I'm Lost... I think? [Elizabeth]

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Alex sighed and stretched as he walked towards the hospital, or what the man thought was the hospital. After getting himself stitched and bandaged up he decided to look for a doctor that could tell him whether his little injury was infected. The weather outside was absolutely beautiful and the angel appreciated it. Redemption had finally given him the white wings he always wanted back, he reflected on the cause of it and smiled. It was a rather magical thing that redemption was. His eyes seemed to be locked on what looked like a hospital, or at least a branch of it. His eyes closed as he tried to breathe in deeper than the shallow gasps he was only able to make after he ran only two blocks. His dark eyes reopened and he grinned, well he was healing, a few days ago hed been in excruciating pain that had him bed ridden for a day. But redemption seemed to give himself a zest for life he would never let go. He'd swear to whatever god there was above that hed be a good person from now on..

His hand reached for the door that lead inside the large structure which he called a hospital. Unfortunately he wasnt in the right branch of the hospital, in fact he was on the opposite end and downstairs. He had to go up a floor and across the entire building for him to be where he needed to be. But poor Alex had no sense of direction and just walked into the first door he came across without looking at the sign that said 'bio lab' on it. The dark skinned man was clad in rather informal attire, something he wasnt known for doing but still he was going to wear something comfortable if he was injured on his chest. The bandages he had on were rather tightly wound against the small set of stitches that stitched his lung together as well as his flesh. The man quirked a brow as he entered.. something about this place just didn't seem right. Mister Oblivious still couldn't see that this wasnt a doctors office. Maybe if he got whoever was in here to talk to him he'd know where he was.

crash

Oh lord, he broke something. He turned to see a culture of probably some kind of bacteria now on the floor with glass everywhere. The man was looking at it with his eyes bulging out of his head. Oh lord he was going to pay for that. His eyes suddenly flitted about.. microscopes... more cultures.. an incubator.. where the hell was he? His voice still as calm and composed as ever raised it to say an apology to whoever owned the lab. His brown eyes wandered about and he began to wander as well before going back to the spot he was at before he broke the culture. Being the polite man he was, he had picked up the shards of glass and thrown them out. Alex sighed, at least he hadn't cut his finger on the glass like he normally would have. The man was a klutz and everyone who knew him teased him for it. Alex multiple times had knocked himself out by being such a klutz. Oh jesus he prayed to god the doctor who was attending here was nice.. because he may regret getting lost and visiting the hospital for once.

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Elizabeth Black bent once again over the eyepiece of a well-familiar microscope, her dark hair falling curtain-like over her shoulders to frame her face as her faintly green eyes peered into the lens. Her hands delicately rested on the edges of the base of the scope she was studying, the fluorescent lighting of the lab giving a blue cast to her pretty, delicate face. She frowned lightly as she turned the fine-adjustment knob with the precision of someone who had been using one consistently for quite some time. A small sigh escaped her as she leaned away from the contraption, reaching over to a rack of vials. The doctor lifted one out and retrieved a sterile pipette to pull a few drops of violet liquid out of the thing, which she dropped into the thin sheet of glass on top of the smeared bacteria culture. Her next actions moved in quick succession after she glanced in the scope once more. There was an economy of motion and a fluidity to her movements despite her alacrity and precision, like a drag racer manipulating the clutch, brake, wheel and pedals all at the same time. Liz made the addition of her mordant, and then rapidly decolorized the purple stuff with a squirt-bottle of acetone close at hand. The counterstain was made just as rapidly with another vial of some acrid chemical, and then she'd peer down into the scope again, though she didn't quite need to-- the culture had turned a vile fuschia.

Her face fell into a defeated one as she stared further into the lens, watching the bacteriophages writhe oblivious to her gaze. The substance she was studying was cerebrospinal fluid, and the red color was the result of a gram stain-- a test which she would've preferred would've resulted in a purple color. The pink meant it was a much more unhappy diagnosis. "Meningitis." She breathed, eyes still trained on the lenses of her microscope. So engrossed was the doctor in her cultures that she didn't look up when the door swung open. Liz assumed it was her lab tech intern, Charlie, and so nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the crash of glass on the floor. The beautiful doctor pulled away from her object of study immediately, her face full of surprise and anger before she even laid eyes on the culprit.

