Title: Lost in Translation
Character: Shaun Murphy
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Your hand absentmindedly reached up to rub the remaining sleep from your eyes as you readjusted your bag strap on your shoulders. Glancing down at your phone for the time before you pushed open the door to the hospital, bidding a short good morning to the guard by the enterence.
When you looked back up from your phone, you saw Shaun standing right in the center of the lobby. He was dressed in his usual blue scrubs and coat, he was looking right at you until your gazes met. He gave you a stiff wave and then kept his eyes on his folded hands.
“Dr. Murphy?” You said as you walked up to him, hands in your pockets. “You’re early today.”
“Yes, I am,” Shaun reaffirmed, clearing his throat as he looked back at you. “You weren’t here yesterday.”
You shook your head. “No, I wasn’t. But I’m fine now, no need to worry.”
“I did though,” He said over you. “I was worried something had happened because you weren’t sleeping. Did you rest like you promised?”
You smiled. “Yes, I did. I’m sorry for making you worry. It was just a bug is all, Claire told me she’d give me a stern talking to if I didn’t stay home till I felt better.”
“Why don’t you take care of yourself?” Shaun asked after a short pause.
It took you a second to get back from the minor shock of being asked such a blunt question. “I do take care of myself.” You said with a short laugh.
“But you just said Claire was the one who made you take off work even though you were sick. And she told me you had a very long history of doing this kind of thing.”
You remained silent, and Shaun took it as a sign to elaborate further.
“I understand that as a doctor your schedule isn’t always the same, but you should try to make sure you’re healthy and-”
“Uhm, I should probably-” You broke to point aimlessly in some direction. “-I should go get my scrubs on. I’ll see you later.”
Shaun couldn’t even think of a response before you all but sprinted away from him to your locker.
Shaun didn’t see you for the rest of the day, even on the busiest of days; he’d always manage to at least catch a glance of you. But it was like you weren’t even in the hospital again.
After his shift was over, Shaun was quick to change into street clothes; practically shoving his coat on as he quickly walked to the main enterence lobby.
He looked around, seeing the usual receptionist and guard that covered the night shifts, and a couple people hanging around the sitting area as they read magazines or talked to one another while drinking out of cheap, plastic coffee cups.
You usually left late, so he figured he’d wait around and catch you before you left. He didn’t fully understand what had made you so upset, but it felt like it was something he said.
Shaun looked down at his phone to look at the time, fifteen minutes had past and still nothing.
He continued to do the same thing, checking precisely every fifteen minutes for around two hours. Looking up everytime he heard footsteps; expecting to see you walking up to the doors or tying back your hair.
He took another look at the time, Shaun would have to leave now if he wanted to catch the bus home. He looked up one final time, glancing at the various enters into the lobby, but no one came by.
Shaun stood up, sliding his phone into his pocket as he started towards the exit. Maybe he could find you tomorrow.
Shaun stood in front of the mirror, ruffling around his hair as he looked down at his phone for the time. He was at least half an hour ahead of his normal schedule, wanting to get at the hospital so he was certain he’d catch you come into work.
But when he went into the hospital as usual, you were now the one standing in the middle of the room; waiting on him.
You weren’t dressed in your scrubs, but Shaun saw you rocking back and forth on your feet and you gave him a small smile when you two saw each other.
“Morning, Shuan,” You said when you walked up to him. “How was the bus ride here?”
“Normal, well not exactly, I was early so the usual people weren’t there.” Shaun explained.
You nodded. “I wanted to say sorry, for avoiding you yesterday.”
“I had planned on talking to you about it,” He looked down at you. “I was worried that you’d still be upset with me.”
“Oh no, I wasn’t upset with you. I think I was upset with myself because I knew you were right and I had to confront the issue; I wanted to ignore it for a little longer.”
“Well good,” Shaun said with a nod. “Are we still friends?”
“Course,” You affirmed with a laugh. “I would never be upset with someone for something so trivial. I know you had good intentions when you asked me about it.”
Shaun nodded again. “Good,” He repeated, not entirely sure how to carry on the conversation.
You inhaled, your shoulders rising slightly as you did so. “I should go get ready for work, I’m sure Claire’s trying to hunt me down as we speak.”
Shaun smiled. “I’ll see you around today then?”
You nodded. “Absolutely.”