sure to be sleeping lover.

he moves into the living room, and finds that the lights are all off. he locks the door behind him and moves into the bedroom, shedding his clothes along the way, careful to be as quiet as he can.

he sits on the edge of the bed, to remove his shoes. the slight noise of the bed awakens hi the sleeping form.

Fhunkin sits up in the bed, awakened by the noise. he yawns and stretches.

"did you have a good day?" he asks mid-yawn.

"it was alright. go back to sleep." Lammas whispers to him, as he pulls off a shoe.

Fhunkin nods and lies back down.
[This message was edited Thu Aug 7 13:35:50 PDT 2003 by cborgman]

Chris, you RULE!