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Post by allison on Oct 18, 2008 17:00:48 GMT -5
Allison awoke reluctantly as her persistant alarm blared loudly in her ear. She groaned loudly and pressed a pillow over her face. Sheepishly, she glanced at the clock and moaned as she registered the time, 4:55 am. It was so early. One of the many perks of being a doctor in the ER. The bright side was that she did not have to work the night shift this week. She did next week, but she was on from 7 to 7 this week. Lovely, right?
Yawning, she pushed the covers back from her queen sized bed, shiverring as a rush of cold air hit her bare skin. Clad in a pair of shorts and tee-shirt, she slowly walked into the kitchen, turning on her coffee pot before almost crawling to the shower.
Once she was dressed in a pair of light blue scrubs over a black longsleeved shirt, and her blond hair was tied into a high ponytail, she grabbed a thermos from under the counter and poured the coffee, milk and sugar into the thermos before walking to her car.
Sighing to herself asshe entered Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, she smiled briefly to some of the patients before making a bee-line for the doctor's lounge. Since it was fairly in the morning, the only people on the floor at 6 in the morning were the people that were getting ready to leave or the over-achievers who got up so early in the morning, that they were never late to work, even when the traffic was horrendous.
One of the plus sides of working days was that she usually saw Chase, seeing that he usually hung down in the ER when he wasn't in surgery. One of the more, confusing, items was that of Greg House, her old boss. He did work days, but thankfully, he almost always got to work around 10 in the morning, if Cuddy didn't haul him in sooner. Grinning at the thought, Allison sat down on the couch and flipped on the television, curling her legs beside her thin frame as she took a sip of her coffee. |
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Post by Gregory House, M.D. on Oct 18, 2008 17:56:46 GMT -5
Gregory House limped into the hospital he worked from outside. It was just barely autumn. Some leaves were o the ground and the weather was slightly nippy. The pessimistic, misanthrope didn't care that much about it. The only reason he had showed up nearly four hours earlier than he would have normally show up was because that hospital administrator who couldn't afford to fire him wouldn't stop calling him. Cuddy was the vein of his existance. Who cares, House thought. I'll get back at her soon enough.
Glancing around the lounge as he grabbed his coffee he smirked and limped over to Cameron. Sitting beside her and snatching the remote he said, "What's on? Ain't got work for a few hours." This just showed House's annoyance even more clearly than he usually was.
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Post by allison on Nov 1, 2008 16:01:55 GMT -5
"Good Morning America!" The television blared cheerfully, making Allison stare at it in a blank silence. It is way to early to be this cheerful, she thought as she glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing it barely read six in the morning.
Sighing before she took another sip of her coffee, her thoughts suddenly drifted away to her old boss, Gregory House. He was such a pain in the butt, but there was always something about him. She knew she didn't have feelings like she once had for him now, but it was odd, as if she almost did have lingering feelings for her former boss.
Sighing, she smiled to herself before she resumed her attention to the television, leaving the remote abandoned on the coffee table. Immersed in the program, when it suddenly changed and she heard a all too familiar voice complain she knew her day was far from over.
"Good Morning, House," Allison said with a roll of her eyes as she twisted to see her former boss sitting beside her. "Did Cuddy wake you?" She teased. |
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Post by Gregory House, M.D. on Nov 1, 2008 17:04:28 GMT -5
House flipped through the channels quickly. Only pausing so the show or commercial would begin talking before being changed abruptly making a rather annoying noise, along with the clicking the old remote made. "Of course not," said House in his normal sarcastic tone. "I normally get up at four in the morning to come to work at six."
The man growled as he flipped annoyingly through the channels. His eyes seemed glued to the thing, he didn't look away as he put his feet on the table and got somfortable on the couch. He was going to be there a while apparently.
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