Thread: The Power in Addiction [Defiant x Temptationist]

Full Name Miriam Athena Garwin Stage Name Dr. Miriam Salem Nickname Miri Tink childhood Status PhD-MD, physician and geneticist Family Reid Garwin half-brother We got a new arrival, hun. Wanna see his chart? Nurse Cavallo poked her head into my office, a clipboard loaded in her arms. She was an older lady, in her 40s and very Italian. One of those Jersey Shore style Italians, but with a bad Boston accent. Not even paying attention to her, busy at my desk looking at blood test results on my computer. Dr. Salem? She imposed once more. I think you really gotta see this one. I raised my hand to shoo her away. I was busy. Despite my wordless reaction, she added, He's really cute. Popping herself into the office and leaning on my desk. A young dude from Ipswich. My eyes shot up to her. From where ? Yeah! She chewed her gum so loud as she exclaimed. Small town called Ipswich. Ain't that where your brotha from? Snatching the chart from her, I looked down at it. She continued to talk as she watched me go over the file. In for heroin. Don't look it, though... He's hot! I let the chart fall from my grip and slam lightly on the table. Looking up to her with my brows lowered I had a typically not impressed look on my face. She raised her hands up in the air, innocently, and shouted, Just sayin'! You ain't got no ring on your finger! Nurse Cavallo, on the other, was happily married for the past 10 years, with a nice big rock on her left hand. Falling silent for a moment as I looked at his work up, I looked progressively more confused. Thank you, Camilla... Standing up, I didn't pull my eyes off the sheet before me. Can you... uh... I paused, still reading the file in complete. Finally looking up, I grinned, Can you prep him, since you're so fond of his dashing good looks, please? Nurse Cavallo looked at me with a smile. Snatching back the chart with playful attitude, she shrugged. Alright, alright. I'll scope him out for you. I rolled my eyes at her. But don't take too long now, or ya lose him to me! She was completely joking. As much as she annoyed the shit of me, I adored that outrageous woman. The facility was set up in two major distinctions the medical center, and the residency. The medical center was equipped enough to be considered a small hospital, even having more supplies than most clinics and emergency rooms. The residency was the area of the facility that contained the dormitories. These weren't your usually dorms. People who were admitted to my establishment were either extremely wealthy, or from very rich families. Customers and patients who invested in this facility paid for the best. Catered food and dorms that looks like small condos fully loaded with a living room, a bedroom, bathroom, and a small kitchen. They were extravagantly designed something you would see downtown New York at a precious price tag. All patients admitted were first placed in a medical room to be examined first off. Routine blood tests as well as extensive drug tests to find out the extent of their issues and addiction. All patients go through a 2-3 day evaluation, depending on their psychological state. Most of the time, I didn't see the patient until their second day, when the test results were in. This time, I was making an exception. Something about this case threw me the hometown. Ipswich, a town I was all too familiar with. Not to mention the medical history on the file was near impeccable. And based on Camilla, he didn't look addicted. I had to see for myself. Turning the corner, I heard Camilla running her big Italian mouth and babbling off. Oh jeez... I softly chuckled to myself as her voiced echoed all the way down the hall. She was talking about something to do with decorations. Oh, Dr. Salem hates Halloween. She never lets us decorate the halls, or the rooms. Heh heh. She's a strange one. A beauty gal, though, don't get me wrong, now! What a brain on that one, I'll yell ya! So young, too- Interrupting her ramble by walking in, she jumped slightly and started to laugh. Ya scared me, dear Lord, comin' outta no where. She laughed again, but I wasn't laughing. I saw you laying there. My eyes narrowed slightly. Mr. Myers... I see you've met Nurse Cavallo. My voice was stern, almost monotone as I spoke to you. The lack of expression in my face or voice was strictly because I was absolutely smitten by you. And certainly not by your looks, but by your apparent health. She was right... you didn't look like a heroin addict. Camilla leaned forward as she wiped your forearm down with an alcohol wipe to clean the surface of your arm. Isn't she a babe? She gave an obnoxious wink and a fake whisper. I was still standing here, but that didn't seem to matter to her. She had already spent the last few minutes preparing and labeling vials, which would shortly be filled with your blood. By this point, you were already aware of our procedures and protocols. I rolled my eyes and smiled. For the record, I don't hate Halloween. I just don't want decorations. This is a medical establishment, not a party supply store. I gave a weak smirk as I pulled your hanging chart off the foot of the bed. Heroin. I announced, sounding very matter-of-the-fact, but also keep a sense of disbelief evident in my voice. Hard drug. Before anyone could get any other word in, Nurse Cavallo flew her tongue in once more. It brings up bad memories... She added, totally reverting the conversation back to Halloween. Good memories, actually. Shaking my head lightly, I tried to stay on track. So, why you'd admit yourself to this facility, aside from your apparent addiction. Sarcasm, but it was so strong and so good, it sounded genuine. As Nurse Cavallo prepared the needle, she dove in. When she was a young girl, just a child, she met this boy in the woods, at a tree- Blatantly interrupting her, I gave a playful soft laugh. Are you really going to bore this poor guy with this story? Stop your fussin'. She waved her hand as if to shoo ME away now. She was in love with this boy! Placing the clipboard down on the counter against the wall, I burst out laughing. I was NOT in love with him... I was like, 8 years old! Don't be ridiculous. Turning to the sink, my back to the both of you, I began to wash my hands, lightly shaking my head. My laugh slowed, almost turning into a soft regret. That's ridiculous... I tried to reassure myself as I muttered under my breath. It ain't ridiculous if ya still wearin' that friendship bracelet he made for ya over 15 years ago! Mm-hmmm! Guilty as charged. My cheeks began to burn and beat red. By this time, my laugh had completely ceased as I looked down at my wet hands. There on my wrist, was the truth. I was wearing that child-like, plastic beaded bracelet . She had ridiculed me, embarrassed me, and now, I had had enough. My head lifted forward, facing the cabinet away from you. My eyes sparked orange before turning black as night. Suddenly, Nurse Cavallo almost fell over from her stool. She immediately grabbed her head with one hand and used the other to balance herself on your arm. Woah- She she said with big eyes and a distinct, stupid expression on her face. I almost fell ovah right there. She looked concerned, standing up and letting go of your arm. Must be that hypoglycemia I've got. When my sugah gets too low, I gotta eat something. Must be the Italian in me! She joked nervously, turning to look at me. I had already turned around, eyes normal, as I looked at her with a fake expression of concern. Take your break now, hun, I can handle him. Slapping on a pair of latex gloves, I looked over at you and winked, trying to stay cheeky and playful despite my nurse falling suddenly ill. Go get yourself something to eat. There's brownies in the staff room. She nodded, clearly startled by the wave of uneasiness as she walked out of the room. She closed the door on her way out, leaving us alone in the room. That Nurse Cavallo... can't even get a word in.