And it was someone she didn't know. Already upset by the diagnosis she'd just uncovered, the additional aggravation of someone touching and breaking her precious viruses was quite infuriating, and she was quick to anger when as focused as this. "Wha--what the hell? Who are you?" She was obviously annoyed, but it was something of a flash of anger. She would calm down quickly, though, when she heard his apology. A sigh escaped the beautiful doctor, a hand coming to push the hair behind her ears. Liz rose as the angel bent to pick up what he'd broken, and stepped toward him, worry in her face. "Erm, shit, please don't-- it's dangerous, I can handle it...Why are you-- um. Can I help you?" She seemed to stumble over her words until the last sentence, which seemed a little bit helpless, not like her authoritative tone before at all.

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"Wha--what the hell? Who are you?"

Alex obviously turned around slightly embarrassed at what he had done, the broken glass was everywhere and someone may step on that stuff if they weren't careful.Alex sighed, great way to make a first impression on a hospital's doctor eh? The man was oblivious to how dangerous the virus was, in fact, so oblivious that he was going to pick up everything with his bare hands. Oh lord, this couldnt end well. That was when he heard a voice behind him and he turned to look at a rather pissed off woman doctor with a sheepish grin. "I..uh..erm. I', Alex" he replied to her questions. He was quite.. different when it came to being around women, especially one that was obviously angry. His sheepish grin disappeared though when he began to slowly inch out of the lab without any words, to discover people were looking at him.. Oh lord not these people to.. The poor celebrity was being watched by other lab rats here like he was god.. he immeadiately walked back into the lab and sighed. "No sense in going out there unless I want to get mobbed" he grumbled to himself.

Looking back to the doctor, he smiled as he felt her calm down. Maybe he should apologize more often if that's what it does to people. His mind immeadiately went to a cop friend of his that had nearly killed his ass on many occasions, for him to come back and beat her to a bloody pulp when he went out of his mind being around the sins in the black angel race. The man growled at the memory and sighed. No use in dwelling on the past ne? The doctor was a beautiful one to say the least, and the fact of the matter was, Alex did not think with the little head he toted between his legs. So that was something coming from him, and he was rather happy to say it. For some reason Alex liked green eyes and that was the first thing he noticed about her, is that she had green eyes. Well maybe it was because his favorite color was green, but lets not go with some trivial answer like that eh? Although he really didnt know any other more, deeper answer to why he liked green eyes in a woman. He laughed inwardly at himself and heard her speak again

"Erm, shit, please don't-- it's dangerous, I can handle it...Why are you-- um. Can I help you?"

He laughed at the way she stumbled over her words, it was kinda cute if you asked the man. But now wasnt the time to be thinking of those things, no it was more or less time for him to be thinking of that gunshot wound in his chest. Which never did leave his mind as his breathing didn't sound normal whatsoever. He looked up to the doctor and replied, "I, I.. Think I just may have gotten a little lost. Its okay." He noted the fact that she didnt want him to touch the glass and listened to her, because god only knows what was in that culture. For all he knew it could be something like... like... okay what was the worst kind of sickness Alex knew of? Oh, Ebola. He remembered the outbreak that had taken place at his village back when he was a kid and his fifth sister was just being born. Hours later the small infant died because of how young she was and how potent the virus was. He sighed and nodded, acknowledging what the doctor wanted him to.

"I'm just looking for a doctor. But I think I may be in the wrong place"

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Elizabeth found the behavior of this suddent intruder into her lab very, very strange. His embarrassment at his clumsiness wasn't the odd thing, but who didn't know better than to grab glass shards covered in some unidentified thriving virus with their bare hands? A man with an instinct to clean didn't phase her nearly as much as the lack of sense inherent in his handling of the stuff. And then, the senseless man turned, and flashed her an unarguably adorable little grin, like a little kid would have. He stumbled under her unwavering glare until he spat out his name, which was apparently Alex, and then backed slowly away to the door.

