Come and get it ;; CEILIDH&DANNY

[Dr. Kyra Brooks]

An eerie silence filled the hallways on this Thursday afternoon. Most of the inmates were either in counseling sessions or in the cafeteria, and somehow Kyra Brooks didn't have any patients at the moment. Strange, considering a lot of the other counselors seemed to be booked. Not that she was complaining; she could use this time to get herself better acquainted with the institution. She always felt stupid if someone asked her how to get somewhere and she didn't know. The heels of Kyra's black leather combat boots clicked on the tiles of the hallways as she walked through them, her wavy black hair bouncing slightly as she walked. The raven-haired woman glanced from side to side occasionally, trying her best to memorize what was where, just in case a new inmate needed some help finding their way around. Kyra was fairly new here as well. She'd lived in Scotland most of her life, and gone to school for psychology, and somehow wound up in Michigan State Institution, working as a counselor. It was an interesting job, to say the least. Some of the inmates were teenagers, who just had a lot of problems that probably started from bad parenting. Some were older than she was, which made it harder for her to talk to them and give advice. She knew that she wouldn't take advice from someone younger than her, especially if they hadn't been there themselves. That was why she got put with a lot of the depressed kids here.

Sighing lightly, Kyra somehow found herself in a very large, white area of the institution that she hadn't seen before. It felt cold to her, like no one ever really came in here. The walls were white, and there were lines of bed, all with perfectly white, un-used bed sheets. She could tell that this room hadn't been occupied regularly for quite some time. From the looks of it, this must have been the hospital wing of the asylum. Looking around, at the walls, and the ceiling, her surroundings, Kyra took a few steps into the hospital section, regretting not wearing a jacket today. It was strange, how cold the room felt. Almost like there was some sort of presence here that she wasn't aware of. Like she was being watched, or something. Though that was probably just her own paranoia speaking. Kyra crossed her arms as she walked further into the hospital, keeping her eyes peeled. This was probably where most of the doctors hung out, though she didn't see any patients around.

"Hello?" Kyra called, hearing her Scottish accent echo throughout the room, bouncing off the plain white walls. As cold as the entire institution was, this place definitely was at the top of the charts. "Hello hello hello," Kyra spoke again, a sing-song tone playing in her voice as she listened to the echoes fade out into the silence that crept into the room again. She pursed her lips, and whistled a few notes. The silence bothered her. It wasn't a normal, peaceful silence, it was a bothersome one. She needed to do something to break up the quiet, and whistling or singing seemed to be her only options. Kyra walked over to one of the many empty beds lined up by the wall, and tapped on the metal frame with her fingernails. She looked around again, for caution's sake, before she began drumming on the bed frame with her hands, bobbing her head slightly from side to side as she created a rhythm, humming a few notes as she did so.

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words;; 650
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muse;; meh, not my best, but oh well.

[Danny Smith]

