fandomhighdorms | first floor rec room / makeshift clinic | saturday

Dr. Alex Karev was stressed. People just kept coming and getting sick and dying on him. He couldn't seem to save anyone. Medical school, internships and residencies hadn't prepared him for being a real doctor. It was just so hard. But he was determined. And he was ready to give medical aid and advice to those who needed it. He'd ~~handwritten~~ signs and stuck them around the dorms that said SICK PEOPLE THIS WAY and pointed them in his direction.

After that, it meant moving things out of the way and getting himself some cots and chairs and curtains. He hadn't ever been away from Seattle Grace before but a small clinic would give him more of an opportunity to expand and help more people.

Plus, it meant he was in charge too. Alex, you see, liked power. This was his clinic and he'd run it how he damn well pleased. He might not be all that prepared to be a full fledged doctor but the best way to learn was jump into the fire and get some practical experience.

He was a doctor, dammit.

[this is exactly what it looks like! makeshift clinic post for those that are in comas, preggo, have tropical diseases, or just wanna hang out in hospitals and talk to doctors who are always on breaks like people do on soaps! alex totes thinks he's a doctor and a damn good one. he has awful bedside manner so be prepared! first floor is open to everyone!]

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Really, there was nothing else Griff would rather hear.

Okay, nothing else that wasn't 'I want you, I love you, and let's fuck' but Griff wasn't holding his breath for any of that from Alex.

"Hey, mind the hair, I had it mussed just right till a minute ago."

"I thought you liked this," Alex said, reaching to give Griff a noogie and deciding that this wasn't homoerotic at all.

"I do," Griff sighed, then froze. "I-I mean, I don't mind it so much! I'm just trying to look presentable."

"For who?" he asked, giving Griff's hair a tug. "I'm the only one down here that matters."

Alex didn't even know how true that really was. "Yeah, well, I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. I think I'll just suffer through you touching me all the time." If only he would touch more.

"Because I have a doctor's hands and you love that about me," he joked, wondering if that would EVER be really true. He didn't think Griff could ever see him that way though.

Griff had to bite his lip to avoid saying something Alex would never in a million years want to hear from him. "Yeah, doctor's hands are pretty great, but they got nothing on a pianist."

"Whose pianist hands have you been looking at?" Alex wondered. "Gonna give me a complex."

"Hey, I don't want you to think you're not like, perfect as always," Griff told him. "Just, I probably shouldn't obsess over you." Um.

"You shouldn't obsess over anyone," Alex said, making a face. "But, if you're going to obsess, it's not like I'm a bad choice. You could do worse."

Griff had to be kidding there, right? Just teasing Alex to make his long shift go by faster.

Oh how he wished he was kidding. "You're easy to obsess over. You've got the full package, my friend. Some girl's gonna be real happy to land you."

"You really think a girl could handle me?" Alex asked, slinging an arm around Griff's neck. "I'm more of a lay 'em and leave 'em type guy."

The one he wanted was standing right next to him.

first floor rec room / makeshift clinic | saturday | december 5

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