Doctor Nuttal was where she always was this time of night. Haunting the lab, the hospital library, or going over charts and making notes in her office. Or walking the halls of the children's wing, she was sometimes found there also. The nurses on the floor pretty much had her habits down pat by now. In fact the one place that they were certain they would never have to look for her? Her home.
After pausing to talk to Pam at the desk, Anika strolled through the wing, gloved hands in the pockets of her lab coat, checking the monitors in each room, giving a smile and a kind word to those that were still awake. And occasionally just standing in the doorway, looking at each sleeping child and trying to figure out why she couldn't help them. It was beyond frustrating in some cases, it was almost agonizing.
Like that one, the child in room W404. Clara. Test after test had been run, even ones Anika was certain had nothing to do with her strange illness. But she couldn't fault either the mother, or the father. They were watching their child fade away. Just as she was.
Ani paused just before she got to the door. Was someone speaking? Standing in the doorway, she observed a man in a doctor's coat and ponytail bent over the bed and saying - something - in a language she couldn't understand. From this angle Ani couldn't see the patient, but she had a decent enough view of the backside of the man. The only thing that kept her from forcefully striding in there? Clara seemed to know him, and he sounded like either he was singing - or praying.
So this was the mysterious doctor D'Ambrosio, the one from Venice, visiting the states. The doctor she'd been hearing so much about from literally everyone. Everyone. How personable he was, how charming. How intelligent and knowledgeable. How handsome.
She herself had spoken to him via phone conference a few times, and they'd emailed back and forth about certain cases that had come up in the hospital once he arrived in the States. And she hadn't - exactly - gone out of her way to avoid meeting Dr D'Amgrosio in person, not really. Her schedule was just so varied, and she was so often out of the area. She would always apologize profusely in her emails however, and supply him with clear, concise, and exacting work; test results, and whatever research he required.
Ani was just beginning to back out of the room silently, when suddenly he straightened up and spun around, almost walking into her.
"Ah, I see that. Um, so was I." His badge was obvious. Her badge was obvious. All she could do was to stick out a glove, make introductions, and get out of there so Clara could keep sleeping.
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Date: 2015-04-15 12:36 am (UTC)After pausing to talk to Pam at the desk, Anika strolled through the wing, gloved hands in the pockets of her lab coat, checking the monitors in each room, giving a smile and a kind word to those that were still awake. And occasionally just standing in the doorway, looking at each sleeping child and trying to figure out why she couldn't help them. It was beyond frustrating in some cases, it was almost agonizing.
Like that one, the child in room W404. Clara. Test after test had been run, even ones Anika was certain had nothing to do with her strange illness. But she couldn't fault either the mother, or the father. They were watching their child fade away. Just as she was.
Ani paused just before she got to the door. Was someone speaking? Standing in the doorway, she observed a man in a doctor's coat and ponytail bent over the bed and saying - something - in a language she couldn't understand. From this angle Ani couldn't see the patient, but she had a decent enough view of the backside of the man. The only thing that kept her from forcefully striding in there? Clara seemed to know him, and he sounded like either he was singing - or praying.
So this was the mysterious doctor D'Ambrosio, the one from Venice, visiting the states. The doctor she'd been hearing so much about from literally everyone. Everyone. How personable he was, how charming. How intelligent and knowledgeable. How handsome.
She herself had spoken to him via phone conference a few times, and they'd emailed back and forth about certain cases that had come up in the hospital once he arrived in the States. And she hadn't - exactly - gone out of her way to avoid meeting Dr D'Amgrosio in person, not really. Her schedule was just so varied, and she was so often out of the area. She would always apologize profusely in her emails however, and supply him with clear, concise, and exacting work; test results, and whatever research he required.
Ani was just beginning to back out of the room silently, when suddenly he straightened up and spun around, almost walking into her.
"Ah, I see that. Um, so was I." His badge was obvious. Her badge was obvious. All she could do was to stick out a glove, make introductions, and get out of there so Clara could keep sleeping.
"Dr D'Ambrosio, Hi. I'm Dr Nuttal. We've spoken."