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Art & Science Part 2

It was your third day of vacation and you’ve already spent the first two sleeping. You grabbed the plate of tomato and onion omelette you just made and went out to your apartment’s balcony overlooking the Charles.

You could go shopping but you really don’t need anything at the moment. You could also visit some professors back in Med school but you see them already at the hospital from time to time. Your brother who is stationed in San Diego will be visiting next week so until then your schedule is free. As you eat your breakfast, you start going through the limited number of friends you have currently in Boston.

“Med school killed my social life,” you muttered as you scooped the last bite of omelette.

Your phone started ringing just at that moment which brought a frown to your face. It was your boss’ number which doesn’t bode well on your vacation.

“Dr. Vandel, what can I do for you during my vacation?” you said stressing the last word a bit more than you should have.

“I know it’s your vacation and that’s why I’m calling you.”

Apparently, your boss was to be a consultant for an upcoming movie set at the hospital. He’s supposed to show up at the script reading next week but the meeting has been moved to this afternoon and he was still at a conference in New York.

“But, why me?” you asked. You didn’t have anything else to do anyway so you’ve already made up your mind about accepting the role.

“You know the ER like the back of your hand. And, your specialty deals with all kinds of procedures. You’re also very level headed. This means a lot for the hospital, Y/N. I have full confidence in you.”

“Of course Dr. Vandel. I’ll do my best.”

He gave you instructions on the location and time of script reading before ending the call.

The call time was still at one in the afternoon to be held at one of the Boston Harbor Hotel’s function rooms. Since you had some time to spare, you decided to check if the aquarium had new attractions.

You put on a dark blue, short-sleeved, knee-length dress with black peter pan collar partnered with nude low heels. You also grabbed a white knit cardigan before heading down to your car and driving towards the aquarium.

You walked around the different attractions of the aquarium taking the occasional picture of animals you found cute including the Dory look-alike in the Indo-Pacific coral reef exhibit. You finally settled in for the 45 minute Turtle Odyssey shot film being shown at the IMAX theater.

With an hour to spare you grabbed a sandwich and a salad at the cafe and settled at one of the coveted window seats. Your thoughts wandered to the upcoming movie to be set at your hospital.

‘I wonder who the actors will be. Would it be too much to hope for Josh Hartnett? Channing Tatum?’ you mulled over the possible plot and actors or actresses who might play the lead in your make-believe.

‘Well, whoever they might be, I hope they’re nice.’

You decided to leave your car in the parking lot and just walk to the hotel. You asked the front desk where the function room was and someone verified your name against the list before leading you to a room already buzzing with activity.

One of the scriptwriters welcomed you into the room and led you to your seat.

“Thank you so much for doing this so suddenly. We had to move forward the read-through since the lead had some problems with his schedule.”

“No problem at all,” you say while taking a seat and receiving a copy of the script.

“Would you mind telling me who plays the lead?” you asked.

“Well, the lead is played by - oh, there he is, Chris Evans.”

You turned around in shock and see the guy who you just saw half-naked two days ago shaking hands with the director and other actors. You bowed your head and tried to make yourself as inconspicuous as possible.

The scriptwriter failed to notice your attempt at hiding. He called Chris over.

“Hey there Chris! How you doing bud?” they hugged each other and turned towards you.

You saw Chris’ eyes widen for a fraction of a second before a big smile displayed on his lips, his head tilted to the side as if wondering what you were doing there.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat and smiled in return.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you blurted out of the blue.

“You guys already know each other?” the scriptwriter asked confusedly.

“Yeah, we do.” Chris nodded his head in an exaggerated manner. “Oh, the director might have some questions for you. You might want to check that one out.”

Chris grabbed a chair turned it away from him and straddled it facing you.

“Nice meeting you again. Doc? Y/N?”

“I prefer being called by my name outside of the hospital.”

“Y/N, then. So, how did you end up here? You an actress or a medical stunt double or something?”

“There’s a medical stunt double? Wow, I should do that if I ever quit being a doctor. My boss is the one who’s supposed to be doing this. However, this thing got moved ahead of schedule so he’s still in New York. He called me to cover for him.”