SUGAR CANE IN THE EASY MORNING
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Danny was in his brand new office, wearing his brand new doctor’s coat and the usual stethoscope was around his neck. He wasn’t wearing a shirt under the coat which didn’t really bother him. He was warm blooded. Everything was totally new to him and he was unsure if he was in the right place. The office was meant to be shared with other doctors but they were so short on staff here that he was sure he had the whole place to himself. Not many people had come by at all so he was alone. No one had hurt themselves or anything. He took a sip of his coffee he had gotten from the staff room and sat down with a sigh. He hadn’t done anything yet but already, he felt tired. He looked around at the boring white room. The only decoration was the picture of his mother on his desk. Even in that picture she didn’t look happy. She was never a happy woman. At the other hospital he had been too busy. Here, he was too bored. There never was the right balance. He stood up and walked around the office for a moment, pausing at a bookshelf. He had put his small collection of books here. He picked one out. It was on mental issues. He decided he might as well learn what little he could. Most of the people here had psychological issues and he was expected to help treat that too. He had been taught the basics but he wasn’t confident in his skills. He would like to help these people though. He sat back down at his desk and immersed himself within the book, the only sound an occasional ruffle of the pages.
"Hello? Hello hello hello."
Danny looked up from his book in surprise. Someone was in the hospital room. He quickly stood up. Maybe it was his first patient? He walked to the bookshelf and put the book away, wondering what the person – it sounded like a woman – would be like. As he replaced the book, he heard tapping. What were they doing in there? He swiftly walked to the door and opened it, peeking into the room. There was a lady sitting on one of the beds and making noise by using her fingernails to tap on the frame. He watched, amused as she tapped before making a little coughing noise.
“May I help you, Miss?” he asked. The woman had awakened his curiosity. He stepped into the room, closing the office door behind him and took a few more steps closer to her, half- smiling. Did she need help? She didn’t look like a patient at all. Maybe she was a nurse or counselor or even a guard. He hadn’t heard of any women being guards though. If the more violent patients got into a fight, he doubted a woman would be able to stop them. Not that he was sexist or anything. It just didn’t seem likely in his opinion. He felt like laughing at the way she was bobbing her head, but he stayed polite and stayed silent as he watched. It was another thing his mother had taught him. Be the perfect gentleman Danny. He hoped his mother was happy in heaven because that was exactly what he had become. Through the vigorous training and beatings, he had become the man his mother had wanted. Add in the amazing looks, and he was perfect – his mother’s favorite word.
He glanced at the line of fresh beds that had barely been used. The hospital looked as if it had been barely used. Maybe the caretakers and janitors did a good job or maybe people here barely got hurt. Either way, it was a lonely room. At least it was silent. Danny hated noise. Well, not all noise. He didn’t like loud noise. Here it was quiet and he was able to think. He liked that. At his old hospital, it had always been loud. He hadn’t liked it much, and was happy to transfer here. He just didn’t know what he was going to make of himself here.

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Word count -- 696
Tags -- Celidh, then Kyra
Lyrics -- norther downpour - panic at the disco
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Notes -- Meh... It's all right, I guess.
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[Ceilidh Emerson]

Enter, Miss Ceilidh Emerson

Ceilidh Emerson was rushing down the hallway toward the harsh white hospital area in hopes of finding one of her patients laying in one of the beds. At an earlier session that day, the boy had literally started coughing up blood after saying that he thought that he was going to die in this place. A guard had immediately rushed inside and had said that he would be taking the boy to the hospital, and said that it might be a good idea for Ceilidh to visit him later during the day, when he was feeling a bit better. Ceilidh, of course, had agreed and was now walking down the cold corridor, planning on checking up on the poor soul. As she walked, Ceilidh listened to the constant tap-tapping of her heels on the hard floors. She watched her shoes as she went along. She liked those shoes. Black lace over nude fabric. It was a cute combination, and they matched nicely with her black skirt and orange top. To her pleasure, Ceilidh had kept all of her sense of style even after she left the modeling industry on bad terms. She took great pride in her appearance in the morning as she checked herself over in the full length mirror. She probably wouldn't be able to live with herself if she left her room looking any less then put together. She couldn't imagine leaving for work looking like a slob. It just wasn't acceptable.

Ceilidh smiled to herself as she continued the rest of the way to the Hospital area. Arriving at the door, she took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was to come. It wasn't much, she just wanted to check up on the boy to see how he was doing. She didn't know what type of bad luck had befallen on her that had caused the boy to start coughing blood during her session, but she didn't like it. Ever since the fire, things hadn't really been going the way she wanted them too. Everything seemed to be going perfectly wrong, but she wanted to change that as soon as possible. She shook her head, as though doing so would remove the thoughts from her mind, and she pushed open the door. Inside she saw the exactly what she wasn't expecting. She was expecting to see the white beds all filled with inmates who were injured, sick, bruised and bleeding, and she expected to see a whole fleet of doctors rushing around bandaging them up, or handing out medications, checking charts and temperatures. That was not what she saw though. What she saw, instead, was beds lining the walls with no one using them. All of the beds made up with the same type, brand and color of linens, all of which were starched and smooth. There weren't tons and tons of doctors milling about, either. There was one. And he was watching a woman with dark hair who was sitting on one of the beds, drumming out an imaginary beat with her nails on one of the bed railings.

Ceilidh was confused. Where was the boy she had been told was here? Where were all of the other patients? And most of all, where were all of the other doctors? Ceilidh stood there in the doorway with a somewhat stunned expression across her pretty features for a few moments before snapping back to reality, realizing that she probably looked slightly out of it when she did that. She blushed slightly and bit her lip, wondering if she had interrupted something. It didn't seem like it though, so she decided she would ask the Doctor about the boy. She walked across the room and as she neared the other two, she began speaking, a smile on her lips. "Um, Hello. My name is Ceilidh Emerson; I’m a counselor here at Michigan State? I was told there would be a boy in the hospital waiting to see me, but it looks to me like no one has been here for a while...” She laughed slightly and shrugged her shoulders.

