why-lee

[why-lee]

Wylie grinned and pushed his glasses up on his nose, "Thanks, Isaiah... that's really nice of you." He sipped his coffee and put his seatbelt in, relaxing for once that day as the other male started to drive them out of the hospital parking lot. Wylie heaved a sigh of relief. He was so glad to be leaving. "I don't get that either. I mean, we're not dumb. We know they didn't fall on a fucking light bulb." He shook his head then scoffed at Isaiah. "Yeah, you did send that guy up to me... fucking asshole. The thing splintered and we had to surgically remove it."  

Wylie?

Isaiah smiled as Wylie laughed and took the coffee, he new his friend could use it. He started the car up and began to drive them back, grinning as he listened to Wylie talk. “I like your glasses” he said randomly. Isaiah often had a habit of pointing out things he approved of for no reason. “Yes it was rough, I don’t know why I do it really, I think I must be crazy, the ER is always mental, especially at night!” he sighed shaking his head. He smiled at Wylie when his friend pat his shoulder. “You’re so right about that!? I can’t even TELL you how many patients I have had come in with all manner of things lodged in their rectum and what I don’t get is why ALL of them claimed they ‘fell’ on what ever it is that is in their ass” he chuckled shaking his head “Some people need to get laid more, right?!” he grinned. “I think I sent someone up to you today who had a pencil stuck in his penis” he chuckled.   

#isaiah

[why-lee]

What? I... yeah. I'd love to.  

@Wylie Henson

I can’t believe I am doing this right now. I’m so nervous! This never happens to me. I’ve been thinking about this ever since we went and got coffee earlier.. I saw that guy at Starbucks flirting with you. It pissed me off. I don’t like that..I feel like you’re my property all ready so why not?

Will you be mine?

#lucas #so cuteee

[why-lee]

Why?  

Someone should entertain me.

Stop it.

#lucas

[why-lee]

Um... we should go out to the beach at nighttime -- it's a perfect time right now! But only on a private beach. I know someone. You down?

@Wylie

Okay….but what should we do?

#isaac

[why-lee]

Wylie scrunched up his face, his awkwardness affording him the disadvantage of sometimes not being able to pick up on sarcasm. "No. I don't believe that's true..." He bounced Oliver a bit, "Humans just don't bounce." He shrugged his shoulder, oblivious to the joke. Wylie grinned at Oli, "Well, good, I like him too. He's really, really cute."  

Katy Perry, Lady Gaga and Lily Allen...

#noah

[why-lee]

Wylie smiled and nodded, "That's a good way to get a young girl to pick Paris... art, in all of its forms, is a huge, huge influence on so many things." He had no reason to disbelieve her or to question her story -- besides, he thought it was charming and imagined a younger Ariadne flying to France with a beautiful image in her head. "I hope you were nothing short of satisfied."  

Anyone want to entertain me?

Ariadne smiled, nodding. “And the music. Honestly, I picked Paris because Aunt Miranda had a scratchy old record of French music and was always telling me of the City of Light… well. I was seventeen and far too impressionable.”

The story of why she went there wasn’t quite a deep dark secret, but Ariadne felt like it was a little too intimate for a light conversation like this.

"Either way, I commend you."

#triednotto

[why-lee]

Wylie scooted a little closer, still curious about the book. He laughed softly when she revealed the text, "Ah, sounds... incredibly interesting?" He wasn't sure if it was or if it wasn't... or if what Margaret had said was truthful or stained with sarcasm. "I don't know if I've read that one, though I'm always ready to learn more... so, if you recommend it, I could pick it up?"

I just finished another one of those thirty hour shifts.

#theblindangel

[why-lee]

Wylie read over the chart in his hand as he walked down the hallway.  It was particularly busy and he had been sent to the pit, somewhere he wasn't very fond of but he knew it came with the territory.

The chart read something about a male, twenties or thirties, with multiple injuries who had come in unconscious. Wylie furrowed his brow at it and hoped it wasn't going to be one of those cases where he had to scramble to find the next of kin only to tell said person(s) their loved one was out of it -- indefinitely.

He turned the handle and bumped the door open with his hip only to be, surprisingly, accosted the moment he entered the room. He looked at the man on the bed and back at the chart then approached his patient calmly and carefully.

"Okay, I'll discharge you but let me take a look at you first." Wylie answered softly as he shined his pen-light into the man's eyes, clicking his pen to write a few things down. "I just want to make sure you're not in any immediate danger, Mr...?"

||Why-Lee||

A broken arm and a shot in the leg were things Eames dealt with on a monthly basis. Even on his own, he was able to take care of himself. He had been trained to take care of himself, because hospitals were not an option.

When he opened his eyes and saw the bright white and inhaled the familiar too-clean scent of one, he briefly wondered how he’d gotten there.

And why he’d been knocked out.

