It was just passed six in the evening, and Lawrence had just finished with his last patient for this shift. A short shift, if you were wanting to know, which found him peeling himself out of a doctor’s white jacket as soon as he walked into his office. He deposited it on the rack by the door, and headed straight to his desk. Checked in with his secretary, only to find that she had left early today as well. Why was that, he wondered, pondering over in his mind some of the things she had told him the last few days. Something about the woman’s mother coming in, and the secretary had to pick her up at the airport? He was sure that was it.
It didn’t matter much, really – just that he hated forgetting things, and it was one of those things that was going to bug him until he remembered what the fuck he forgot. Oh well; there was nothing to do about it, except for him to pack up his briefcase and head home. He was tired, and what was more, he’d not had the opportunity to feed today. Tired and hungry was not a good way for him to be. Once he was home, he’d head out again after perhaps an hour, straight into bowels of the city to pick himself someone to munch on. Then the color would bleed back into his face, making him appear more human than he was definitely not. Once, but no more, and certainly never again.
Briefcase in hand, Lawrence closed the blinds, turned off the light and locked the door on the office. A glance would confirm that yes, his secretary was gone for the day, her office – which was attached to his – was dark and there was no sign of movement within it. He smiled at a couple nurses that passed him by, women who knew his name by heart and had worked with him in the past during a surgery here or there. He remembered their names. Lacey and Jenna, he thought to himself. A brunette, petite young woman with a cute face, and a tall, pale but pretty woman – it wasn’t important. But it felt good to recall their names for some reason.
Tossed into an elevator, he’d ride it to the parking garage level where he’d left his car for the day. Spilled out onto the tar mat of the parking structure a couple moments later, he’d head straight for his car, unaware of the other vampire’s presence at that particular moment. His keys were in his hand as he neared the car, fetched from his pocket and his thumb finding the door unlock button without even needing to glance down at it.
It was then that the sound of keys – that were not his own – jingling that caught his attention. Glanced over at the other vampire, caught the keys so now he was juggling two sets, and he rose an eyebrow at the other man, curious as to why he was here at the hospital. “What are you doing here, Soren? Not that I’m not pleased to see you,” he’d say, “It’s just visits from you are unexpected; however, welcome all the same.” It took a solid thirty seconds for him to realize that Soren was moving away again, away from the Lamborghini. He tracked him with his gaze to the BMW – and it was then that he put two and two together, even without Soren explaining that that was Lawrence’s new car.
“Uh, yeah, just let me put this in my car,” he did in that moment, putting the briefcase behind the driver’s seat of the Lamborghini. He then grabbed a hold of a duffel he had in there as well, removed some casual clothes from it, and then zipped it back up, stashing it back in the car before moving to catch up with Soren, a press on the Lambo’s key remote to lock the doors of the fancy, expensive car.
So he was driving, Lawrence gathered, stepping up to the BMW. He’d unlock it, and slip into the car right after Soren. Once the car was started, and they were headed out of the parking structure, it was then that Lawrence decided to break the silence that fell between them.
“So what are we going to be doing in Soma, Soren?” He’d ask, right before a thought occurred to him. Then he asked, “Did you ever find out why Evan was attacked by the way?” A question that had been on his mind for a while now.