Curtis let the quiet stretch on, keeping his eye on the door, the exits, a habit he'd probably never break.
When a nurse finally stepped out, frowning at a file in her hands, and called for a Mr. Grey, Curtis huffed out a breath, something almost akin to a laugh, and got to his feet.
"Come on," he said, hand on Grey's arm to help him up, "That's you."
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Date: 2014-09-18 05:27 am (UTC)When a nurse finally stepped out, frowning at a file in her hands, and called for a Mr. Grey, Curtis huffed out a breath, something almost akin to a laugh, and got to his feet.
"Come on," he said, hand on Grey's arm to help him up, "That's you."