For a moment, neither of them spoke and Leda began to grow uncomfortable underneath his un-blinking stare. His tanned hands were clasped on the sky-blue table and he was smiling amiably at her like he hadn't just interrupted her pitiful dinner. The old man, however, was sitting with a lot more dignity. The action dislodged a coil of hair from the large bun atop her head and it settled across her forehead. She sighed, leaning back on her creaky plastic chair to fold her arms across her chest. "May I sit?" he asked, already dipping into the seat before Leda could protest. Instead of answering, the old man gestured to the plastic chair on the other side of the table. All she wanted was a (third) shower, a David Attenborough documentary, and one of those crappy ready-meals she told her patients not to eat.
#12 VILE VORTICES MAP HOW TO#
But somewhere between being thrown up on (twice!) by a guy who could aim his vomit accurately enough to get it under her top each time and finding out the cafeteria had run out of her favourite pasta when she finally went on her lunch break three hours late, she had forgotten how to be nice to anyone. Especially to someone who looked old enough to be her grandfather.
Leda knew that she could probably be a little nicer. Stopping her from eating stale biscuits and feeling sorry for herself. Or if they did, they didn't think it was weird that an old man approached a lone junior surgeon instead of talking to her on the Ward like a normal person. They hadn't noticed the man enter, it seemed. She looked around, noting some F1s clustered on a table a little way away. "Who's asking?" she, (un)ironically, asked. Oh boy, Leda thought, downing the lukewarm water in her cup as he watched her expectantly, here we go. The man's white hair created a halo around his lined face and only partly managed to shade the crazy out of his intense blue eyes. It wasn't exactly the height of fashion, that was for sure. He was wearing a beige, oversized blazer and white linen trousers that were crinkled by the knees. Leda eyed him warily and reached out for her neglected cup of water. Leda, who was eleven hours into a thirteen-hour shift and had previously been mechanically shoving rich tea biscuits into her already dry mouth, looked up at a snowy haired man who was standing next to her table in the hospital cafeteria. Sciency jargon I don't fully understandįavourite Fanfictions Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 79569 Chapters: 17/? Comments: 330 Kudos: 757 Bookmarks: 182 Hits: 20511Īpril 4th, 2019, St.
Glorfindel (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s).The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types.