Liz watched all of his actions with the intensity of an eagle guarding her nest, analyzing his every movement, curious. As he reached the door and stepped outside, though, Dr. Black began to relax-- only to find that the angel had turned right back around and marched back into the lab, sighing and muttering something she couldn't hear. Her thin eyebrows pulled down into a thoughtful frown. What the hell was he doing? Had he decided he had some reason for being here after all?

Her mood was indeed bettering as time passed. When he turned to come back into the room, Elizabeth had already animated the good ol' broom and dustpan leaning against the wall in the corner of the room and set them to work cleaning up any other remnants of the crash, rather like an odd scene from Fantasia or something. She didn't pay much attention to the bizarre sight, instead analyzing this attractive dark-skinned angel that was now smiling at her like Christmas morning and laughing at her stuttering sort of reaction to his retrieving the glass shards.

"Lost? Where are you trying to get to?" She cocked her head, her jade-green eyes scanning him like the light inside a copy machine. He was well dressed, despite his casual attire-- Liz didn't wear terribly expensive clothing, but she knew quality stuff when she was it. He didn't have a terribly cocky way of carrying himself-- not terribly proud, then. But then, he was an angel (Elizabeth refrained from acknowledging the dreamy romance-novel type thoughts that the word aroused in her hindbrain), and angels were always good people. Not proud, not evil, quite trustworthy and brave and, well...stellar. Not that she'd known many in her lifetime, but they were rare jewels to stumble upon and she recognized the oddity of having someone like him in her lab so spontaneously.

For her part, she was looking her usual professional self, immaculately clean and comfortable in a spotless, starched white medical coat. Her brown hair hung somewhat down past her shoulders and was currently pushed behind her ears, a neutral sort of hairstyle as such things went. She wore a cute, v-neck tunic-style grey top, a carved jade flower pendant hanging low on her neck to match her eyes. Well-fitted black trousers and cute but professional little heels completed her understated ensemble, her minimalistic wristwatch gleaming dully from her petite wrists.

But her attention was, of course, on this person she was meeting and not on herself. She noted quickly the trouble he seemed to be having with his breathing, the quiet intakes of breath shallow and short. The doctor assumed it was some sort of respiratory infection this man was here to see the doctor he mentioned for, but then again, depending on what he'd broken he may have inhaled something. "Oh, I'm sorry...rude of me...my name is Dr. Elizabeth Black." She paused a little, still rather rudely peering at him and his affected breathing pattern. "Are you okay? Were you breathing like that before you came in?"

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"Lost? Where are you trying to get to?"

He laughed, oh lord this was going to be interesting and quite ironic if he didn't say so himself. Alex looked at the woman with an amused look, "Haha, Ironically Enough I'm looking for a doctor.. You seem like one.. I think.." Alex replied to her question. It was obvious he didn't know whether or not she was the doctor he was looking for, but either way he thought she'd be able to help him. His dark eyes took in the sight of the woman, seeing as she was watching him like a hawk. "Sorry for intruding, but.. There are some media officials outside trying to hunt me down.." He grinned sheepishly. "Unlike what most think, the media is not a celebrity's friend." The man just revealed his identity to the woman and he sighed. He wouldn't mind if she wanted his autograph, but the media hunting him down is something he didn't like at all. The man sighed and peeked out the door, a small window in the lab door graced him that privileged and he turned back into the lab. "Erifs little lackies... god I hate the media. I cant even go get my stitches checked without being stalked."

"Oh, I'm sorry...rude of me...my name is Dr. Elizabeth Black."

He turned back to her, his foulish mood gone once more, and he walked over and extended a hand to her to shake it. "Its a Pleasure to meet you Doctor Black." His smile was always a sweet warm smile, that kind of smile that made some women melt on the inside. His eyes were locked on hers for a minute before he looked away, she was a really pretty woman. She was immaculately clean, which was to be expected from someone who worked in a lab, but she was stunning in his eyes.. Jesus.. he shouldn't be focusing on that though should he? He looked at the pendant around her neck, looked back up and grinned at her. "You're really beautiful you know that right?" Okay there he said it. He had to unless he wanted to sit there and think that the entire time he was here. Alex had a tendency of saying what he thought and not thinking of the other persons reaction. He hoped she wouldn't smack him in the face for what he said. That has happened before to the poor man who just states what he finds to be the truth..

