Fin
It had been a rather slow night in A&E and Hex had had plenty of time to chat with the other nurses. He'd been put off with the peds just because he was so good with the kiddies, but when warning bells went off in trauma Hex ran to where he was needed. The bloke was young and terribly thin and Hex got the distinct impression from the state of his hair and nails he was probably not well.
"I'm Hex," he said as two other nurses fussed over the young man, installing an IV and affixing EKG pads. "I just need to get a bit of history."
They went through the details and Hex took it all down, but what he was watching for with all this was to see how lucid Mr. Finlay Flynn was. The other nurses left before he got through the complete questionnaire.
"Almost done, Mr. Flynn," he said, then paused to look at the EKG printout. It wasn't good and the gravity of the situation settled heavy on his brow.
"I'm Hex," he said as two other nurses fussed over the young man, installing an IV and affixing EKG pads. "I just need to get a bit of history."
They went through the details and Hex took it all down, but what he was watching for with all this was to see how lucid Mr. Finlay Flynn was. The other nurses left before he got through the complete questionnaire.
"Almost done, Mr. Flynn," he said, then paused to look at the EKG printout. It wasn't good and the gravity of the situation settled heavy on his brow.
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"Yeah, not rabid or anything, but I like it when I can catch the game," Fin nodded, thankful that Hex wasn't going to push the other topic. 'Played a little in school even."
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"I play when I can. The hospital has a team...it's huge, like thirty players, but that's only because only a handful of us can ever make it to a game, playing around our schedules how we do," he replied, looking at Fin critically. Hex thought he looked more like a track man, rather than a footballer. He was so slight.
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"...Well, I could back then anyway. Another life, yeah?"
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"Another life. How do you keep fit now? You've got to get a bit of exercise. Say, don't you do something like exercise in theater? I saw a show once and they ere flailing their arms and being trees and such. It was mental," he replied.
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"It does, yeah. Walking's really one of the best things you can do to keep fit. It's not how fast or how hard you do it, just that you do it at all," Hex said, nodding enthusiastically. "Me, I'm in the gym most every day."
And there was no doubt to that statement. Hex was proper fit, something that was obvious even with the shapeless scrubs h was wearing.
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Fin let his gaze drop to Hex's torso, taking in the site of the man, the bulk of muscle slightly visible through his clothes, along with his toned arms.
"Yeah, I see that," he replied, his gaze lingering just a little too long.
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His stomach fluttered and his heart beat just a bit faster as he took in the sight of Fin looking at him. He wasn't about to say anything but he immediately felt vindicated that he hadn't been entirely wrong. He had a feeling about Fin and the man might be a bit in denial and Hex was happy to let him remain there. But it made him feel good to be right.
"I cross train," he said, then took another bite.
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Fin forced himself to stop staring and swallowed hard.
"Oh, erm, wot's that entail exactly then?" he asked curiously.
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"Don't think that would be wise, I'd likely just pass out on a treadmill or something," Fin pointed out. "Besides, I was just teasing, Hex."
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"How's your chips?" he asked. "Are you sure that's enough to eat?"
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"They're brilliant, really. All I need, thanks for getting them for me," he smiled. "I owe you, mate."
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"You think? Maybe. Just as likely..."
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"Guess we wont know until it comes to pass," Fin replied, watching Hex as he spoke. "Can't predict the future, yeah?"
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But he did know a bit of this and that. Couldn't travel with The Doctor on not pick up a bit about the future when it was considered history.
"Want too catch the train?"
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"Yeah, alright, let's go. I'm exhausted. I need some sleep," he admitted, looking a bit light-headed as he got to his feet. "Thanks again- for the food. For everything."
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