“ ’This’ got pushed ahead because of this,” he pointed towards his injury. “Since I couldn’t do anything too taxing - doctor’s orders, it’s all meetings and boring stuff for now. I only got a few more scenes for Avengers and I’m all done.”

“How’s your wound? Any bleeding? Pain?” you asked, immediately going into doctor mode.

“Nah. I’m fine. Nothing I can’t handle. Aren’t you supposed to be in the hospital? Are you off duty?”

“Yup, for an entire month. It’s my vacation,” you said smiling proudly.

“But, I’m supposed to come back next week to get my stitches removed? Who will do it for me now?” he said sulkily.

“Anyone can remove stitches, Chris. Just show up there.” You laughed at his childlike attitude.

“But I’m already comfortable with you seeing me naked.”

“Oh, for goodness sake! Tone it down. People might misinterpret that,” you hissed. Your hand immediately went up instinctively covering his mouth just in case he says something else.

Chris placed both his hands up beside his head and you slowly removed your hand.

“Okay. But, I’m just saying you have to remove the stitches.”

“Fine!”

Chris smiled, happy to get his way.

“Okay, everyone. Back to your seats please.”

Chris gave your shoulder a pat before going to his assigned seat near the director.

“Everyone, before we start, please introduce yourself briefly and the role you are to play. Let’s start with our director.”

The introductions were very brief and the entire crew proceeded right away to reading the script. They told you to make marks in the scenes that aren’t medically accurate. From what you understood in the script, this is going to be about an ER doctor who was getting stalked by the mother of a patient who died. It was a very emotional and technical film. Too bad the script was far from accurate. You make some corrections to the medical aspect of the script, crossing some lines out and offering some suggestions on the margins. It was a slow process and before you know it, it was already night time.

“Thank you everyone for your patience. Dinner will be served momentarily. Please stay in your seats.”

As you eat your dinner, you talk to the scriptwriter about the modifications you would like to make. You keep yawning and looking at your watch prompting him to ask, “If you have another appointment, I can just take the script and then call you if I have any questions. Sorry, we ran late. It usually happens.”

“I kind of parked at the aquarium and walked here. It’s getting a bit late too. Please give everyone my thanks. I’ll go ahead.” You grabbed all your things from the table and make a quick exit.

As you walked across the expansive lobby, you hear someone yelling your name.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wait for me.”

You stopped in your tracks, looked back, and saw Chris jogging lightly towards you.

“Hey, what’s the hurry? You didn’t finish dinner. I got you takeout,” he handed over an unopened pack of lasagna and chicken parmigiana.

You accepted the food, happy knowing you won’t have to cook anymore tonight.

“Um, thanks. It’s just, I didn’t expect that this would take until this late to finish and I left my car at the aquarium. I don’t feel comfortable walking so late that’s why I’m going now. Job hazard. Thanks for the food.”

You turned around again to start walking back to your car when you notice that someone is walking beside you.

“I’ll walk you over, Y/N. Come on.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m sure they still need you in there.”

“Nah. It’s dinner. Everything’s technically done. Let me just make a call.”

Chris called his assistant, informing him where he was going and not to expect him back for a while.

You walked in silence for the first few minutes not minding to fill the silence with mindless chatter. That silence was only broken when a young man walked up to Chris and asked for a photo. He obliged and wished the man goodnight.

“Does that happen often?” you inquired. He was the first famous person that you know after all.

“Sure, yeah Not so much here in Boston but in LA, every single time. I don’t really mind fans…it’s the paparazzi that really gets to me.”

“It must be hard living in a glass house,” you mused.

“Well, I make sure not to throw stones around.”

“Good idea.”

You both laughed at each other and spent the rest of the way to your car in friendly banter.

“This is my ride.” You gestured to your car. “Thanks for walking me.”

“Hey, no problem. See you around on set?”

“On set?”

“Yeah. Didn’t the guy who had this job tell you? You also have to be on set to help teach how to do the medical stuff.”

“Uhm, no. We didn’t get around to that part.” You decide to give your boss a call once you got home.

“Y/N. Take care on the way home.”

You waved at him before going inside your car. Chris remained standing at the curb as you pull away. You beeped one last time. All the while, Chris remained standing at his spot watching you slowly drive away.

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