Inhaling shakily, Durk presses an unsteady hand to the wall, squeezing his eyes shut when his palm slips around. Fuck. There's blood everywhere. It's all over him.
Fighting the urge to gag, he forces his eyes open and freezes when someone steps aro...
'take what you know and burn it, because you know nothing.'
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The air smells sweet, like a bakery or freshly made cinnamon rolls, it's a warm kind of smell, deep and rich.
The problem with that, Durk muses as he stares out of the open window, is that in his office, twenty-stories above the ground, he has never smelled anything like it before.
The heavy smog of the city doesn't even float up here and the food court is on the third floor, not that anything they served would ever smell even remotely this good; he works in a fuckin' hospital.
Sunlight starts to peak over the horizon and Durk glances tiredly at his watch before closing his eyes, sighing in relief.
Two minutes until the end of his shift, thank God. The last fifteen hours have been grueling and he has to blink hard to focus as he packs his work bag and locks up his office.
As the head of Neurology he would like to say that he works less hours than he did as a rotating surgeon, but that would be a fuckin' lie. Paperwork and paperwork and meetings with the board have him clocking in almost as many hours as he did when he was finishin' his residency.
Shuddering at the memories, he waves to the people that tell him to drive safe and blasts music on the way home so that he doesn't fall asleep behind the wheel.
"C'mon, c'mon, slow ass shit." he complains, the gate at the end of his driveway takes an eternity to open when all he wants to do is go to sleeeeeep.
"Funky ass gate." he mutters, cursing under his breath the entire three minutes it takes him to pull into the long driveway; then he cuts off his car with a relieved sigh and rests his head on the steering wheel for a second.
Just one second.
Tap. Tap.
Durk tries to ignore the knocking and groans when somebody attempts to open his door. "Leave me the hell alone."
"Wake yo ass up, G. Misharron said you've been out here for an hour."
Turning his head to the side, Durk squints out at his brother. "Fire her. I've only been out here for a second."
"Unlock the door." Taurus grunts, pulling at the handle again. He's always been such a serious kid.
Thankfully, he's been quicker to smile after their mom passed(like that particular weight has been lifted), but some things never go away, like that intense frown he's sporting, or the worried-irritated furrow of his eyebrows. "Quit playin', you keep falling asleep in yo car one day somebody just gon' rob yo ass."
Slipping out, Durk leaves his go bag in the passenger seat and wrestles his brother into a headlock. "Calm down, I'm yo older brother in case you forgot." he laughs when Taurus pushes him away, shaking out his dreads with a disgruntled look on his face. "And I got Patricia in the glovebox if anything pops off."
