There was no specific thing that had Chris standing at the edge of the bay Proctor was ending a consult with a patient in. He waited until his English boss finished with the patient, luckily following news of a positive prognosis and then fell into step with him to head towards the elevators. Something about the intensity of the conversation with Dave and Rick the previous day had left Chris feeling like he was standing at the top of a cliff about to jump off. Sometimes he felt like he had a harness, other times he felt like someone was about to push him over with no safety device. Work kept him thinking straight, but in the lulls, he felt that anxiety gnawing away again, and it was an emotion he had come to seriously hate. “Can I talk to you in private?” he finally asked, glancing at Proctor’s face.
They got to the elevators and Proctor reached out to hit the down button. He raised his eyebrows in question and then nodded. “Of course. My office,” he replied. “Is everything okay, Chris? How is your brother progressing? You look a little like you haven’t been sleeping very well.”
“He’s okay for the moment. It’s not about Rick. I’m mostly getting enough sleep, I’m just looking forward to my days off.” Chris rested his hands on his hips as they waited for the elevator, which arrived with a ding a few moments later. He followed Proctor inside and cleared his throat when the doors swung closed. “Been a rough day. Good to hear your patient will be okay. It was touch and go in the OR...”( Proctor nodded and hummed in agreement...Collapse )Word Count