"Are you okay? Were you breathing like that before you came in?"

He laughed at the sudden worry, "Dont worry about me Doctor Black. Ive been breathing like this because I got into trouble with a few people. I guess thats why you shouldn't make enemies with people who have guns eh?" He laughed slightly and smiled. "I just gotta get my stitches checked to make sure that nothing is infected. Though i doubt it because I don't feel any pain where the stitches are." He mumbled. But it was doctors orders and therefore he had to get the wound checked. Alex grinned and sighed, it was a beautiful day out which meant the night was also going to be a beautiful one. It reminded him of his home. That made him grin a bit before looking back to the doctor. "Unless you can check the stitches, I'll have to go out there and try racing the media to the next doctors office."

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Elizabeth didn't resist a little laugh when Alex couldn't seem to figure out whether she was a doctor or not. She was wearing a white coat in a lab...with her name embroidered on it. Personally, she didn't think there was much question as to which letters fell behind her name, but she could tell this angel was not particularly observant. He'd gotten lost and ended up here, after all. And then he admitted to his celebrity, and her searching looks stopped abruptly, exchanged with surprise. Liz was the sort of person who could appreciate pop music and could even sing along to some of the hits at the club. She did not, however, watch music videos or keep up with tabloids, so identifying pop stars was a longshot for the doctor. And here, even with one standing in her lab before her, she couldn't match the man to his music. "A celebrity?" She seemed to blink and stare at him again, watching rather incredulously as he peeked out of the door once more. "Uhm, wow. Are you someone I should know?" Elizabeth Black laughed nervously. It was one thing to interact with average-joe patients, and another to interact with angelic superstars who'd wandered into her lab.

And so after a hurried, blushing introduction, he moved to shake her hand. Her handshake was firm without being masculine, a tenacious feminine thing that, despite her tendency toward shyness and awkward moments, showed she possessed a fiery spirit. But when Alex smiled that easy, warm smile at her she felt herself indeed melting somewhat internally, a sort of bemused drunken smile sprawling across her face as she mooned at him for the space that their hands met and their eyes locked. Good God, what was this? She didn't need any more of this soul-churning heart-breaking love stuff in her life anymore. She had just finished mourning her dead husband, though admittedly she hadn't yet been able to remove his beautiful ring from her finger. Elizabeth wasn't sure if she ever would feel able to-- she was not particularly scarred externally, but internally there was one very large piece of herself missing that only the loss of a loved one could inflict. She was tender, bruised and frail at the moment; a very terrible time to be getting herself involved with anyone but a lab full of viruses.

Which meant, of course, that by the time Alex decided to inform her of her beauty Liz was quite defeated. She'd never taken compliments well, and flirtatious ones like this just confused and assailed her senses. She reacted like a dog would react to the sight of a rolled-up newspaper, sheepish and blushing and unsure of how to respond except to shrink away slightly. That he meant no harm was obvious, and yet it was not quite in her at that moment to flirt. And so, that old awkwardness reared it's ugly head, and she stumbled over muttered half-responses before deciding it was best to turn her attention back to his medical condition, a safe topic for the doctor. Besides, he was a celebrity and an angel. Surely he complimented every pretty girl on her looks, he was probably just sort of sweet and innocent and amiable like that.

He began then to ramble slightly about people with guns, and she gave him a curiously stern little look of calculation. What he was talking about immediately smacked to her of drugs and gangs and such, but that was probably a bit of the leftovers of growing up in Russia, where everyone was as ghastly pale as she and the only news they had of America was to do with nuclear weapons, Mickey Mouse and inner-city violence. Perhaps mildly racist, but not intentionally so, and she certainly didn't vocalize the reaction, only her scepticism. "You're not in trouble with the cops, are you?" She eyed him for a mere moment, and then shrugged as he described the lack of pain at his wounds. "I can check them, if you'd like. It sounds like they're doing well, though, if the pain is significantly reduced." Her tendency to speak in medical-babble was apparent at the end of her last sentence, the use of technical terms and such consistent while she was in 'doctor mode' and hardly ever otherwise heard.