What Will The Signal Be? ;; Jessieboo.

[SUMMER EDEN REYNOLDS]

The morning was long. Really, really fucking long. Somewhere between imax theatre long, and chuck norris' kicking distance long. Which was infinite. That's how long this stupid morning was. She had told 4 people that day, so far, that they had something seriously wrong with them. The doctors loved to send the intern in to do all their dirty work. Sometimes she wished they'd just grow a pair. It wasn't that hard. Most of the diseases were curable.

If she could give everyone a swig of Ichor, they'd all be cured. But no. Ichor had to be poisonous to humans. That was kind of unfair. At least she could assure them that they'd be well cared for where they went when they died. Most of them were Christians, so they thought she was speaking over heaven. She would just laugh and shake her head, patting the person on the shoulder. "Sure, sure." She would say, laughing internally. Of course she had known about that crap. Apparently, she was allowed to even enter the underworld when she pleased. Bonus of being the daughter of a big ol' slut factory.

Sighing as she delivered the news to her last patient, she was getting packed to go on her lunch break when the little ambulance arrival bell went off.
"... Fuck." She groaned and wrapped her stethoscope around her neck again, mimicking choking herself, before running out of the staff room towards the ambulance arrival section. It wasn't too far of a run. Actually, only a few doctors were there to receive the stretcher, which held a man who was completely out of it. His head was obviously bleeding, and was wrapped up in his shirt.

Way to be inventive.

She groaned and popped the gurneys wheels out, helping another doctor push him to the CAT machine to see if he had any brain damage. Once he was hooked all up to the machine, she looked over his files to see what had happened. Apparently, he was an architect for Velocity. He had been overseeing one of his projects and got hit in the head with a beam. Either the contractors were really stupid and didn't know how to carry a beam, or he was just an idiot, and put his head directly in line of fire.

In any case, she ran him through the machine and sent his results to the lab to be analyzed before popping him out, and into a better room, so they could get to work sewing up his head. Which, of course, the doctor left her to do while he wandered off for his own lunch break. Her stomach growled loudly and she ignored it, prepping herself to sew the mans head up.

As he started to regain consciousness, she sat him up and held him in place with hands on either side of his face.
"We don't have time to sedate the area, so you're just going to have to bare with the pain of getting stitches the old fashioned way." She sighed softly and raised a washcloth to his head that was dipped in water as well as alcohol. The alcohol stopped the bleeding long enough for her to get a few stitches in, before she wet it more, and continued on. He was probably so out of it, anyway. He was barely flinching.

"So, you're an architect." She spoke to him, trying to keep him conscious. If she let him go to sleep, the blood in his brain could collect and clot in places no one wanted blood to clot. "That's interesting. I'm an intern, but I specialize in Hematology. If you even know what that is... The study of blood. I'll have to take some of yours in a minute." She finished stitching him up and propped him up on some pillows so he'd still be sitting relatively straight. Wiping off the blood once more, she sighed and examined her work before running her now un-gloved fingers through her hair. "What a mess."

tags; jessie/adrian
outfit; scrubsssss.
words; i don't know. >:
notes; yepppp.
credits; meeee,

[jessseven]

When you're an architect you never expect to be needed on site to supervise. You simply draw a beautiful building, hand it over, and the contracting company takes it from there. Of course, if they're idiots, they call you at odd hours in the day to ask questions.

Today had been one of those days. The only problem? They couldn't visualize what Adrian was trying to explain. So, being the good man he was, Adrian had hopped out of bed at six in the morning to head over to the construction site.

He had opted for his favourite outfit--loose fitting jeans, plaid button up and motorcycle boots that came to his ankles. When you live on a farm all your life in Scotland, you tend to pick up habits. His just happened to be his fashion sense and his dirty smoking.