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( Muse ) Ehh...I don't know. But I like the picture (:
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[Dr. Kyra Brooks]

Kyra continued the drum beat on the metal bed frame, jumping slightly when she heard footsteps, and then a man's voice. May I help you, miss? Kyra turned her head, and standing to her right, watching her with slight amusement, was a very good-looking doctor. At least she assumed him to be a doctor, since he was hanging out in the deserted hospital ward. Kyra starred for a moment, a bit surprised to see another living human figure in this place. She looked him over, not recognizing him from before. Perhaps he was new here as well, or just spent most of his time in his office or in the hospital. Strange, that a doctor should be in the hospital section with no patients around. Perhaps they were all at lunch or something. Kyra opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it, realizing that she had nothing to say. Instead, she just smiled, reminding herself to stop the drumming with her finger nails.

"Sorry, just wandered in here," Kyra said, her voice thick with her Scottish accent. She shook her head, feeling a bit embarrassed, but she brushed it off. "Kyra Brooks. I'm a counselor here," she introduced herself, holding out a hand for the doctor to shake. She felt the need to say that she worked there, otherwise he might mistake her for a patient that had wandered out of their cell and wound up here. She smiled again, shaking aside all embarrassed or nervous feelings. "I'm not mad, or anything. It was just awfully quiet in here," she explained, 'mad' meaning 'insane'. She realized that she must've looked pretty silly, sitting on the metal frame of a bed, dancing in her place, making up a drum beat, and humming. She could've very easily been mistaken for one of the more out-there patients in the institution. She smiled at the doctor again, hoping that she wasn't babbling too much. Kyra was naturally a talkative person, and a lot of people weren't quite sure how to take it at first.

Hello, my name is Ceilidh Emerson; I’m a counselor here at Michigan State? I was told there would be a boy in the hospital waiting to see me, but it looks to me like no one has been here for a while...

It seemed that as soon as Kyra had finished with her blurb about why she was in there, another figure had entered. Kyra looked to her left, to see a young woman walking over to the bed where Kyra sat, and the doctor stood. She recognized the woman, as another counselor, even before she had introduced herself as one. She seemed to be around Kyra's age, maybe a little younger, with dark brunette hair cut into a stylish, straight bob. She was pretty, Kyra had to admit, in a very natural kind of way. Kyra smiled at the other woman. "Kyra Brooks, I'm a counselor as well," she introduced herself, offering a handshake to the woman who had introduced herself as Ceilidh. It was an interesting sounding name, Kyra thought. Very unique sounding, though it seemed to fit her quite well. She frowned a bit, when Ceilidh mentioned that there should be a boy waiting there for her. Perhaps a patient of hers? Kyra made a sympathetic grimace. She hoped nothing bad had happened to the boy, even though she didn't know who he was. Kyra wished she could help direct the other woman to where the boy might be, but she was as lost as Ceilidh was, apparently. Kyra looked back over her left shoulder, glancing at the doctor again.

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[Danny Smith]

