fortuity ☾m.c

chapter two; meetings

chapter two; meetings.

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michael tapped his long fingers on the desk top in his father office. he slightly banged his head to the music blaring through his headphones and his eyes were closed and his mind was focused on a made up scenario in his head. so focused, that he was oblivious to the fact that his father had walked in the office and slammed his hand down in front of michael's tapping one. he didn't respond, so david ripped the earplugs from his ears making michael jump back.

"what the hell, dad?" he cursed. his father rolled his eyes and forced michael to stand up. "we have a new patient who refuses to leave her room to get her breakfast so you, are going to go get it and give it to her." michael scuffed.

"sure dad, i'd love to give some gross, sick kid their lunch. highlight of my day. you know what? how about you go and do it yourself?" he crossed his arms over his chest and smirked up at his father who scowled.

"i have another patient to take care of, michael gordon. now, do what i told you now or this," he picked up michael's iPod, "goes into the trash, you hear?" michael glared at his father and shot up from his seat, the chair rolled back and slammed against the shelf full of awards and photos behind him, causing some to fall. he shoved past his father and walked towards the door, only to stop and hear his fathers voice. "room 417." he called out before michael left the room and slowly walked towards the cafe.

"fucking stupid hospitals." michael entered the cafe. "fucking stupid sick people." he grabbed a tray. "fucking lazy asses." he grabbed a plate of small pancakes and hash-browns, bacon, and a fruit bowl then orange juice. "fucking parents."

he exited the cafe holding the tray in one hand and searched for room 417. his stomach growled at the sight of the food in front of him and had to force himself not to stuff his face into it.

sighing in relief when he reached room 417, he slowly opened the door. he heard faint cries and aggravated groans coming from the bathroom. he quietly placed the tray on the side table and closed the door behind him. he trailed to where he heard the female cries and lightly knocked on the bathroom door. he heard scattering and a soft mumble. "one second." the small voice called out. michael slowly backed up until he reached a chair and rested his finger tips on it.

"i'm sorry about that," a small figure whispered out, limping and holding onto thing for support as she exited the bathroom. her red hair was pulled into a high, messy ponytail and her face looked worn out, yet michael was still trying to catch his breath by the look of her. she gave him a small side smile and he cleared his throat.

"i um, brought your breakfast." he nodded in the direction in which the food sat on the side table. she nodded. "i see that, thank you."

he watched as she weakly climbed onto the bed, her cheeks flushing from embarrassment. once she was on it, she brought the covers up to her chin.

he found her awkwardness the most attractive thing.

"i'm elizabeth cooper." she informed and michael nodded.

"michael clifford."

"clifford? are you related you doctor clifford?" he nodded. "i'm his son." she nodded awkwardly.

"well, thank you again for bringing me my food. you can leave if you would like. nothing very exciting is going to happen unless you would like to watch me eat or sleep, but i admit, that would be even more awkward than me." she smiled shyly. michael smiled and shook his head.

"it was nice to meet you, elizabeth." he smiled. she nodded towards him.

"you too, michael."

he smiled at her one last time before exiting the room and he couldn't help but think, well damn, I didn't expect that.