As he shouldered on his army-style jacket, he grabbed his keys and pack of cigarettes before heading out the door. By seven he was on the site, waltzing around without a hard hat trying to set the contractors straight. Sure, he knew the risks, but he wanted to do his job as quickly as he could so he could go back to his house and get some sleep; the great thing about working for Velocity was that he could work from home. He made his own hours, worked at his own pace and his boss didn't even care. All he needed to do was go in to the office for meetings, submit his work on time, check his voicemail every few days and he was fucking golden.

But of course, shit had to happen just when he was least expecting it. It had taken much longer than he had initially thought, and just as he was finally finishing up--and praying he'd be home for lunch--the beam hit him square in the head and knocked him out cold. From the feeling of being hit, to the weakness he got in his knees, to the way the ground was flying towards his face, all he could think was 'fuck, i could really use a sandwich and a smoke'.

When the paramedics got there, the workers had ripped his shirt off and tied it around his forehead. It was an interesting way to try and stop the bleeding, but it also left him shirtless beneath his army-style jacket. And it was fucking cold. Not that he could feel it, or course. He had passed out by the time he'd hit the ground.

Waking up in a hospital is not something Adrian would consider fun. It was confusing, especially since he couldn't remember what had happened to land him there in the first place. His eyelids fluttered as he regained consciousness, eyes rolling around slowly as the whole scene came into focus. There was something there, dabbing shit at his forehead. Wincing, his eyes shot open. Whatever she was doing fucking hurt. A lot. ""We don't have time to sedate the area, so you're just going to have to bare with the pain of getting stitches the old fashioned way." Goddammit. She needed to stop. Now.

He tried to lift his hand to swat hers away, but it felt heavy. Biting down on his lip, he tried not to cry out in a fit of obscenities as she began to stitch him up. "So, you're a contractor." What the fuck was she on about? He wasn't a contractor. He was an architect. Hello, there's a difference. Architects go to school and get degrees. Contractors drink beer and decide to take an online course.

"That's interesting. I'm an intern, but I specialize in Hematology. If you even know what that is... The study of blood. I'll have to take some of yours in a minute." He was having a hard time following what she was saying, what with the needle being pushed through his skin and pulled tight to make sure the string wasn't loose. His thoughts were working slowly, almost like someone had pressed the slow-motion button on his brain. Her words seemed to go quickly, then slow, then turn to gibberish. Tilting his head, he watched as she wiped her hands on her scrubs, mumbling to herself.

"Why am I almost naked?" Adrian asked, throat itching as he realized how thirsty he was. His eyes trailed down his arms to his bare chest. "My pecs are bleeeding. I need a band-aid." He added, counting the blood splatters on his chest and abs. His eyes unfocused, and he watched in horror as the blood splatters melded together, joining into what looked like a giant pool of blood. "Did someone shoot me?" He asked curiously, looking up as his head throbbed. "That would be cool." His last two words slurred together and he let out a low chuckle. What the fuck was he saying? He sure as hell couldn't make sense of it, but it seemed right--like what he was asking was going to determine if he would live or die. "Y'know," He began, Scottish accent mixing in with the slurs. "Yer not nearly as ugly as I thought you were."

[SUMMER EDEN REYNOLDS]

Blinking, Eden pulled her flashlight out of her pocket and turned it on, sighing softly.
"No, Mr. West. You weren't shot." She shone the light in his eyes, watching as one of his pupils got large, and the other one stayed shrunken. He had a serious concussion. She sighed and ran her fingers back through his hair, moving them around his head to check for any other lumps that may have been forming, when she finally let go, she laughed at him and quirked an eyebrow ever so slightly at his comment, shaking her head.

"Yeah. Tell that one to my ex fiancee. Didn't seem to think so when he was boinking other chicks." She went to the little counter of the room and poured a glass of water for him, sticking a straw in it so he could actually drink it.
"Your motor functions will be a little messed up." She explained slowly, taking his hand and giving him the water, with a soft smile. "But other than that, you're fine. Just a concussion. You'll have to stay overnight." She ran her fingers through her hair again and sighed softly, before putting her hand to her cheek. She had to get his blood. That was right. She should have just collected it off his wound or something. She laughed at the thought of holding a blood vial up to his forehead and went back to the counter and cupboards, pulling out a syringe, and a fresh needle.