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Danny smiled slightly at her surprise. She had seemed pretty indulged in her tapping.
"Sorry, just wandered in here. Kyra Brooks. I'm a counselor here."
Danny nodded. She was a counselor. She didn’t seem the type to be a patient here anyways. He took her hand with a strong grip and shook it, still smiling. It was the polite thing to do after all.
"I'm not mad, or anything. It was just awfully quiet in here."
Danny laughed but didn’t respond. It could get pretty quiet in the room, but Danny liked it that way. Some noise every now and then wouldn’t be too bad, but there weren’t many patients that day. There had been one kid who came in saying that she thought she was dying. Danny had been forced to give her a full check up to convince her that she was not dying and wouldn’t be anytime soon. Another girl came in earlier trying to convince him that she was supposed to get any drugs she wanted. Danny told her to come back later with a nurse or counselor who said it was alright. He already knew he wouldn’t be seeing her anytime soon. The last patient he had seen was a boy who had been coughing up blood like no tomorrow. Danny took one look at the blood and had his suspicions. The boy was faking. He could tell. Danny just mentioned the word operation and the kid was running, still coughing up his ketchup. Where he got the ketchup, Danny didn’t know. He told the guard to let it go and hadn’t had much to do since then, except clean up excess ketchup on the floor. He hadn’t done anything and he was already tired. If this is what was expected of him in this hospital, then he wasn’t sure he wanted to work here anymore.
At the sound of the door creaking open, he looked over the new comer, hoping for a patient. Instead, he got a beautiful woman with modeling looks and a cute little laugh and shrug.
"Um, Hello. My name is Ceilidh Emerson; I’m a counselor here at Michigan State? I was told there would be a boy in the hospital waiting to see me, but it looks to me like no one has been here for a while...”
There was only one boy Danny had seen all day and that was the ketchup kid. He smiled lightly, unsurprised that the forgetful guard hadn’t told the counselor. He knew that this place did seem a little lonely. He hadn’t had many patients and he was a little disappointed that the counselor wasn’t one. He had come here, prepared to help anyone that needed it, whether the injury was mental or physical but no one seemed to need much help from this new doctor. For a moment, he got lost in this depressed daze, and then he realized he needed to answer. So much for the perfect gentleman.
“There was a boy in here a while ago. He was coughing up ketchup.” Danny chuckled lightly before continuing. “I think he might have tricked you to get out of counseling, Ceilidh. I’m sorry.” The name sounded odd on his tongue when he said it. It was an exotic name almost. Even Kyra sounded a little weird to him. Then again, Danny was such a normal name. They would probably think that Mikelis was even weirder, though he hated the name with a passion. He noticed he hadn’t given out his own name.
“I’m Danny Smith. I think I may be the only doctor around here. I’ve seen a couple nurses though, if that counts.” His voice boomed throughout the room. He wasn’t into talking that much, and was always the quietest of any group so it was a little surprising that his voice came out so strong. He frowned at the loudness and then smiled again, trying to be as polite as possible.

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Status -- finishe
Word count -- 669
Tags -- Celidh, then Kyra
Lyrics -- norther downpour - panic at the disco
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[Ceilidh Emerson]

Ceilidh accepted the hand that Kyra offered her and shook it gently, a smile appearing on her lips when she heard the woman's Scottish accent. Ceilidh was Scottish- well, her birth parents were. Ceilidh had been adopted when she was a baby and brought to America, so she had never actually had an accent and she hardly even believed that she was Scottish. The only proof really was her name, but then again, you can name a child anything. "It is very nice to meet you, Kyra. I've heard a little bit about you, and I have to say, I admire your work with patients." Ceilidh smiled brightly at the other woman and gave a small shrug at the sympathetic grimace she had given. She was glad that Kyra could somewhat relate to her, she obviously knew all about counselling and what counselors sometimes had to deal with. It wasn't always the most pleasant of jobs, but of course, someone had to do it, and Ceilidh was glad that she was doing it, even though it put her into somewhat uncomfortable situations occasionally. She was still thrilled by the thought of being able to help people go back into the world stronger then ever, being able to help these people past very difficult times in their lives. She thought it was amazing. She smiled again at the other counselor before turning back to look at the man, who was finally speaking.

“There was a boy in here a while ago. He was coughing up ketchup. I think he might have tricked you to get out of counseling, Ceilidh. I’m sorry.” Ceilidh's shoulders slumped slightly at his words and a tiny pout appeared on her lips. How could she have been so foolish as to fall for a trick like that? She couldn't even tell blood from ketchup? How pathetic. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks and she bit her lip, looking down at the floor. She had thought that the session had been going quite well, she had gotten the boy to speak a bit and talk about his childhood with her, and Ceilidh thought that she had been doing a relatively good job. Untill of course, he had started coughing up the 'blood', which she had just found out was a trick to get out of the counselling. That kind of hurt. To think she had thought he was doing well. "Well, that's embarassing. I wish they'd told me that before I came down here." She mumbled, peeking back up at the man again. He was very attractive, to say the least. He seriously looked like someone she would have met during her modeling years. The woman was also very pretty, with her long dark hair and light skin. Ceilidh was surprised that there were so many attractive people at Michigan State. Most of the staff were very good-looking people and none of the inmates could really be considered ugly. She thought that it was a bit odd, but she pushed these thoughts away.

