21 Oct; Tulane University Hospital ER; Hayden Christensen, Ewan McGregor; PG

Sat, 21 Oct 2006 18:44:39 GMT

[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 for a couple months now as a Resident. He'd graduated from Tulane University in June after spending much of his last year in Houston, TX finishing his medical degree as the hospital recovered from Katrina and slowly brought everyone back to New Orleans. Even now, Tulane University had just recently reopened completely and he had received one of the few spots available to first year residents in the emergency medicine department, quite to the chagrin of his family who wanted him to go into a more glamorous specialty like surgery or cardiology and work with some of the best doctor's in the area. He refused, taking the lower paying job in the ER and going into the specialty he loved, emergency medicine.

He had been handed Ewan's chart and was perusing through it as he slowly walked down the hallway. Just a simple laceration that needed a few stitches. Well, he could definitely handle that. Pulling back the curtain to the area, Hayden stepped inside, a ready smile on his face before he paused briefly and looked at the other man. He was gorgeous, Hayden thought, but he wasn't there to find a date! He was there to work. Hell, he didn't have a lot of time to date and wanted to focus on his job anyway.

"Mr. McGregor...it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm doctor Christensen and I'm going to be sewing up that cut of yours today..." he greeted, a smile lighting his face.

Ewan's lips twitched slightly as he scrutinized the young man. "Hello there," he said, summoning a smile. Privately he thought that Christensen looked far too young to be traipsing around in a white coat and stethoscope. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well."

Slipping onto a stool in front of Ewan, he set the chart to the side and took the other man's hand gently into his own, pulling away the gauze to see what damage was done. "You say you cut this with a kitchen knife?"

"Yeah," he confirmed, preferring to look at the young man rather than his hand. "Tried to chop my hand instead of the vegetables. Bit embarrassing really."

"And when is the last time you had a tetanus shot?" Hayden reached over and picked up a new syringe and needle, twisting the one onto the other before reaching over to pick up the small bottle of anesthetic he'd be using to numb the area before beginning any major work.

Ewan had to think about that. "Three years ago," he answered after some mental math.

Smiling, Hayden nodded. "Well, the good news is you won't have to have a tetanus shot." He pulled over the syringe and readied it before warning, "You're going to feel a slight pinch."

Ewan nodded, tensing only a little as a cool alcohol wipe ran over his skin. "So, do you have a first name to go with the last, or did you lose that when 'Doctor' got attached."

"My life was all planned out for me when I was born so my parents named me Doctor," he deadpanned, lips quirking up slightly as he met the other man's eyes. Hayden couldn't help but think suddenly how blue the other man's eyes were as he swallowed and counseled himself against flirting with the patients, even patients as incredibly gorgeous as this one.

Ewan snorted in amusement, though he had to wonder how much truth was in the young man's words. Some families were like that, he should know. "Maybe I'll stick to calling you Christensen then," he suggested. As if, after tonight, he'd really have a need to call him much of anything.

Laughing, Hayden shook his head, turning his body so that Ewan could read his badge and see what his real first name was. "I promise, it's not Doctor. However, my family did want me to become a doctor. Luckily for them, I wanted to as well or we would have had a bigger fight than we already have had."

"Hayden," Ewan noted, thinking he rather liked it. Pretty face to go with the name, too. "What, you not go into the right kind of doctoring for them?" he asked without thinking.

"Something like that," Hayden replied dryly, an ironic smile lighting his face even as he reached out and pinched the tip of a finger to test if the anesthetic had taken affect or not. "Did you feel that?"

"Nope," he replied, far too cheerfully. "I didn't mean to pry," he added, refusing to look down towards where Hayden's attention was now fully focused.

"You didn't," Hayden replied softly as he reached over and picked up a package with a needle and suture thread. His eyes flitted up to look at Ewan, smiling as he saw the man studiously avoiding looking down at his hand. Then he looked back down at the hand he was starting to sew up. "My parents wanted me to specialize in something more glamorous like cardio thoracic surgery or something else where I could add to the family fortunes. Unfortunately, my preference lay in emergency medicine. Even worse, not even Trauma surgery, but just emergency medicine itself."

"Well, God forbid you should have a mind of your own," Ewan noted rather bluntly. He tried not to twitch; the hand was numbed, but there was still an odd feeling as Hayden worked. "If we all did what our parents wanted, there would be very little variety in the world, me thinks."

Hayden couldn't help the rueful smile that lit his face at that. "Isn't that the truth. It's amazing how they think that just because they brought us into the world, that they should have a say in how we live the rest of our lives." He finished up the slice on the hand and quickly cut off the thread.

"Isn't it, though? You're very good," the Scot said, glancing down as Hayden finished. "You'll want me back in here to get these out, yeah?"

"You're trying to do my job for me, aren't you?" Hayden teased. "Yes, in a week. Just come back in and let them know you're here to get stitches removed. Usually a nurse can do it, but they will pull one of us in to check it over real quick." The doctor finished wrapping the hand and taping it. "Don't get this wet for four days, but you'll want to change the bandage every day if you can."

"I wouldn't dream of doing your job for you, Doctor Christensen," Ewan answered, flashing a grin at the younger man. He was a bit shaky, utterly ready to get out of the hospital, but a bit reluctant to leave his company. "I think I can manage to keep all that straight, for an hour at least."

Hayden Christensen Bio

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 04:19:15 GMT

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Pup's Name: Hayden Christensen

Pup's physical info: Standing at 6' 1", Hayden could be fairly imposing if he didn't have such a skinny frame and carry himself in a self-effacing manner. He's got dark blonde hair that he wears slightly long with a ruffled appearance. His eyes are a striking blue that seem to see to the very soul of a person and hold great compassion and love in them.

Pup's location: Market District near Tulane University and Audubon Park. Works at Tulane University Hospital ER as a 1st year resident.

Pup's orientation: Gay

Pup's hobbies: Dancing, reading, hiking, sailing, traveling

Pup's bio:

Born on April 19, 1981, Hayden was born in New Orleans and grew up there. His father was a surgeon and his mother a socialite, both of whom were from two of the more prominent families in New Orleans. Hayden grew up as the pampered youngest son with an older brother (Tove) who went into movie production and moved to Los Angeles; sister (Hejsa) who married into another prominent NO family and moved away to Lake Charles with her husband; and a younger sister, Kaylen who is a 1st year student at Tulane University and living in the dorms.

Hayden grew up with the best, the best private schools, the best society had to offer, the best vacations, the best of everything. He went to Tulane University when he was old enough as it was expected that he would be the one to follow in his father's footsteps since he wished to enter medicine as he had. He went through his undergraduate coursework and managed to get decent enough grades, but he fought hard to keep his GPA and managed to get into the medical hospital on his own merits without having to use his father's 'connections'.
Now, Hayden's parents have left the family home in his care and are traveling the world now that they no longer have any children in the house they need to worry about. This is where Hayden is living currently as he works as a resident at Tulane University Hospital ER.

Type of Characters Pup Likes: Hayden is fairly easy-going and gets along with a wide variety of people. He's slightly snobbish at times, but as he works in the ER he's learning to be a bit more understanding and willing to open up to new individuals and friendships.

Hayden Christensen M.D.

21 Oct; Tulane University Hospital ER; Hayden Christensen, Ewan McGregor; PG

Hayden Christensen Bio