Walking back over, she sighed softly and tied his arm with a rubber band, tapping the inner side of his elbow to get a vein to poke through. Humming to herself, she slipped the needle into his arm with minimal effort. She was like the Jesus of getting blood. Most little kids mothers requested her when they needed their little ones blood taken, and they always left with a grin on their face. The trick was the push the needle in slowly, but with a lot of pressure, but to be careful of overshooting the vein. It was harder in children because their bodies were still growing, but she managed to do it well all the same. She blinked as the blood came out and frowned, staring at the colour.

That wasn't normal coloured blood. It had a shiny tinge to it, only recognizable by her own eyes. she bit her lip and drew the needle out when she had enough, tucking the vial into her pocket. She'd have to analyze it in private, away from prying eyes of the other doctors.
"Soooo..." She picked up the file that was clipped to the end of his bed and tossed him a johnny gown for him to slip on. "You should put that on. I'll need your clothes to keep in storage until we let you out of here, if that's alright." She glanced up at him, trying to place his face. He was only a year older than her, so she must have gone to school with him... She frowned slightly and tilted her head, trying to decide if he was a demigod or unnatural.

Turning away, she waited patiently while he changed into his johnny shirt and turned back around, helping him tie up the strings. Finally, she took his old clothes and went to the little wardrobe, putting them inside. When she turned around, he was already laying in bed. Her throat itched to just ask him who his Olympian parent was, but she kept it suppressed, and instead wheeled over a little table tray for him to put his water on.
"I'll try to snag you some of the good food before it's gone. It's no Ambrosia and Nectar, but it sure beat the slop they serve to most of the patients here." She smiled sweetly and raised his bed a little more so he'd be better elevated. "Do you need anything else?"

tags; jessie/adrian
outfit; scrubsssss.
words; i don't know. >:
notes; teeheeheehee.
credits; meeee,

[jessseven]

"I'll punch him fer ye." Adrian laughed, lifting his arm and attempting a fist pump. When it failed, he let it fall limply to his side. "Your motor functions will be a little messed up." Adrian frowned, watching her seriously from his gurney. "Ah, bullocks." He sighed, grasping the cup with numb fingers. "It's going to be hard to masturbate, won't it?" The fact that he had to stay the night didn't even seem to register. He was on a fucking roll. At this rate she'd be begging to stay the night with him.

Watching as she stepped away, he sipped at his water, chewing on the end of his straw in the process. When she finally returned with the needle, he set his cup on the small tray attached to the bed. "You could at least offer me a drink first," He mumbled, preferring to look as his blood flowed down the tube and into the vile. "Or give me yer name." Adrian grinned, bending his arm as she pulled the needle out. "Gotta keep my juices in." He winked, flexing his fingers as his arm started to fall asleep.

"You should put that on. I'll need your clothes to keep in storage until we let you out of here, if that's alright." With a groan, he stood up and kicked off his jeans. His back erupted into a fit of goosebumps as he cool fingers touched his skin, pulling the strings tight on his johnny and tying a small bow. "You should get some mittens or somethin' for those fingers. You could shock a man." He advised, flopping down onto his gurney, arms propping up his head.

"I'll try to snag you some of the good food before it's gone. It's no Ambrosia and Nectar, but it sure beat the slop they serve to most of the patients here." The fact that she was referencing the Gods completely flew over his head. In his mind, everyone knew he was a demigod. How was it not obvious? He was a babe. "Do you need anything else?" With a small smile, and shifted his hips. "Actuallyyy, little lady. Could ye help me get my shorts off? I think I might have missed them." He chuckled, lifting up the hem of his johnny. "Buuut, don't look." He insisted, sitting up and swinging his legs towards her. "Ah fine, no need to beg. You can take a peek. But only fer a second. Got it?"

