Eli Stevens

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ eli stevens ; the more ⠀⠀⠀ stubborn half of the ⠀⠀⠀ stevens twins . ⠀⠀ ⠀independent portrayal , ⠀⠀⠀ greys verse . #greysrp . ⠀

— here, told me that herself. i won't apologize for doing what my patient needed to feel comfortable and safe.” oh and there's that look, determination; the willingness to die on this hill.

— the rules, it'd go in one ear and out the other, knowing eli, especially right now. and when he mentioned having to apologize? he took a breath, trying not to get annoyed at the very notion of having to swallow his pride. “a right and a wrong? she didn't even want them —

so what was he supposed to do? turn a blind eye? do nothing? fuck that. his job is to help and treat patients, not play nice with the probable reasons to why that person is in the hospital to begin with. of all people he thought his dad might, get it. even if he went over —

— disrespectful of their wishes.. I tried, /really/ tried; to do it calmly.” he explained, he did try to keep it together, keep his cool.. obviously, that didn't go his way.

seems he inherited some of his father's own.. need for lessons in that department. Fidgeting with his hands, he didn't expect any special treatment. jaw clenched.. a bit of remaining irritation with the situation itself, a sigh. “they were making the patient uncomfortable —

— to /hit/ you!” he wasn't about to let that happen. that anger, he'd seen it before; parties, nights at the bar, he wasn't about to let it happen.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ —— @dohavechoices . “ this the part where you call me an idiot ? ” the question asked , hand relaxed . ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀—— @Atasteofbloodx . he may or may not have gotten . . snappy at a patients family member . “ gonna lecture me now ? ” ⠀

“could always go on a vacation some time, kansas was nice, peaceful..” a soft chuckle as he continued to sort the ingredients. “some would disagree with the professional part - but yeah.. time changes things, sometimes i miss the simpler days. ”

“that's the charm of your own children, isn't it?” he'd ask, the days were, simple back then, fun and free with no cares in the world. how things change.. “oh trust me i ask the same question every morning.” he's kidding, of course.

“mess, me? never, come on mom you have to admit, it was fun baking with us when we were little.” a smile as he continues. “well, that was when you let me mix the ingredients — for the first and last time, i think?”

it has, yes; but sometimes he thinks — they could open a bakery and still be left with plenty. sleeves were already rolled, starting to sort through the ingredients, like it was second nature. “what can i say? it's the fun part.”

he wishes there was something he could do to help — but hey, they can bake it away, no? he's already washing his hands to join her, ready to help; by the end of the night they might just have enough baked goods to open a bakery.

oh — one of those days? need an extra set of hands..?

is everything — okay ?