Post by Jason Campbell on May 25, 2014 10:28:51 GMT -6
There were days when Jason working endlessly, unaware of the time passing by. Even his stomach knew what he was doing was too important to bother him for some food, or his eyes for some rest. But there were other days, those when he had a lot of work as well but it seemed so boring that he could not wait for the day to end. This was one of those days, sadly for him.
Jason was not just taking people who had an appointment. Sure he had some of those but the clinic was not to turn down people in need just because they didn't call to ask for one. Today, he was mostly dealing with the first one though. And their little problems seemed so trivial. He had a lot on his head and was not focusing perhaps as much as he should. He was still ready to give them all the attention required, but he would not start a conversation or do the whole reassuring dance during fifteen minutes. First, he thought of what happened, not that long ago. He got a call from the school, requesting his expertise during their rescue mission. If he had seen people being stabbed or shot or attacked in any way before, the images still lingered on the back of his mind. It had been kids against military men.
Jason was also thinking of some of his research he was currently working on. And his brother. Raphael was never very far from the doctor’s mind ever since he came back to his hometown. He tried another attempt at getting closer to him. What he saw made him want to clear some things before they could no longer. Raphael of course didn’t have a mind to oblige his brother. He didn’t want to hear him empty his heart. To him, everything Jason did was directed by guilt. It was partially true, but that didn't make it any easier.
Done with his patient, he wrote a few notes in the file than went to the reception desk. “I don’t have another patient until an hour. I’ll be taking a break. Call me only if someone asks for me specifically,” he told the woman behind the desk before going back to his office. He was not particularly hungry or had anything to do. He simply wanted to be alone with his thoughts, away from patients and their worries or comments about what is going on and whatnot. He sat down, closing his eyes as a long sigh escaped his lips. This little break was welcomed before he had to tell another patient that they would not die of their very obscure disease that was nothing more than a cold due to the change in temperature or some allergies.