《 Roman Hale 》<br/>Location: Abendblume Infirmary<br/>Present: Doctor Frasier<br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Roman had spent the day since breakfast in his room before the horse had come back and freaked everyone out, and then with his sister, afterward, trying to calm her far too sensitive ass down. Daddy's favorite; so over-protected that she couldn't handle the slightest ripple from the outside world. Sure, it had been a crazy stupid day with the big announcement, some lady going into labor, and Ray running off to find some upstart exiles. Roman was done with it; at least he thought he was until he was called to go down to the infirmary.<br/><br/>"Ah fuck. What the hell," he groaned to Amira even though she seemed to be lightly sleeping. He didn't want to go down to the infirmary. "Why the fuck did dad kick out that nurse woman?" He knew why, she'd caused a scene and made herself disposable. After all, there was Roman to fall back on, right? His face fell into an etched frown. With her there, Doctor Frasier had help, and he wouldn't need to 'expand his medical education' by working there.<br/><br/>"Later..." he waved back as he left the room. At least he was done with watchdog duty for his sister and at least his brother was back. Now maybe his dad would chill out a little. But still, he had to make an appearance at the infirmary and help out. His whole two years taking classes for sports medicine had saved him some grief from his father but hadn't really prepared him for much in the way of being a doctor. He could handle most sprains, strains, concussions, contusions, and stitches but when it came to heavier injuries, or birthing babies, or anything like that, it was a hard pass from him. He thanked god that chick was done with having her kid.<br/><br/>He didn't say anything to Dr. Frasier when he walked in. They both knew he didn't really care to be there. He'd gone into medicine to appease his father who wanted him to have a more 'respectable' profession. He wasn't dad's infallible first born and heir to the business throne and he wasn't daddy's baby girl, useless as all fuck. Nope. He was just the middle child and it didn't matter how fucking good he was at baseball, or that he'd made it into the minor leagues on his own skill and ambition. Nope. He needed a 'respectable' career and between law and medicine, he chose medicine and geared it towards his sports interest while having to cut the time he spent honing the skills for the craft he loved.<br/><br/>Nope. Not a word to Dr. Frasier. He just went and leaned against the wall, arms folded, waiting for whatever was so important for him to be there for.