☤ fifty -two

[as_damaged]

[Cameron is out and about as she would be any other day. Life in the City marches on regardless of its Citizen's small troubles, curses and chaos becoming commonplace after a while. She not compelled to do anything ridiculous at the moment, so she's going about business as usual.

This means Cameron's fair game wherever you might bump into her-- on the way to or from the hospital, in City General itself, out for lunch or a cup of coffee-- so tell her whatever you want to tell her. She's a good listener.]



[ooc; open action is open! i would love to have her meet some new people too so don't be afraid to toss someone at her even if they've never spoken before. :3]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy gestures between them.]

It don't sound like you gotta consult with anyone, otherwise I think we got this thing called patient-doctor confidentiality.

[as_damaged]

Doctors do write things down, you know.

[orangetoughguy]

Let me see your hands.

[He demands in a friendly manner, as if daring her to have the courage to show him her palms, assuming they'll be empty and thus free of writing canvas and writing utensils.]

[as_damaged]

[Obligingly she lifts them, spreading her fingers]

[orangetoughguy]

[He reaches out to take her wrists by his fingertips, carefully but not delicately, then looks over her hands. Clean, in his opinion.]

Neat trick. So what do I owe you?

[Talking around the cigarette, acting as if Cameron has been the entertainer all this time. Neither does Freddy think much of the touching, as long as she's still smiling or laughing, maybe both. He lets go of her hands.]

[as_damaged]

[Today at least, she lets him get away with it.]

Nothing. Call it a late Christmas miracle.