Post by Nathaniel Musell on Dec 30, 2012 22:48:00 GMT 1
Nate looked good in a doctor’s coat. He’d always thought so. The fact that his ID tag belonged to someone else was just a minor technicality. A quick change to the photograph with a set of pocket tools and he was now Dr. Lockaster. It was no PHD (really who had time for that kind of thing anymore?) but it would do. His thick brown hair was brushed back neaty for a change, and he’d even shaved. It was the first time in a week, actually. Nate could carry the look well enough, but Lina had always preferred him well shaved. Not that he could blame her- stubble burn was a bitch. And he certainly wasn’t about to stop kissing her.
Or well, he wouldn’t if he could find her. The search was proving more frustrating with every passing day. He was at the hospital today following a lead. A woman found, injured, meeting Lina’s description. Or part of it at least. What Nate had learned in his search was that “tall, blonde, blue eyed and beautiful” was a description that came up relatively frequently. And while Nathaniel enjoyed many a beautiful woman, none had been his Lina. But, doctors didn’t quite measure things the way he did. Nate could tell you a woman’s exact measurements just by holding out his hands in demonstration and be spot on within about an eight of an inch. When you had a woman like Lina Lux on your arm you took note of that kind of thing. Doctors were more interested in things like weight and height, which Nate had never considered to be the most accurate way to describe any kind of woman, never mind one that had curves that could wreck anything traveling over them at more than 5mph.
Nate took a deep breath as he looked to the number on the room. This was it. The moment of truth. For the fifth time in seven weeks. He pushed the door open quietly, gazing first at the woman in the bed and picking up her chart at the foot of the bed. He pulled up a chair next to her and brushed a strand of hair from her face, looking at her with the intensity of a searching and ultimately broken man. It wasn’t her. He looked to the chart with a heavy sigh, hoping the noise would stir her. “Well, good news is at least it looks like they’ll have you out of here soon.” His voice was comforting and had a slight accent from a place probably long forgotten. Out of the corner of his eye Nate saw someone walk by that seemed out of place. It was easy to notice, given that he himself didn’t belong. The difference was that Nate was very good at it. Vampire hospitals. Stay too long and you were as good as dinner. He would know. He sighed a bit to himself and looked back to the chart “Or maybe sooner, would be a good idea. How’re you feeling?”
Or well, he wouldn’t if he could find her. The search was proving more frustrating with every passing day. He was at the hospital today following a lead. A woman found, injured, meeting Lina’s description. Or part of it at least. What Nate had learned in his search was that “tall, blonde, blue eyed and beautiful” was a description that came up relatively frequently. And while Nathaniel enjoyed many a beautiful woman, none had been his Lina. But, doctors didn’t quite measure things the way he did. Nate could tell you a woman’s exact measurements just by holding out his hands in demonstration and be spot on within about an eight of an inch. When you had a woman like Lina Lux on your arm you took note of that kind of thing. Doctors were more interested in things like weight and height, which Nate had never considered to be the most accurate way to describe any kind of woman, never mind one that had curves that could wreck anything traveling over them at more than 5mph.
Nate took a deep breath as he looked to the number on the room. This was it. The moment of truth. For the fifth time in seven weeks. He pushed the door open quietly, gazing first at the woman in the bed and picking up her chart at the foot of the bed. He pulled up a chair next to her and brushed a strand of hair from her face, looking at her with the intensity of a searching and ultimately broken man. It wasn’t her. He looked to the chart with a heavy sigh, hoping the noise would stir her. “Well, good news is at least it looks like they’ll have you out of here soon.” His voice was comforting and had a slight accent from a place probably long forgotten. Out of the corner of his eye Nate saw someone walk by that seemed out of place. It was easy to notice, given that he himself didn’t belong. The difference was that Nate was very good at it. Vampire hospitals. Stay too long and you were as good as dinner. He would know. He sighed a bit to himself and looked back to the chart “Or maybe sooner, would be a good idea. How’re you feeling?”
