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Alec ([info]corpuscles) wrote,
@ 2009-03-26 20:10:00

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Current mood: working
Entry tags:alec_solo, chicago

Legwork
Alec tapped his pencil against the clipboard in his hand before catching the rubber edge between his lips, worrying the corner of it with the sharp tips of his teeth. He'd been on shift for 8 hours and counting, working through his paperwork and following up on test results. It wasn't the most exciting way to be spending his time, but he knew it needed to be done.

A patient's recovery was in the legwork of the doctor looking after them.

Alec had lost count of how many times he'd run up and down stairs, in and out of rooms, talked to God only knew how many people and chased x-rays. He supposed it just went to prove that not everybody could make a miraculous recovery like his cancer patient, but then if Alec hadn't touched him and hadn't gotten so emotionally involved then maybe he'd be dead?

It made his head hurt, it really did.

He made a couple notes and flipped through the pages of paperwork, narrowing his eyes at the results below and what steps he would need to take. He made another note about the next course of medicine, knowing he'd have to speak to the nurse on night shift to be sure his patient got the doses at the right time throughout the night. That would of course mean staying a little later, but, whatever, he could do that.

Alec put that paperwork to one side and picked up another case, putting a few finishing notes as the patient was due out of the hospital in the morning after having made a good recovery without the aid of his apparently magic hands. He blew out a long breath and put his signature to the dotted line, sliding a couple papers free and gathering them up to staple and file.

A yawn escaped him until it was muffled by the back of his hand. "Hmm, more coffee." He placed his files to one side and got to his feet, stretching his back. "Definitely need more coffee." Alec bid his paperwork a brief adieu as he went in search of caffeine, hopefully somebody had thought to clean the machine so it didn't taste so... bland.

Yeah, bland was the polite word for it. Definitely.



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