Messages dans Contemporain

  You feel a slight ringing in your ears at the sound of his insanely deep voice. You’re not sure if it’s just you or the general funkiness you feel from being in a surgery center, but his statement sounds an awful lot like a demand. And the way he just said your name? Holy shit. Before you even get a chance to speak, he says, “Or would you prefer to go by ‘Miss Gallo’ or something else?” Your toes curl on impulse at the sound of him calling you… Lire la suite

  He reaches for a frameless pair of glasses and puts them on with a single hand while grabbing your folder with the other. The action is so effortless and yet so meticulous at the same time. You find yourself staring at his hands for a moment, noticing their incredible structure and size. His fingers have a certain elegance about them, like they can wield magic or something. Well, he is a surgeon, so you guess that’s technically true on some level. “Ramona Gallo,” he says as he looks at… Lire la suite

  You feel your eyes growing wide and your neck tilting as far back as it can go without snapping off, all in an effort to keep up with the sheer size of the imposing figure standing before you. “Dexter Frost?” you finally manage to ask, your voice incredibly hoarse. “The oncologist?” “Yes,” he admits with a nod. “I’m temporarily standing in as the assistant chief surgeon here at Greenwood.” “I see,” you say. You suppose he does look way too young to be a chief surgeon, anyway. Still, you… Lire la suite

  Vous retournez à votre siège en vous sentant incroyablement sombre. Dès que vous vous asseyez, une voix profonde et autoritaire se fait entendre qui vous fait sursauter sur votre chaise. « Ramon ? » Vous vous tournez sur le côté pour trouver le propriétaire d'une voix aussi exigeante, et vous êtes stupéfait par le silence lorsque vous voyez un homme couvert d'une blouse blanche immaculée marcher vers vous. Vous sentez vos yeux s'écarquiller en le voyant. Il est incroyablement beau, peut-être le plus bel homme… Lire la suite

  Your feet tap uncontrollably as you find yourself sitting in a waiting room at the surgery center—a gloomy health facility, yet again.   You find yourself fidgeting relentlessly, trying not to heave as you do your best to accurately fill out a patient form that’s too many pages long.   The fact that you’re in a place like this for the second time today only frazzles your nerves even more, making the simple task of even holding a pen ten times harder.   It had taken you thirty minutes… Lire la suite

  A minute later, Trixie comes back with this huge, giddy smile on her face.   “Oh my God, you little slut! I totally saw that,” she says to you as she sits down.   You raise your eyebrow. “What?”   “As if you don’t know,” she waves her hand in a dismissive fashion. “You and Jamie Wrighton ogling each other in the middle of the cafeteria, that’s what.”   “I was not. He was just apologizing for bumping into me,” you say nonchalantly.   Trixie can be extremely dramatic… Lire la suite

  You have about three hours until your appointment with Doctor Templin, and since Trixie doesn’t have class for another hour, you decide to get some breakfast before either one of you passes out from starvation.   She calls Bill and has him meet you over at the Overground, the largest eatery on west campus. Bill lets you know that he’s already there by the time you arrive, with seats saved for both of you.   He’s undeniably punctual for everything, even something as informal and trivial as getting food…. Lire la suite

  Nurse Jane pinpoints the area of concern, touching the same area again and parts adjacent to it to confirm that it is, in fact, the source of your ailment.   “It could be a number of things,” she says. “Have you eaten or drank anything out of the ordinary since it began?”   “No, not that I can think of,” you say, your voice a lot hoarser than you remember it being.   “Do you drink heavily?” she asks.   This is Wisconsin. And you work at a bar…. Lire la suite

  The walk over to the clinic takes about fifteen minutes, and it’s mostly comprised of you feeling really cold again and Trixie trying to make you feel better about what had just transpired at rehearsal.    It’s much brighter outside now, and the scenery is a stark difference from what it is during the spring and summer months. There are white mounds of piled up snow and barren trees everywhere.   Several people are crowded at the various bus stops in their heavy winter gear as vapor escapes their… Lire la suite

  Madame Vito finally makes her appearance, and the room quickly goes quiet. She doesn’t say a thing, but then again, she doesn’t need to.    Her stern presence and the clicking of her signature moccasins are all that’s necessary to make all the chatter fade away into dead silence. The room gets so quiet you could probably hear a snowflake land.   Vito’s graying locks are pulled back into a tight bun as usual, and she’s covered up in a dark cardigan and an equally dark, conservative pencil skirt… Lire la suite