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[badlucktwin.livejournal.com]

Who: Bridget and Damon
When: After he reports back to work for the day
Where: Infirmary
What: Returning?
Rating: Not really bad as of yet?

The blond hurried his way to the infirmary.  He wasn't about to pass out, which was a good thing.  The small British teen ran down the corridors in his Keds trying to get there as fast as possible.  He knew that the head nurse wouldn't like him missing.  Not to mention the new doctor...yeah that man was nice.  A slight blush appeared on the eighteen year old's face as he thought of the man.  He knew it was a crush, even if it was a slight one.

Bridget swung open the door and skid to a stop, ready for action!  His job...as much as he loathed it.

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[dr-damon.livejournal.com]

Damon nodded, "I will. I also want you to shadow me all day. I've spoken to the head nurse, who has agreed to let you be my charge. So just follow me around and don't be afraid to ask questions." He smiled, "And you can stop with the 'sir' business," He chuckled, "It makes me feel old. Just call me Damon."

[badlucktwin.livejournal.com]

"I just wasn't really quite sure WHAT to call you..." He grinned. He didn't have to listen to bitchzilla nag at him, or the other nurses making fun of him for looking like a girl. Bridget was glad, super glad.

"I-If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" He blinked up at the brunette man.

[dr-damon.livejournal.com]

It was a fair question. Damon himself asked Bridget that the day before. He smiled, "26. Are you surprised?" He smirked and chuckled. He knew he acted much more mature and older when he was on the job. He had to. It wasn't a job you could horse around during.