Elle
Human
Architect, Author & Presenter
Suddenly my eyes are open, everything comes into focus.
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Post by Elle on Dec 27, 2009 23:57:25 GMT
It was nothing but admirable in her eyes that he felt the time wasted on the pomp and circumstance of formal functions could be better spent in his work, though to be perfectly honest she felt he probably needed the break once in a while, but if she could worm her way out of some of the parties and dinners she had to attend she would do it in a heartbeat. In a weird way she guessed they were both slaves to both their jobs and adulthood; people relied on them to be at these things, to keep to their word, maintain their standards. It was the way of the world. Maybe she would rope him into joining her at the next one if only to make things a bit more fun, they could sneak out during the long, dry speeches or something.
Elle handed over the comforter as he reached out for it with a bight smile, hands going to her hips as she cats her eyes around briefly; "Believe me I would take a bit of repetition and normalcy just about now," she told him sincerely. After a moment she bent to pick up her handbag and fished around inside it for her medications. There were a lot of pills to take after a transplant, she was immunosuppressants for the remainder of her life to ensure that her body didn’t reject teh heart that had been sewn into her chest cavity for one thing, then there were pills to stop ulcers, vitamins to boost her severely weakened immune system. It was all very boring and complicated and frankly Elle just took what the doctors told her to obediently. In the back of her mind she supposed she ought to call in at the hospital for a check up after the night before, the stress had been immense and a check up might be in order. Finally putting her hands on her pill bottles she pulled them out and looked up. "All this excitement isn’t good for me," she offered with a wry sort of grin.
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
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Post by Chris on Feb 14, 2010 22:50:20 GMT
Chris was the kind of man who put a lot of himself into his work, some would say too much. It had been a distraction for a long time, and admittedly that was a little bit of the reason when it came to the why behind his going into the police force to begin with; he'd wanted a distraction from his life, but that wasn't really it, not at the core. What it really was, at its most basic, was a way to honour his father, a man who'd given his life to protect others on the job; Duncan Tyler had been Chris' hero in childhood, his role model and idol in every way, and he still was, even now, so many years after his death in the line of duty. Being a cop was all Chris knew how to do nowadays, and he made no attempt to hide that. Day or night he was at the beck and call of his job, so to speak, and at the first indication that he was needed at the station then that was where he would be, without hesitation, regardless of what he'd been in the middle of, how much he'd slept, whether he'd eaten; his job had come first for a long time, and it would be a hard habit to break if ever the time came when he needed to do so.
Honestly it had crossed Chris' mind to give Elle a not-so-subtle reminder about seeing a doctor, and in fact he'd suggested it the night before only for her to wave it off and shake her head and insist she was fine and it wasn't necessary. He'd left it at that, because it wasn't in his nature to push and push unless the other person in the conversation was a suspect and needed that kind of pressure applied to them. Elle wasn't a suspect in any sense of the word, rather quite the opposite, and the last thing she needed was more stress on top of what she was already carrying. With the tidy comforter put away while she rooted around in her bag, Chris returned to his former place with his own hands on his hips, watching her from where he stood. "Excitement is overrated. Trust me, I get more than enough of it in my job." He paused, adopting a thoughtful expression, somewhat feigned as it was. "If by 'excitement' you mean danger, tension and stress, at least." Chris offered Elle a smile, and then waved in the general direction of the bottles. "You want some water for those?"
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Elle
Human
Architect, Author & Presenter
Suddenly my eyes are open, everything comes into focus.
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Post by Elle on May 25, 2010 0:12:07 GMT
There was a schedule with her doctor's appointments, the longer she lived with her new heart the less frequent they became and with one in couple of days she didn't see the point in going early if she was fine, she felt fine, no chest pains or pins and needles, no numbness in her fingers or toes or any of the other symptoms she associated with a problem; if there had been evidence of any one of those she'd have gone to the hospital immediately but all she'd really wanted to do in light of their absence was sleep off the exhaustion that had bled into her bones. Thanks to Chris she'd been able to manage that, sinking into a dreamless expanse of oblivion on his couch, knowing that he wasn't far away and that she was safe.
Elle laughed lightly while rooting through the bottom of her purse for the hastily packed medications. "That sounds about right, stress, paperwork, stalkers; check, check and check." Elle smiled, shaking a pill bottle in response to his query. "Yes, thanks." Over time she had gotten used to swallowing the pills dry but when she had a whole slew to take in one go like this morning she knew she needed something to wash them down with.
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
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Post by Chris on May 30, 2010 14:21:21 GMT
While Chris was in no way qualified to spot the subtle warning signs of anything being wrong with someone with a condition like Elle's, he was good at reading people and the woman would have given it away, he knew, and if for whatever reason she hadn't gotten herself underway to the hospital immediately then he would have been ushering her out the door, keys in hand, and taken her there himself. He would have taken her there anyway, though, even if she had out and told him she needed to go. He would have insisted. That was just the kind of man he was, the type of guy who felt like he could always do that little bit extra for a friend.
His smile was quiet in response to her words and then he was moving into the kitchen to fill a glass halfway with water. Chris let the tap run for a little while after checking his fridge for cold bottles, making a mental note when he saw the empty spaces to pick some up at the store. Grocery lists weren't exactly a necessity when you had a good memory like he did. When he emerged again, he offered the glass to her. "It's tap water, unfortunately. It's all right, but it's not exactly cold. You gonna be okay with that?"
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