[SUMMER EDEN REYNOLDS]

"Mmm. No why would do you something silly like that?" she asked, looking at the way he chewed his straw. She chewed them too. "You probably won't even remember who I am in the morning, love." Eden burst out laughing at his masturbation comment and rolled her eyes, nodding a bit. This guy was just a fuckin' riot, wasn't he? Thought he was real hot shit. Well, she couldn't deny he was pretty damn fine. But he was probably also a complete dick by the way he sounded.

"Mmm. Yes. It will be. Especially if you do it too soon and get a erectile dysfunction." She warned, grinning at the face he made. "Maybe you can get one of the fun-loving nurses to help you with your little masturbation problem." She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, watching him closely.

He sure was an adorable one. He kept giving her this cute little Scottish boy grin. Every time he did, her heart melted. He was one of those patients that you just kind of grew accustomed to being around all the time. Had his injuries been more serious, she probably would have been his duty doctor until he recovered. She didn't think she'd mind all that much. His attitude just made her laugh. He was so completely out of it. Probably seeing some beautiful actress from General Hospital rather than her right now. So what did it matter?

"My fingers are usually warm. They're just cold today because my iron intake is down... I haven't eaten lunch yet." She sighed, knowing that he probably wouldn't understand a damn thing she was saying. Her stomach gave another loud grumble and she glanced to the counter where she had left her lunch bag, before walking over and opening it up. She had a sandwich, an apple, and an extra large juice box. "And my name is Eden. But you can call me Dr. Reynolds.

The kid-like lunch didn't exactly help with the teasing from her coworkers, but they were passing up the awesome opportunity to have juice... in a snack size! Frickin' awesome. They didn't have juice boxes readily available in Sweden. You either bought it in jugs or little bottles. So, a juice pack was a treasured item in her mind. And it was a healthy alternative to the whole pop-everyday-for-lunch diet that the other doctors followed.

Pulling out her food, she sat down in the chair beside Adrian's bed and sighed, unwrapping her sandwich. When he asked her to take off his boxers, she sighed and laughed a bit, not really looking up. Her arm extended, and she tugged his boxers off with one clean swipe, watching them fall to the floor.
"Mmm. Guess I must have missed my peeking chance, huh?" She raised her sandwich to her mouth and took a hungry bite, before glancing up to Adrian, who was staring at the sandwich like it was the holy grail.

Eden frowned slightly and sighed, taking the other half of her sandwich and handing it over to him reluctantly.
"Here. You must be hungry." She said quietly, watching as his teeth sunk into her sandwich. Damnit. "You owe me, Mr. West." She pouted and continued eating her own half of the sandwich, devouring it in a few seconds, and moving onto her apple.

tags; jessie/adrian
outfit; scrubsssss.
words; i don't know. >:
notes; teeheeheehee.
credits; meeee,

[jessseven]

"Ah, maybe yer right..." He paused, watching her out of the corner of his eye. If he what he was seeing was right, then she looked no older than eighteen. Short too. Pocket sized, almost. "But hey, yer fun-loving, aren't ye? Get over here." He slurred with a smile, running is hand through his bloody hair. He didn't know what the fuck he was doing. He never did shit like this, yet for some reason, his brain kept telling him he was doing the right thing. It didn't occur to him that his comments might reward him with a slap to the face.

So the little bombshell had a name? Eben? Nah, that wasn't right. "But you can call me Dr. Reynolds." Well shit, how many names did this chick have? He couldn't keep up. With a heavy sigh, he pouted as she pulled out her sandwich and juice. Goddammit, he was hungry. Blinking a few times, he began to realize what had happened. "Y'know, I think I might wear a hard hat wherever I go." His head hurt, and he rubbed his hands over his face as the spot where his stitches throbbed. The smell of her sandwich was driving him crazy.

