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Summary: Namir and Samantha visit Bekah in hospital. Gifts are given. Guest starring Elijah Morgan, Bekah's brother.
Date It Happened: May 18th, 2007
Beware Lawman Bearing Gifts
Mount Sinai Hospital
The hospital may be Bekah's normal stomping grounds, but not usually from the perspective. Being a doctor has gotten her a few perks though, like her own private room. Bekah is sitting up in bed, with the bed raised for support. Her left arm is held tight to her side in a sling, preventing her from moving her shoulder around. She's not alone in the room though. There's a man there. Though he's a few years younger than Bekah, he has the same look to him, as if he might be family of some kind. "Eli. Really. I'm choosing the channel next time." She states with a disgusted look at the shoot 'em up movie that's on the tv. "It's my room."
News travels fast when one has an ear in the hospital network, and news has told Namir that there is a certain doctor on the other side of the stethoscope in Mount Sinai. So he decided to go buy her some reading material and drop by (though since he's being reinstated tomorrow, he could have just waited and possibly joined her in a few days, knowing his luck). Dressed in his usual civilian fare, he knocks quietly at the door before turning the handle and opening it a bit, allowing himself to peek in. "Special delivery," he announces with a grin. And — oh. There's a family member here. Now he feels a little bad for what he is about to do.
Eli stands and moves towards the door to answer it when Namir pokes his head in. Instead he gives the other man a grin. "Oh hey." He states. Bekah turns her head and smiles when she spots who it is. "Namir! Save me! Eli's making me watch horrible action movies." Which is obviously a fate much worse than being shot. At least in her current drugged up state. Eli shakes his head with a sigh. "Sisters." He mutters before he offers Namir a hand, if the man will come all the way into the room. "Since Bek's not introducing me, I'll do it myself. I'm Elijah Morgan." And really, the family resemblance is strong. Other than being two or three years younger, Elijah looks like a male version of Bekah.
If Bekah is looking for someone to save her from action movies, she has really, really picked the wrong man. Samantha would know about his own movie collection, with such intellectual titles as 'Die Hard' and 'The Quest'. Namir casts a glance at the TV when he's allowed inside the room, eyebrows lifted in obvious interest. "Oh, this is a good one," he notes. "I'll bet they have cut it to pieces on this channel, though." Oh, the humanity. He takes Elijah's hand and gives it a firm shake, grinning. "Namir Dayan. I don't have sisters, just a sister-in-law."
Elijah returns the shake and then shakes his head. "Count yourself lucky." He says, but then he's moving over to Bekah's side, pushing her hair out of her face. He cares, for all that joking. "I'm going to go get some food. Namir here can entertain you for awhile." And with that, Eli heads out of the room with a quick wave back.
Bekah looks after him. "He drove down from Boston. My parents send flowers. Joel sent flowers. Eli packed a bag and came to see me." She fumbles for the t.v. remote and turns it off. Namir apparently isn't worth watching action movies for.
Aw, but he was watching that! No, not really. But still. Namir offers a farewell and a nod to Elijah when he leaves, then moves over to Bekah's bedside. On his arm is a gift bag that obviously contains some weight. "He sounds like an excellent brother, then." And now that he's out of the room, Namir doesn't feel so bad about the present he's brought. He smirks at Bekah, then shakes his head. "All those lectures about /my/ being shot and now look who's got herself in a hospital bed."
"Did I lecture? Sam lectured. I brought embarassing gifts. And food you can't eat." And Bekah's pretty blunt when she's on morphine, it seems. "Sam likes to lecture. Being shot sucks. I never want Sam sticking her hands in me again." She states before she smiles. "He's a good little brother. Not that I'd tell him that. I have to tease him. It's in the Rules."
"Oh, of course." Namir knows all about sibling rules. He doesn't quite like the ones he's got between himself and his brother, but that's not for discussion here. "Sam had her hands in you, hmm? And here she was talking about an affair between you and I. Now I see you were really betraying me with her." Woe. He takes the bag off his arm and extends it toward Bekah, close enough that she can get it with her uninjured arm. "I'll give this to you anyway."
"I'm straight." Bekah reminds him. "She took the bullet out of my shoulder. It hurt." And there's a nice understatement. And then she's distracted by the present. She tries to reach for it too quickly and moves that other shoulder from the bed just a bit. Even with the nice morphine, that hurts and she pauses for a deep breath before she reaches for the bag more carefully. "A present!" And opening it one handed and drugged will take a bit more time, but at least it's her dominant hand.
"So is Sam, or so she tells me. Now I have doubts." Look what Bekah did. Namir winces sympathetically when she moves her shoulder wrong, then simply stands by to reap the fruits of his little gift. Inside the bag are three books: The Princess Bride, a sudoku puzzle book (because those crazily addictive puzzles from which he can no longer get away got him through his extended hospital stay quite nicely), and another book which may look just slightly familiar. "Did you know the book you gave me has a companion book?" he remarks in an innocent, offhanded manner.
"Her hand, my shoulder. Not so sexy." Not when it involves blood and pain. But the present is distracting. Present! She opens it, pulling out each. "Ooh. Good movie. I bet it'll be a good book. And puzzles. And, oh! It does! That's so cool!" In her present drugged state, there is not embarrassment. The other books are set aside to flip through that last one. "Should I let Sam read it when I'm done?"