“I’m Danny Smith. I think I may be the only doctor around here. I’ve seen a couple nurses though, if that counts.” He said loudly, frowning for a moment before smiling again. He had a nice smile. Ceilidh grinned back at him, and extended one of her pale hands for him to shake. "Nice to meet you, Danny. I was starting to wonder if there were ever going to be any Doctors here. We really need them you know, what with all of the inmates coughing up ketchup." She smirked slightly. She had already pretty much forgotten her previous disappointment. It was a skill that she had obtained, really. Forgetting about painful things, like patients desperately wanting to get out of your session, or bad memories from your childhood. She was glad she could do this, for it made the rest of her day quite enjoyable, until she could go home and meditate or do yoga to release the rest of her stress.

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[Dr. Kyra Brooks]

Kyra smirked. The doctor had quite the handshake. He seemed like the quiet type, from what she could tell. He had chuckled slightly at her comment, but not actually said anything. She looked back and forth between him and the other woman as he started speaking, explaining that the boy who Ceilidh had been looking for had been quite good at faking, at least good enough to fool the other woman. Kyra frowned slightly. Some kids would do anything around here to 1.) get some prescription strength pain-killers or 2.) get out of counseling sessions. The second, Kyra didn't quite understand. Most of the counselors were pretty relaxed and relatable, from what she had seen of her co-workers. None of them really forced kids to open up, or crammed advice down their throats, at least that wasn't what Kyra did, and Ceilidh didn't seem like the type either. She had bad counselors in her rough years, and she pledged to be one of the good ones, that kids thought was cool, once she completed schooling.

The man introduced himself as Danny Smith, and mentioned that he was one of the only doctors around here. Funny, that such a big hospital should have so few actual doctors, but they were probably more in need of counselors and nurses than anything. His face did a funny smirk, and then frown, and then smirk again as he spoke, a bit loudly. Kyra smirked as well. He was a good looking guy, to say the least. Surprisingly attractive, really, considering where he worked, and the amount of stress that his job probably entailed. Kyra knew that she was probably starring slightly, but she wasn't really embarrassed. It was rare that she came across a good-looking doctor such as Danny, and completely by accident as well.

Kyra smiled at Ceilidh as she shook her hand. "It is very nice to meet you, Kyra. I've heard a little bit about you, and I have to say, I admire your work with patients." Kyra beamed. This was the nicest compliment she'd gotten in a long time. "Thank you, very much," she said, grinning at the other woman. She didn't think many of the other counselors knew about her, but apparently she had been mistaken. She felt a bit embarrassed, not being able to return the compliment, as she didn't know much about Ceilidh Emerson, though she expected that she was a wonderful counselor as well. She frowned again, seeing the disappointment in Ceilidh's face when Danny told her that she had been tricked. That was rough. Ceilidh had seemed so worried about her patient, and then she found out that he was faking all along. Kyra laughed a bit at Ceilidh's next comment, as she offered a hand for him to shake. At least she seemed to bounce back quickly from the news from her patient. Kyra glanced at the two, letting her eyes wander around the room for a bit, reminding herself not to tap on the metal frame anymore now that there were other people around. She smiled slightly, and looked back over at the other two.

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[Danny Smith]