Just as his vision seemed to come together, he heard the sound of a door opening and merely assumed it was his doctor before he even looked. “I want to be discharged immediately.” 

#itsjustbloodydifficult

[why-lee]

Wylie slept hard, snoring a little bit and, embarrassingly, drooling while he had insane dreams. All of which he forgot the moment he woke up. He didn't know how much time had passed -- it could have been mere minutes or hours, but he felt refreshed. He saw Margaret still sitting there, reading as she had been before, so he hoped he hadn't been out for too long. He sat up and watched her silently for a moment, curious about the book she was reading. "What is that?" He asked softly after a moment.  

I just finished another one of those thirty hour shifts.

#theblindangel

[why-lee]

Wylie beamed, he was glad to hear something like that from someone who knew the language far better than he did. He shrugged his shoulders at her question though, thinking for the right things to say.

"Well, I took it in high school and... I've been to France, but never lived there." He paused for a moment. "I think I just wanted to learn it because I find it so beautiful. Besides, I love French films."  

Anyone want to entertain me?

Ariadne gave him a genuine smile. “French is a really, really difficult language to master, and you’ve got it near down.” She knew how hard it was to learn another language first hand, and nothing was worse than discouragement, even if you’d been speaking it for years.

"Why did you decide to learn it, can I ask? Just wanted another language or did you live there for awhile?"

#triednotto

[why-lee]

Wylie smiled when Noah came back with an adorable, grinning baby. He nodded and held out his hands for the child. "Sure! If you trust me to hold him?" The grin on Wylie's face was so broad it was starting to hurt his cheeks yet he couldn't stop.  

Katy Perry, Lady Gaga and Lily Allen...

#noah

[why-lee]

Yes, we should, let's do something. Right now.  

@Wylie

We need to hang out.

#isaac

[why-lee]

Okay, well, I may be cute but you... you're sexy.  

Someone should entertain me.

My opinion is the correct one. Nothing about me compares to those adorable dimples and your cute monkey ears, love.

#lucas

[why-lee]

Wylie laughed and shook his head as he graciously accepted the coffee and took a sip. He looked a mess, his scrubs wrinkled, his hair disheveled and he was wearing his glasses -- something he rarely did if he wasn't just getting off of work. "It was just a combination of things, I guess? I've had a rough night... and you, God, you. You're a brave man for working the ER, my friend." He pat Isaiah on the shoulder and shook his head. "You see all manner of crazy shit... but, hey, sometimes your crazy patients who come in with a light bulb stuck up their ass... well, they get sent up to me and we have to figure out how to remove that shit so... you know, it's a never ending cycle of what the fuck moments."  

Wylie?

Was that a ‘you shouldn’t have asked?’ sort of sigh? Cuz it really sounded like one…there was too much blood for me liking…can’t people just have heart attacks any more?! Why do I always get the patients who got into a fight with a wood chipper or something equally as ridiculous hrmm?! No problem, the bus smells funny and is full of infections. Don’t mention it, coffee is amazing. I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink it -he chuckled then raised at eyebrow at his friend as they walked into the parking lot together- What’s the matter?   

#isaiah

[why-lee]

Wylie's smile broadened upon hearing Ariadne switch to Russian -- a language he was not familiar with but appreciated all the same.

"Wow, that was truly beautiful!" He remarked, leaning toward her a little as if hoping to hear more. He was like a sponge, just soaking everything up from around him. "Me? Speak French? Ha... okay." He thought for a moment about what to say.

"Your company is very enjoyable and I am glad you're putting up with me." He managed, all in French, flushing slightly.

Anyone want to entertain me?

Ariadne was blushing outright, and shrugged a little, switching to Russian.

"I suppose not, but it does feel like cheating since you don’t know it." She leaned forward, eagerly switching back to English. "C’mon, let’s hear your French!"

She liked Wylie, he was easy to talk to and friendly. It was rare, in her ‘industry’. Someone not looking for information or a job. Just companionship. Rare enough indeed.

#triednotto

[why-lee]

Wylie smiled again, his eyes still closed. He sighed against the comfort of Margaret's hand maternally brushing his hair out of his face -- even though she wasn't even close to old enough to be a maternal figure, he still liked it. He nodded his head, "Okay. I'll get some rest. But you have to know you're the greatest..." He laughed softly. "Offering me a place to sleep in private... all these kind things you're doing." He yawned. "Thank... you..." He trailed off until he, eventually, fell asleep.

I just finished another one of those thirty hour shifts.

#theblindangel

[why-lee]

Wylie smiled back at Noah and followed the other male into the home of whomever they were there to pick Oliver up from. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited to meet the baby, though he was probably going to be awkward with it. He'd only ever interacted with infants in need of urgent care -- and that was still a rare case. "You're really not that short." He commented and shrugged his shoulders.  

Katy Perry, Lady Gaga and Lily Allen...

#Noah