Speak of the devil. Sam breezes in, the purple steth warmer a bright contrast to her blue scrubs. "How're we - oh, hey Namir." She gives him a smile, and then stops to peer at the cover of the book.
It … that … Bekah wasn't supposed to accept this gift so calmly. Damned morphine. Namir is a little disappointed. He frowns a bit, then shakes his head. "It couldn't hurt, I sup— " And then? Then Sam walks in, and Namir stares at her. Then at the book. Then at her. "Uh." For a man who works under enormous pressure, he's rather poor at handling it at this precise moment.
"Sam!" Bekah greets. "Namir brought me books. You can read this one when I'm done with it." She says, holding up the sex book for Sam to see. Yes, the drugs have made her shameless. "I hope it's got stuff I don't know already. Are you on break?"
"Lunch." Sam says. "What a /delicious/ present. You should practice on Lee." She then walks over to Namir and gives him a smooch before going to check the chart.
That's it. Namir is never going to attempt to embarrass Bekah again. He shakes his head a little, sighing quietly, then returns the smooch from Sam without hesitation. Hi, Sam. "This will teach me to try to shame the shameless," he utters good-naturedly. "Did you have any plans for lunch, or can I whisk you off for some falafel and tea?"
"Not getting shot is a good plan for lunch breaks." Bekah adds before she shakes her head. "I don't know if Lee wants me to practice on him. I haven't gotten to talk to him for awhile." She's free with the information at the moment, and eye Sam with her chart. "Can I see my chart? The mean nurse earlier wouldn't let me." And she's not quite able to get it by herself yet. Though she probably tried.
Samantha arches a brow. "You know you're not supposed to." But she hands it over anyway. See, one day it might be her on the bed, asking for the chart, and this way Bekah will give it to her. She looks to Namir. "I don't know if I should go anywhere with a man who gives out dirty dirty books." She can't help grinning up at him.
"You didn't seem to have any complaints about dirty books before, my dear," retorts Namir with a smirk. "I don't think they write dirty books involving falafel and tea anyway, so you should be safe with me." Glancing at Bekah, he adds cheekily, "I'm told you had your hands in Bekah earlier. You owe me now."
"A dirty book about falafel. Well, they can be balls." Bekah notes before she takes the chart with a smile. "You know you'd want it too." She says, flipping through her chart. "Oh. I wonder if I'll set off metal detectors now."
The door opens once more. Elijah returns it seems. He's carrying a styrofoam take out box in his hand. "Bek, I return with sustenance!" And look, there's another person her. "Oh, hi." The man says to Sam. So very eloquent there.
Samantha looks over. "Eli? I'm Dr. Applebaum. We spoke on the phone." She shifts so that she's kinda sorta blocking the book from Eli's view, because oh hi, awkward! "I work with Bekah in the ER, too."
"Do you mean the bullet, or your nerves of steel?" Namir grins, then glances up when Elijah makes his return. Noting Sam's attempts to keep Bekah from embarrassment, he grins wider. Oh, it would be such delicious revenge if Eli /did/ find the book, but Namir isn't a cruel man. Really. He discreetly pulls the gift bag over to further block the book from view.
Elijah sets the food down on the table, the kind that rolls across the bed. "Elijah Morgan, it's nice to meet you. Thank you for the phone call. Bek's told me about you." He looks up at the tv and lets out a mock groan. "You turned it off! I was watching that!" He teases Bekah with that last bit, sounding quite like a younger brother.
Bekah doesn't seem at all worried about the book at the moment. She's still focused on the chart. And now the smell of food. "No, in my shoulder. Sam took out the bullet. Ortho put in metal. Can I be a bionic woman now?"
"Wow, they put in pins after all?" Samantha smirks a touch. "I don't think you get to be Bionic Woman unless you do the eye, the ear, and the legs." To Elijah, "Pleasure's mine. Bekah was a shockingly good patient for a doctor. Usually we're miserable patients."
Ooh, Bionic Woman. Namir perks up a bit, grinning at Bekah. "I thought you weren't into the action-movie thing? You'd have to get into the genre if you were Bionic Woman." Looking to Elijah he adds, "Girlfriends are also miserable doctors. They get mad at you for winding up in the ER. Take my advice and never date one."
Bekah passes Sam back the chart to see. "I'll stick with just the shoulder." She decides covering a yawn. And really quickly, she's starting to doze off. Yay drugs.
Elijah grins at Namir. "I'll keep that in mind. I'm glad she was a good patient. Hopefully that won't change now. How long will it be before she gets out of here?" He aims that last question towards Sam then notices the sudden sleepiness. "Ah, looks like I get to choose the tv show again while she's out."
Samantha grins. "You do that. Not too loud though, okay?" So she gives Namir a tug. "Someone promised me falafel and tea."
When Bekah starts to doze off, Namir thinks it prudent to take the book from her and pack it back into the bag, along with the other two he brought. See? He really isn't a cruel man. Then he's being tugged, and who can say no to falafel and tea and a pretty girlfriend? Not he. "I recommend the one you were watching," he informs Elijah as he's on the way out. Falafel and tea awaits!