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Danny watched the two counselors introduce themselves admiring the two women’s good looks and good natured personalities. He put his hands in the pockets of hid coat while he listened to the conversation, smiling politely as he did.
"It is very nice to meet you, Kyra. I've heard a little bit about you, and I have to say, I admire your work with patients."
"Thank you, very much."
They both seemed very sweet and he was beginning to think that it might not be so bad to work here after all. If the people here were as kind and caring as these two counselors, it might not be a bad experience. Besides, he would be helping people and that’s the whole reason why he was here. He wanted to help people and learn a little more so he could help even more people. His perfectionism wouldn’t allow him to just give up anyways, so it was useless to even consider giving up. He was unaware of the two’s thoughts on his appearance. He was well aware that he was extremely handsome and he appreciated the fact, basking in the glory of how good looking he was. He knew he was one hot man and was a pretty egotistic guy but he didn’t really talk about it unless the subject was brought up by the other party. He focused on Celidh as she addressed him.
"Well, that's embarassing. I wish they'd told me that before I came down here."
Danny frowned, sympathetic for the woman. In his time as a doctor, there had been some nasty tricks. He remembered someone had faked a broken bone in his old hospital just to get out of going to some party. The things people did these days were incredible. He knew how to deal with that type of thing by now but it was still pretty annoying. Having to deal with teenagers when there were people who were actually injured and sick was troublesome. He let it go most of the time though. After all, it was mostly teens and children who did this type of stuff. They were still learning and all. Sometimes, they just needed a little attention so he gave them a break and let them get away with it. What really bugged him was when someone came over and over again just to bug him. If they didn’t want to talk or didn’t have any real problems then they should just quit it. All they were doing was wasting a doctor’s precious time. He snapped back to reality when he realized that the woman was speaking once more.
"Nice to meet you, Danny. I was starting to wonder if there were ever going to be any Doctors here. We really need them you know, what with all of the inmates coughing up ketchup."
Danny smiled. Ceilidh seemed to have bounced back from the incident. That was very good. He hated it when people were sad. He took the hand that was offered with the same strong grip and shook it firmly before drawing back his hand and replacing it in his pocket.
“It’s very nice to meet you too, Ceilidh,” he said, glancing at Kyra, “and you too Kyra. I will do my best to help the people coughing up ketchup. I just feel sorry for the floors, having to go through that mess.” It was way more words than he was used to and his voice was too loud for his taste. It echoed in his ears. It was getting pretty warm in the room ever since he turned on the heater earlier. The hospital was pretty cold and Danny preferred not to freeze to death but now it was getting a little too hot. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his coat, not revealing much. He hoped the two counselors wouldn’t mind but he was pretty hot.

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Status -- finished~
Word count -- 650 I think...
Tags -- Celidh, then Kyra
Lyrics -- norther downpour - panic at the disco
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Notes -- I like this one! XD
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[Ceilidh Emerson]

The other counselor thanked her, and Ceilidh smiled back brightly once again. "And you are very welcome!" She was glad that she had made Kyra a bit happier, if the huge smile on her face was anything to go by. She had a gorgeous smile and she seemed like a very interesting woman. Hopefully, Ceilidh thought, the two of them might become a little closer in the future. It would be nice to have another counselor as a friend. She then remembered a few minutes ago when she had entered the room and Kyra had been tapping that beat on the bed and she smiled again. Kyra also seemed fun, and laid back, which was nice as well.

When Danny shook her hand, Ceilidh was surprised by how strong his grip was. Not that she didn't like it. If the doctor had been able to hear the things that Ceilidh was thinking, she probably would have died of embarrassment. All that was running through her mind when he shook her hand was how drop-dead goregous he was. She could hardly wrap her mind around it. “It’s very nice to meet you too, Ceilidh, and you too Kyra. I will do my best to help the people coughing up ketchup. I just feel sorry for the floors, having to go through that mess.” After he spoke, his next actions shocked Ceilidh, but she didn't in any way mind them. He unbuttoned the top to his coat and Ceilidh bit her lip, trying to keep from blushing. There must be a God, she thought for who else could bring something so amazing into this world? Awesome looks and intelligence. Enough to make any girl go wild, really.

"I'm sure you will do this place a world of good, Doctor Smith." Ceilidh replied smoothly, hoping that he couldn't tell that her heart was racing. "And I think the floors will survive." She added with a laugh. She then thought of the piles of inmate applications she had to go through and all sorts of paper work she had to sort and she inwardly groaned. She had hardly been expecting to have so many patients when she had applied for her job here at Michigan State and she had been very surprised indeed to find out how low they were on staff, which in turn meant booked schedules and piles of paper work for the counselors to pour over and dedicate all of their time to. Seeing as she normally had so much work to do, Ceilidh would spend most of her breaks trying to finish up any extra work she had accumulated during the day, which was what she had been going to do today, except she had to go check on the patient. But he wasn't here now, and Ceilidh knew that she should probably leave, and she didn't really want to. She liked talking with Kyra and Danny.

"I should really...Ah, never mind." The work could wait for a little while, and she could always work on it after she was done here. After all, it wasn't like she hated doing it, it was just a bit time consuming. "How are you liking Michigan State so far?" She asked the doctor with a smile.

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( Muse ) Eh. Not all that great...
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