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She knew it, had known it the last time she went in to speak with Elise and her parents. Had known it when, in the privacy of the girl's room, Anika stripped off a glove and held Elise's hand, then brushed the hair up off her forehead, comforting her and strengthening the bond between the two of them. A thread of touch-enabled clairvoyance, from the doctor to the patient. When she told Elise that, no matter what happened, she would be there, inside Dr Nuttal's heart, and stay there for always. She had known it, even though the child was too tired, too sick to hug her back.

And Anika knew it this morning when she woke at 2:21 AM, feeling the cord just fade away.

Elise was gone.

Anika had gotten out of bed then, lit a candle in her room, and knelt down to pray for the child, for each of the children that she could not save. The list continued to grow, and it seemed that even with all the new research coming available these days - even now - there was only so much known about certain rare childhood hematologic disorders and disease. It's why she kept making trips to Boston, to the Dana Farber/Boston Chldren's Cancer and Blood Disorder Center.

It's why she slept at the office, haunted the labs, compiled lists of medical texts and tests.

Anika's phone began to ring, but she ignored it. They were calling to tell her that Elise had passed away. Well, she already knew that. Anika continued to pray for a time, then stood up and turned on the light to her room. She blew out the candle and began a slow, methodical search for a clean pair of scrubs. It was going to be another long day.


The hospital coffee shop wasn't the best place to get coffee, but with the weather as bad as it was, there was no way that Anika wanted to walk all that way to get to Dunkin Donuts. So hospital coffee shop it was. She stood in line, waiting patiently, then realized while standing right in front of the server on the other side of the counter that she'd forgotten all her cash in her coat, up in the doctors' lounge. Oh, this was just perfect.

Date: 2015-04-10 07:45 am (UTC)
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Nothing for nothing. That was just the way of the world; there was nothing you would be given for free. Not even a simple cup of coffee.

Hazel eyes watched the young doctor be turned away, watched the tired slump of her shoulders as she walked out, out from the coffee shop and out from the building to find a bench just outside. The streets were wet this morning, the skies gray and heavy with rain. But none fell, not at this moment. A quiet moment, a bubble of it, before she resumed her duties.

A moment interrupted, when a takeaway cup of coffee was dangled in front of her. The fingers that held it had short-clipped nails, and the grooves and callouses belonging to a guitar player, the hands looked like they had seen work. Following the arm up, covered by the sleeve of a dark denim jacket, a friendly face soon came into view. Hazel eyes attentive and surprisingly honest in this day and age, and a slight of a smile on his lips, a touch apologetic that he was disturbing her. Tall but not remarkably so, slim to almost be lanky, somewhere in his mid to late twenties, he looked very much like a rocker, something the old Alice Cooper t-shirt that showed under his jacked only reinforced, as did the tousled mane of long, dark hair on his head.

He had a his own cup of coffee in his other hand, as well as a paper bag from the coffee shop pinched between his fingers. Breakfast on the go.

Date: 2015-04-10 03:02 pm (UTC)
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Perhaps he was visiting, perhaps he had other business. He may be a bit pale, though he didn't seem ill. Not that that had to mean anything, really.

The small smile widened, then, into something much brighter. "Don't mention it," he said with a shake of his head. Uninvited, he sat down, more like perching on the armrest on the end of the bench, one sneakered foot resting on the seat and the other remaining on the ground. Reaching into the paper bag he too out a bagel, balancing it on his lidded coffee cup as he reached to offer the bag and remaining bagel to her.

"The thought of a doctor going without coffee doesn't sit well with me."

Date: 2015-04-10 05:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lovestofly
"On should always listen to ones stomach. Especially when it comes to coffee and bagels. And ice cream, but the weather isn't really right for it." He flashed her a grin before taking a sip of his own coffee.

Again he leaned forward and reached over the distance between them, offering a hand for a shake. His palm was littered with the thin, white lines of several scars. They weren't the only ones. A gust of wind had blown back his hair for a moment, revealing a large patch of pale and wrinkled scar tissue on the right side of his neck, creeping back as well as down to disappear under the collar of his jacket. Then a shake of his head, a motion that looked to be more subconscious than anything else, had his hair settled down again to fall over his shoulder, putting the large scar back in hiding.

"Casper. And please, skip the Mister part. Nice to meet you, Doctor..."
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