E c H o // D ' a U b I g N e
If you aren't living on the edge you're taking up too much space.
Echo heard someone call to him from behind him. Being a doctor, this wasn't an uncommon thing to be called upon ever still, even after his clinic hours were at an end. Sighing gently, he turned around to face the girl and nodded his head. 'Guess I'm not getting home any time soon,' he thought to himself. "Yes, I'm a doctor," he told her, adjusting his messenger bag so it wasn't hurting his shoulder. "What can I do for an angel like yourself?" he asked. "I do hope it's nothing too serious." Yes, he knew as soon as he looked at her that she was an angel; not that it was a bad thing since he, too, was an angel. Only, a different sort of angel. He put on a polite smile and waited for her to respond. Of course, he had to admit that, even though he was gay, the girl before him was relatively good looking. She didn't seem to look injured. 'Perhaps a friend of hers got hurt,' he mused to himself.
((Kay. Thanks for telling me. If he does come back, it's cool. Just let me know if that happens.))