OOC: I want to apologize to Song, just lost a major part of my rp due to a power outage so will have to only post the first scene I had worked on earlier in the week.
RP:
The smell of antiseptic hangs in the air, tickling at Sam Marlowe’s nose as she sits on the guerney, her feet swinging slightly as she stares at the poster of the human body that is directly across from her. A soft hum escapes as she continues to read the body parts listed on the poster. Her attention is focused on it as the door is pushed open and a person in scrubs walks into the room.
“Hello dearie,” says the older woman who sits down in front of a computer and lets her fingers fly over the keys. “What are we here for?” she adds as she turns to look at Sam who smiles back.
Sam’s hand rises upwards and her index finger caresses an angry red welt on her cheek that has small black threads running along the length of it. “I am here to get this checked out and the stitches removed,” says Sam with the smallest hint of a grin.
The nurse nods slowly as she continues to type. Wheeling around on the stool, she reaches for a blood pressure cuff that is resting in the small wire basket of the machine that gently blinks. Moving towards Sam, she puts the cuff on her arm and reaches for the small clip and motions for Sam to hold her hand out. Lifting the hand off her lap, Sam watches as the nurse puts it on her index finger then presses the button to set the machine in motion. Sam watches patiently until the beeping stops and the numbers flash on the machine. The nurse takes notes then types them into the computer.
Sam once more turns her eyes to the poster to read the medical terms once more. The turning back again, the nurse smiles as she stands up. “The doctor will be in to see you quite soon,” she says as she pulls open the door of a cupboard and pulls out a stitch removing kit that she sets beside Sam before she leaves.
Suddenly from the side chair, a buzzing can be heard from the purse sitting there. Sam looks at the bag then jumps off the guerney and rushes to pull open the bag. Pulling her phone from the bag, she presses some buttons on the face of it and then looks at the home screen where the applet button for her email shows that she has one message from SCW. She presses the app button and opens the email to read that she has a match coming up on the special New Year’s edition of Climax Control.
She is intent on the message without noticing another person in scrubs who had entered the room where she was. A soft cough gets her attention making her bobble the phone with a small gasp trying her best not to let it fall to the floor.
“Hello Ms…” he says as he sits in front of the computer.
“Sam Marlowe,” the redhead replies as she crouches to put her phone back into her bag. Looking up at the doctor, she moves once more to the guerney and sits beside the kit. The doctor moves to stand in front of her and raises a finger to turn her head into the light and gives it a look. Taking the scissors from the kit, he lifts them towards Sam’s face as her eyes close.
“So Sam Marlowe, how did we get this little cut on your cheek?” he asks.
“I got it from a very jealous person that decided she wanted to make a name for herself by being a real b….ee with an itch,” says Sam as she winces as the first stitch is removed. “See I was at the Wrestling match where I was in a triple threat and she decided to give me a gift and when I fought back, she came at me with a broken ornament that cut my cheek.” The doctor tsks loudly as he continues to remove stitches with more small talk as he works. Once he is done, he moves to pick up a disinfectant and lightly dabs it on her cheek.
“Well Sam, my suggestion is no more extreme matches for you,” he offers as he pulls off the rubber gloves and tosses them out. “Now I hear that you will be wrestling for New Year’s so be careful and don’t let her hit you in the fact and reopen the wound.”
Sam stops as she is packing up her purse. “How did you know?” she wonders as she shoulders the bag.
The doctor smiles and nods towards the door and moves to guide Sam out. “Big wrestling fan and I have tickets. Good luck by the way…”
Sam smiles and turns to the doctor to shake his hand. “Thanks, gonna need it against Song, she is amazing. Thanks again Doctor.”
Sam moves down the hall after shaking his hand, once more humming along to some song playing through her head only to disappear around a corner.
