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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 13:43:15 GMT -8
| “Really?” He hadn't intended to make chit-chat; to extend the conversation any longer than it needed to be, but now she'd brought up a topic he just had to ask about. “Where exactly is he from?” Her answer was wouldn't mean much to him; it would probably be 'Grad Sofiya', were he to take a stab in the dark, but part of him genuinely was curious.
Before he knew it, she was telling him to wait. And then, indifferent to the fact her drink had been set by her, she snagged a pen out of the server's pocket, and started scribbling down on a napkin.
“Uh, you don't--” But now, the napkin was in his face with her name and number on it. “You really don't have to do that.” He took the napkin, in spite of his words. With all that was going on, she was concerned about the blood on his shirt? It wasn't like he didn't get blood on it often... Well, sometimes he wasn't as careful as normal. He'd never had a patient request they get his shirt (or coat) dry cleaned before. Really, he just found it unusual that anyone would do such a thing; it was like she was holding herself accountable for the damage to her nose. He sighed a bit... She was really going to insist, wasn't she?
Folding up the napkin and placing it in his pocket, he supposed he could just call her briefly and tell her the blood came out (whether it was going to or not) and have done with it. “Right... Thanks. I'll be sure to.” Just as long as she didn't call him for any other reason than her nose still wasn't right, then he guessed that was the best compromise he could come up with. | Words: 301
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2013 16:19:41 GMT -8
“Blagoevgrad.” She answered after a moment as she tried to remember where he was from. “He went to school with my cousin Boris. They're both engineers, something to do with trains. He's nice, well, they have 6 kids so if I didn't like him it's a bit too late.” Was she rambling again? Damn it. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go on like that.” This stranger doesn't need to know your family tree Vesna. Usually she was more quiet than this. A cute guy and a quite a bit of blood loss made her a little loopy.
She downed the shot without the salt and lime, not really wanting to lick her wrist that had blood dried on it. “I do need to. This was hardly a professional situation right?” She echoed his words, glad to see him pocket the napkin. “If you call and I don't answer just leave a message. I work odd hours sometimes.” Hopefully he would call, she would feel weird calling him about it. 'Hey I'm that girl that bled all over your shirt, did it come out?' What an awkward phone call that would be. Plus she wasn't sure when a good time to call was.
You know what, now was probably a good time to go home. The shot numbed her throat thankfully but her head was starting to hurt more, especially right between her eyes. Vesna needed those pain killers pronto. And then there was the matter of tracking them down which would be fun. Oh well, it was still early enough to knock on some doors.
For a moment when she stood up she worried she would topple over. A deep breath and the feeling of fainting passed. No need to add that to the list of mishaps today. “I'll walk you out if you'd like. I'm going to head home, no point bleeding all over the place. Thank you once again for helping me out, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2013 0:55:20 GMT -8
| Blagoevgrad. Well, that was the other side of the country to where Marko was from, himself. He just shook his head in acknowledgement, there really wasn't much more he could do in regards to where the guy was from. “Six kids?” He muttered out, instead. Without thinking twice, he added, “Lucky man.”
Hm. He figured after the words had left his mouth that what he'd said was probably a bit blunt, especially in front of a stranger (especially in front of a woman). Maybe she'd take it in the sense that the guy was lucky to have such a large family and not think of it in any other manner. Either way, he moved on from the subject.
“I have long work days sometimes, so I'll probably have to call around midday.” His work days usually depended on who else was in his department, whether there needed to be anything done on the research front, whether Iain could spare giving him an hour or two off or whether the agents were out and about or not.
By now, he was ready to head in the direction of the doors. She said she'd walk him out; that she needed to leave, herself. He couldn't argue with that. Instead, he shrugged aside her apologies. “How are you getting home?” He asked, before remembering something she'd said just before. “Ah... You're gonna call one of your neighbours to collect you, right?” He was genuinely concerned about this because, hell, if he let her go home alone and she passed out or something on the way, that would have been a major screw up on his part... And from the fact she'd stated, he could deduce that at the very least she wasn't going to be driving herself home, no matter what or how much she had drunk. | Words: 304
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 12:53:23 GMT -8
Vesna snatched a few more napkins up for the trip home. When she heard his response she couldn't help but laugh. “I'm not sure about lucky. He's outnumbered by little girls. They're happy though.” Elena never seemed to complain to her about anything so she assumed the marriage was a happy one. All of her siblings seemed happy with their spouses and children from what she could tell. Only Petar and herself were left and probably always would be since Petar was married to school and work and she was.. yeah..
Mid day was alright. She would just ask to be on the trampoline around that time if they didn't have a show. She could answer her phone then. On the horses was a different story since she needed to focus one hundred percent. The last thing Vesna needed was the rest of her body to look as black and blue as her face was going to in the next few days. “That's good for me.” If he even called. At least now she knew what time to call him if her nose didn't heal up or he didn't call her.
Oh yes, she said she would call one of her neighbours. Now thinking about it though, they probably wouldn't come at this time of night to the bar. If they were even up. They'd tell her to just walk it off and make her own way home. Oh well, that was just them. Tough love. “I'm just going to walk, it's only ten minutes or so. I don't want to bother anyone.” The cool air might help her head ache a bit. Besides, she only had two beers and a shot, she didn't even have a buzz going on.
