what could it be? :open:

[Dr. James Ross]

The hour was going by quickly, it seemed. Checking the clock, James noticed he only had thirty five minutes left. Well, that certainly wasn't enough time to find out what his little sister could have. That is, if he wasn't over-reacting.

Her file was open in front of him, right next to his tray of food. Covering the table were three open books. Really, James didn't need to the file or the books, but he didn't want to miss anything. Angrily, he stabbed his food with his fork, stuffing it in his mouth. The fact that it had gone cold didn't help his foul mood. Ross flipped to the next page, wrinkling his brow in frustration. Nothing matched up. Nothing fit. It was extremely annoying.

Finally he closed the books and the file, letting out a soft groan. Taking his tray he stood up, dumping the trash, and grabbed a sandwhich. Maybe he could use the last twenty minutes to actually relax instead of trying to stress himself out too much. Perhaps clearing his mind instead of cluttering it would help.

As he ate he couldn't help but stare at the books, as if trying to read them through the cover. Muscle weakness, vivid dreams, delusions, that persistant coughing...should he count the trembling? That was probably from her caffeine intake, but he didn't want to rule anything out. If this was something Ross certainly didn't want it to get worse because he was jumping to conclusions.

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[Dr. Robert Chase]

Chase had had a pretty easy morning. Nothing but a simple Liver transplant. It had taken a few hours, but all in all it had gone very well. There were no complications, screw ups, and it was a pretty good bet that the patient was going to be just fine. That was if the body didn't reject the new organ, and if it did then it was wasn't his fault. Now he was on his way to get a much needed lunch.

He loved what he did, saving peoples lives, but there were times that he missed diagnosing the problem. Being a surgeon he helped a lot of people but he liked the mystery of trying to find out what was killing them in the first place. It was a harder job, defiantly, but it could be a lot funner then cutting people open. It really didn't matter. He had been fired months ago, and wasn't quite ready to give up his new job.

Walking through the lunch line he picked up what he wanted: a sandwich and salad. Then he started for an empty table to eat alone. He was stopped, though, by a strange sight. A very frustrated looking doctor sitting around a punch of books. Making the decision that he would rather have a little excitement, or at least not be alone, than sit by himself and relax for a while he moved and sat across from him. Setting his tray down he took a bit of the salad before he spoke. "Hey." He said with his Australian accent. "Having troubles with a patient?" Chase couldn't help but see the files that he used to see everyday.