[crossposted to mcgregor_q and hayds_q]


Hospitals had a smell all there own; a mix of disinfectant and the sick people within its walls. Ewan had always hated the smell, had always avoided hospitals and, if it came right down to it, doctors in general, when ever he could manage it. But there were, unfortunately, times when he couldn't avoid them

Like the time he'd broken his arm biking when he was a kid. Or the time he'd gotten a concussion and had to actually be admitted for observation. Or, the most recent injury, the time he'd managed to slice his hand open with a kitchen knife. He sighed, a long-suffering sound, and watched the cubical door, hoping someone would get a move on and see to him so he could get the hell out of here.

( Hayden had only been working at Tulane University Hospital ER… )