She slipped off her chair and got to her feet, glad to see she was no longer shaky. Just a bit light headed but that was to be expected, right? “I'll manage, it's not that far.” She said, more so to herself than him. What a site she would be walking home with her white shirt covered in blood. “No one will bother me looking like this.” It felt good to laugh it off, she wasn't mad about the situation anymore. These things happen after all.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 9:24:25 GMT -8
| He kept midday in mind; so long as he was sure he'd remember this incident tomorrow, he'd remember to call her. But when work was involved, especially, he did have a tendency to get scatterbrained, and so he decided placing a notification in his phone to alert him tomorrow was probably the best idea. Even if he couldn't make the call at midday exactly (it all boiled down to his circumstances, after all; at 12PM on the dot, Iain could be shouting at him to put some first-aid kits together, or he could be trying to crack an Agent's bone back into place... Come to think of it, he would much rather be on the phone to a pretty young girl than doing either of those), at least that would serve as a reminder.
“If you're sure.” Marko didn't really want her heading off on her own, but if she wanted to, he couldn't really stop her. Ten minutes wasn't too far at all, all things considered, even if he would have preferred a friend or a neighbour to have collected her. He nodded his head lightly. “Just... Try not to... Trip over, or get hit by a car, or walk into a lamppost or anything.” He was joking, but his matter-of-fact tone might not have portrayed that.
He slipped his hands into his pockets. “Either way, I should go.” He said, glancing briefly towards the doorway again. Quietly, he added, half-muttering, “Before someone puts two-and-two together and starts asking me the best way to get rid of the corns on their feet, or something.” He said this in the same dry tone as before; hopefully, were she to overhear him, she'd at least find that more amusing than his 'don't get hit by a car or walk into a lamppost' joke. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2013 9:53:36 GMT -8
This man must have been psychic, how did he know what she did today?! “I already got hit by a car this morning. Two in one day, I don't think even I'm that unlucky.” Vesna tried to laugh off her embarrassing confession but she wasn't quite sure it would make him laugh too. He seemed a bit serious. Her brother was the same though, maybe all doctors were like that? Ahh, but he was trying to make a joke about running into stuff right? Or did he really think she would? No, he just had a different sense of humour, everyone was different after all. If they were just the same it would be kind of boring.
With napkins in hand for the trip home she got to her feet, glad the lightheadedness had already passed. She called out to Kiril, switching to his mother tongue to tell him she'd be back in the morning. If she was still alive, of course. Vesna was fluent enough in Bulgarian not to sound too ridiculous in front of native speakers, hopefully. Her grandfather made sure she learned the language so if she wanted to go to school there she'd be okay. Too bad she never went, but there was no use dwelling on her poor choices now.
“Let me walk you out, if you're with me no one will bother you since it looks like you're escorting me.” He already had a full day of work and dealing with her, she didn't want to burden him any further. Besides, he probably wanted to get home.
Outside the air was cool, which helped her headache quite a bit. A nice walk would be nice, it would calm any of the aggression she still had in her. Perhaps she'd call a friend a chat, this night would make for an interesting story after all. “Well I'm this way. Don't worry, I'll go straight home.” For some reason, saying that made her feel like a kid again. Goodness, she was a grown woman, if she detoured no one would scold her. “Have a safe drive home! Thank you, again, I really appreciate the help.” Vesna waved as she backed up, tripping over a newspaper box. Luckily she saved herself from a rather nasty fall by grabbing onto it and pulling herself back upright. “I'm okay! Have a good night!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 16:21:44 GMT -8
| “You got hit by a...” His voice trailed off. She was probably being sarcastic, he thought, momentarily... Or, was she? He nodded his head a bit... She might well have been incredibly accident-prone and a doctor being on the scene for her most recent scrape was just a break in her string of bad luck. Or maybe, as he'd initially thought, she was just joking. He thought it might have been best not to ask.
Sticking his hands firmly in his pockets, he walked outside with her, not questioning the matter she brought up about anyone bothering either of them. He frankly doubted anyone cared enough. The sky out was dark and cool and it was a welcome contrast from the stuffy interior of the bar... He inhaled a deep breath of the air through his nose... It might've been a nice night to sit out and have a smoke, actually, he thought to himself. Hell, he'd probably have been doing that right then and there if Vesna hadn't gotten herself hurt and his second beer had been finished.
“Well, I'm this way. Don't worry, I'll go straight home.”
Only when she spoke again did he realise his mind had wandered a bit. Though he was still slightly concerned, he shook his head. “Right.” He supposed he couldn't do much more. He watched then, as she said her thanks once again and waved... And then, clearly not looking where she was going, almost tripped herself up. He winced, resisting the urge to bring his hand to his forehead as she clambered back to her feet. “Yeah... Er... Goodnight.”
And that was that – he was left in the car park, unable to do much more than watch her disappear into the night... Or disappear into another health hazard. The thought put a frown on his face... He really needed that smoke. | Words: 311
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