It's all computerized now. Everything is printed out and given over to the patient so they know what they are supposed to do even if the doctor told them minutes before. Everything is kept down in digital records so anyone within the hospital system can access that information. Really it's pretty nifty, and good because health care facilities shouldn't lag behind in the 21st century. That being said it's probably not that way all across the board but in most, current, up to date facilities they'll be all wired up and quick and speedy. Plus, it helps that it isn't too busy at the moment, otherwise there might just be a wait to get out of there simply because there are other people who need help too.
They get out of the room though and Salome feels like she can breathe a little bit better, or at least she can be easy and let her eyes slip shut for longer periods of time. She has to think that when he thanked the nurse that's probably the most gracious and real he has been with anyone outside the immediate family. He is good with strangers on such a fake level, to the unknowing he must seem like the most jovial and gracious person on the face of the planet, and, to his family he is, but on the regular person on the street she figures that it's all an act. Not that it's a bad thing, most people put on acts even if they aren't serial killers.
The running down the hall cements her theory and she squeals out a laugh, clinging to the arm of the chair as he runs her down the hall. Someone is going to peel out and they are going to crash horribly, she is waiting for it but it never happens and he slows and she breathes easier. Pulling the coat up around herself she holds it through the cold as he takes her to the car and places her inside.
That kiss.
She groans into it, throwing herself into it, his mouth, his lips, tongue. She kisses back frantically with just as much passion as him, maybe slightly less, the veil of opiates faded briefly but didn't entirely lift. Her fingers curl in his dark hair, holding him in place as she feasts off his mouth and his passion. Slowly she pulls back when he does and releases him. Sagging back against the seat she touches her lips, his taste still on her lips as she swallows and grins slowly.
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Date: 2013-01-11 12:55 am (UTC)They get out of the room though and Salome feels like she can breathe a little bit better, or at least she can be easy and let her eyes slip shut for longer periods of time. She has to think that when he thanked the nurse that's probably the most gracious and real he has been with anyone outside the immediate family. He is good with strangers on such a fake level, to the unknowing he must seem like the most jovial and gracious person on the face of the planet, and, to his family he is, but on the regular person on the street she figures that it's all an act. Not that it's a bad thing, most people put on acts even if they aren't serial killers.
The running down the hall cements her theory and she squeals out a laugh, clinging to the arm of the chair as he runs her down the hall. Someone is going to peel out and they are going to crash horribly, she is waiting for it but it never happens and he slows and she breathes easier. Pulling the coat up around herself she holds it through the cold as he takes her to the car and places her inside.
That kiss.
She groans into it, throwing herself into it, his mouth, his lips, tongue. She kisses back frantically with just as much passion as him, maybe slightly less, the veil of opiates faded briefly but didn't entirely lift. Her fingers curl in his dark hair, holding him in place as she feasts off his mouth and his passion. Slowly she pulls back when he does and releases him. Sagging back against the seat she touches her lips, his taste still on her lips as she swallows and grins slowly.
"That's probably in my top ten best kisses list."