Dropping his hands to his side, she reached over and grabbed the hem of his underwear, pulling them quickly down and over his hips before tossing them to the floor. "Mmm. Guess I must have missed my peeking chance, huh?" With a grin, he winked at her. "Maybe next time baby cakes." His voice was losing the hard slurs, but he was still thoroughly confused.

His mouth watered as she bit into her lunch, trying not to seem like a pervy, food obsessed Scotsman as she ate. "Here. You must be hungry." He chuckled, taking the half she offered to him happily. "Thanks gorgeous," He grinned crookedly, taking a crater sized bite into the bread. "You owe me, Mr. West." Adrian snorted, rolling his eyes. "If I stay all night, ye can have some of my hospital breakfast."

[SUMMER EDEN REYNOLDS]

Eden laughed softly and rolled her eyes at the man, watching as he slowly regained his ability to speak properly. At least his brain was recovering from nearly being scrambled on the sidewalk. It'd be at least a week of resting time. No extreme lifting or other things that a manly man such as himself would do. Or so she assumed, by his attitude. For all she knew, it could be a side effect from the whole getting his brains rattled up issue he possessed.

Humming, she finished off her sandwich and sliced her apple up, placing some of the slices onto his tray so he could eat them when he was done his half of the sandwich. Truth be told, she was allowed to eat when she got home. Half her lunch would tide her over. But she was also too lazy to go get him a lunch of his own. So instead, she sat there and ate half of her food, while she let him each the other half of it. The juice box was all hers, though. She stuck the straw into her mouth and chewed on it while she filled out some paperwork at his bedside.

Finally, after a few moments of silence, she was ready to ask him who his parent was, when he blurted out something about hospital breakfast. She probably wasn't even going to be here in the morning. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she blinked, before shaking her head.
"I probably won't be here tomorrow morning..." She spoke quietly, blinking at him. "This is my last shift of the week." She shrugged, and thought about the call-ins she got all the time. "But it's possible. They like to make me do their dirty work." She sighed softly, running her fingers through her hair.

When she looked at him next, she laughed a bit. "We went to school together, you know." She said quietly, then shrugged. "You're a year old than me, so I don't really remember you all that well." She stretched out and cracked her back, before leaning forward. "I'm a daughter of Persephone." Her eyes rose to his and she smiled, wiggling the blood sample. "Gotta know my blood types."

tags; jessie/adrian
outfit; scrubsssss.
words; i don't know. >:
notes; x: It's short. poooooop.
credits; meeee,

[jessseven]

Finishing off this half of the sandwich, Aidan grabbed the apple slices, popping them in his mouth one after the other like a crack whore snorts their powder. He was listening to Dr. Reynolds, and the more he listened to her, the more he didn't want her to leave. She wasn't a hard-ass like some of the other doctors he'd seen, nor was she the slutty nurse type that always seemed to want to give him 'physicals'.

"Well, that's a shame." He mumbled, running a hand through his blond hair. At this rate, she'd probably have some sort of four-star dinner in her lunch bag, and by the way his head was throbbing it was obvious the concussion 'happiness' was wearing off. Staring down at his bare legs, he groaned. "Fuck, I think I lost my pants."

Shame started to bubble up in his chest, and he looked down at her sheepishly. What kind of stupid shit had he said to her? She probably thought he was some kind of sleaze that didn't care about the girl he was with, or flirting with. Which really wasn't true. He was a respectable Scotsman. As he continued to fret over his actions, he was only half-listening to what she was saying.

Just as his string of consciousness was ending, he finally picked up on what she was trying to get across. "I'm a daughter of Persephone." Oh, so that's where she was going. No wonder she was babbling on and on about school. Frowning, he scratched at a tried patch of blood on his forearm. "I'm sorry, love. I don't remember you from school. I wish I did, though." He chuckled awkwardly, before spitting out the rest. "Child of Hecate. Nice to meet you."

