Night in the Emergency Room (Morgan/Kirle)

[praiseofblood]

"Don't get yourself fucked up and you wouldn't have to cope with my horrible eating schedule," Kirle said, gently poking the male in the nose with his pen. "The procedure should be quick, but if you eat, then it's going to take us much longer, so listen for once in your life rookie. And put some clothes on." he said before getting ready to head out back on his rounds.

[clementine]

Morgan went cross-eyed looking at the pen and then sneezed. "Fine. No food." He replied with a wicked glint in his eye. As Kirle turned, he goosed the male and then sped away back to his own room before the male could retaliate.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle shook his head at the male's hasty retreat, before going about his rounds. He really would miss the mouthy little git when he left. It was almost a depressing thought; Morgan had grown on him.

[clementine]

If Morgan had known that, he would have made sure to pinch Kirle harder. Damn doctor. The rookie honestly didn't want to leave. However, would the doctor even miss him? Or would he just become one of the many patients having healed and left? The thought didn't make him happy and Morgan pouted in his room for the rest of the day.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle returned around dinner to monitor the male's machines and such, shaking his hair from his eyes. One of the nurses had--once again-- tried to assault him. He placed down his clipboard before pushing his hair from his eyes. The little crazy bastard made off with his hairtie just before Kirle fired his ass.

The doctor looked at Morgan before blinking at him. "What's that face for?" he asked the male. "Are you in pain?"

[clementine]

"No." Morgan grumped before noticing Kirle's hair. "What happened to you? Nurses?" He asked, suddenly feeling pissed off that someone had touched the doctor. Morgan tried to push away the strange possessiveness as he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a pink hair tie left over from his brother.

"Here." Morgan said, offering it to the doctor.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle blinked. "Yes, thanks. The crazy bastard jumped me and stole my hair tie." Kirle said, taking the pink thing from Morgan and fastening it in his hair. He looked at the male. "Came to check your machines." he said, picking up his clipboard.

[clementine]

"Yeah, so what else is new." Morgan huffed, flopping back to the bed. "So, you fuck any of those crazy nurses?" He asked, glancing at Kirle out of the corner of his eye. He wondered when the doctor got time to jack off.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle blinked, surprised at the question. "What? I don't see how that's any of your business." he said shaking his head. He hadn't but still, the nerve of the guy!

[clementine]

Morgan burst out laughing, turning to look at the ceiling. "I didn't take you for a prude Doc." He chuckled. "You should have seen your face."

[praiseofblood]

"Have you seen the twits roaming around here? Have some respect for my taste." Kirle said, shaking his head as he set about writing down the numbers from the machines.

[clementine]

Morgan chuckled again. "Okay, okay." He soothed. "Lemme guess. You like the tiny bearers will long dark hair and big brown eyes, yeah?" Morgan teased, watching Kirle intently.

[praiseofblood]

"Not really, no." Kirle said, looking sidelong at the cop. "I tend to like my bearers tall, hot, and mouthy. Gives me a reason to shut them up." he smirked.

[clementine]

Morgan flushed but he grinned despite. "I seriously doubt you have the goods to back that claim up." He chuckled. "You look a little small where it count.' Of course, that was a big lie, but Morgan just wanted to razz the male. They both knew Kirle was huge.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle looked over at the male with a raised eyebrow. "And you're a little short, " he smirked, "And I doubt you could handle it if I backed it up."