> Derek shouting in her ear was not making Ria's day. She glanced over
> at
> Philip who was sitting on the floor, but now conscious drinking a
> cold glass
> of water a nurse had given him. "Philip's fine, Derek." The priest
> looked
> at her with sympathy, but there was a haunted look to his hazel eyes.
> "I know, Derek. I wasn't thinking. Next time I'll ask alright?" Ria
> was
> trying quietly to appease the elder Dutchman, but she could tell the
> usually tolerant man was passing his breaking point. She sighed and
> hung up the phone. Derek wanted her back now, and she was to bring
> Philip with her. They needed to talk. Ria cringed. That was not a good
> sign and if Sloan called, Derek would probably tell him her request
> and she would be sunk. "Can this day get any worse," she thought.
"Don't ask such a thing," Philip groaned. He couldn't recall having a worse
day in a long time, but he certainly did not want to tempt fate and make
things worse.
Another nurse returned to the room and gave Philip an appraising glance.
"Perhaps we should admit you, just to make sure you're all right."
"No, no, that's not...," Philip stood up his legs a bit wobbly. The young
priest had to grab hold of the bed rails to steady himself. "...neccisary,"
he finished weakly.
"Sure it isn't," the nurse said with a note of sarcasism clear in her voice.
"Honey, can you talk some sense into your boyfriend, please," she asked
looking at Ria. (OOC: If I'm recalling correctly he isn't wearing his
collar.:-)
Philip and the pushy nurse