[SUMMER EDEN REYNOLDS]

Smiling, Eden shook her head and pulled the covers up over his legs, rolling her eyes.
"No, you didn't loose your pants. You took them off to put your hospital clothing on." She reached up and put her hand to his forehead, feeling his temperature. He was warm, but not was warm as before. Sliding her fingers back, she frowned a bit. His swelling was nearly down. "I'm probably going to have to bullshit it, since you're healing way too fast for a normal human being." She sighed and let go of his head, walking back to the cupboard. Her fingers found the gauze patches and she tugged them out of the top shelf, before grabbing the medical tape off the counter, and the alcohol bottle.

Once she was back at his side, she placed the stuff on the little tray and pulled out a gauze patch, filling it with alcohol before pushing his hair out of his face to get at the cut he had.
"I don't imagine you would remember me. I was a bit of a loner. I didn't like to talk to people, and people didn't like to talk to me." She answered, dabbing off the accumulated blood before grabbing a clean gauze patch and placing it over the cut. She taped it into place and gave it a gentle little patch, before exhaling slowly.
"It's messy, but I think you'll live." She grinned and pulled away from him, admiring her work.

Once she cleaned everything up, she plopped down into the seat beside him again and ran her fingers through her hair, sighing loudly.
"Nice you meet you too. Though the circumstances are a little bit shitty. For the both of us, actually. I was supposed to end my shift an hour ago." she laughed softly and wrapped her hands around one another, wringing them slightly. They were freezing, and she finally just stuck them under her butt and sat on them to warm them up, ignoring how weird she looked. It wasn't that big of a deal.

By the look on Adrian's face, he was probably starting to gain some of his brain function back. She blinked and watched his eyes change several times in emotion before finally speaking to him.
"Are you okay?" She laughed softly and grabbed the garbage can, putting it on his bed. "Puke in there if you need to. Try not to get it on the sheets. I'll get you some aspirin." She hopped up and left the room for a brief second, returning with a little dixie cup and some pills, as well as a fresh glass of water for him to wash the pills down with.
"Here you go. Try not to lean too far forward. And keep your head level with the ground." She pushed him back gently and smiled. "Now, take your pills."

tags; jessie/adrian
outfit; scrubsssss.
words; i don't know. >:
notes; x: It's short. poooooop.
credits; meeee,

[jessseven]

"Do whatever you have to," Adrian shrugged, running his palm over his face as he tried to forget the fact that he was practically naked. With a light groan, he watched as she brought over the gauze and the alcohol. Fuck, he hated that shit. With a burning passion. And his head was already throbbing, anything on top of that was going to make him miserable.

"Well, in my defense, I was kind of a prude back in high school... so it's a good thing that I don't remember you." He offered, trying not too seem like too much of an asshole. In all honesty, he had been a dick back in school. What Adrian perceived as being 'cool' was really just him looking like a pretentious, stuck-up boy who'd screw anything that crossed his line of vision.

Now that he was out of that environment and surrounded by things he liked, he'd noticed that he'd started to change. Over the years he'd gone from a sex-driven teenager to a success-driven architect. Sure, he still loved to mess around, but now it was with a girl he cared about. Not some slut he met while at a bar.

"Nice you meet you too. Though the circumstances are a little bit shitty. For the both of us, actually. I was supposed to end my shift an hour ago." Smiling, Adrian watched as she tucked her cold hands under her bum. He felt badly now. "Well, missy. You don't have to hang around. I'm sure I can survive." He chuckled, sitting up on his bed and crossing his legs beneath the sheet that covered his lower half.

He was feeling lightheaded, but that was only natural. Who got knocked out and didn't feel like shit? Crazy people, that's who. His eyes blurred as the garbage can loomed in front of him, lids drooping slightly as his mind whizzed and whirred like a tea-cup ride on steroids. "Shite," He mumbled, flopping back down on his pillow before his eyes lost all sight. "I'm losing my goddamn vision!" He shouted before his body started tingling and he blacked out.