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Walking out of the London tube station, I tugged at the scarf around my neck and tightened it to fight off the cold. While being crammed inside the London underground was enough to heat me up ever so slightly, as soon as I walked out into the cold of the city it was a completely different beast. The cold bit against me and it was enough to make me want to just turn around and go right back down into the ground. Walking forward, I looked down at my wrist and I checked the time to make sure I was still on time for my hospital appointment. Living in England's capital often meant that my appointments would be changed around and having checked the listing before I left my flat, it was enough for me to know where I was going. Crossing the street and walking towards the hospital, I stifled a yawn and walked through the front door.
Crossing over a couple of the floors and moving up to the neurology department, I looked over my shoulder and then back to where I was going. Checking in to let my Doctor know that I was here, I climbed into one of the seats and made myself comfortable. Raking my fingers through my shaggy blonde hair, I combed some of the snow specks out of my hair and slumped back ever so slightly. Sighing softly and then locking my fingers together, I placed them in my lap and I was left staring at the wall opposite where I was sitting. Looking around the inside of the room, there were a couple of people who were already inside, the sounds of Polish or maybe Romanian filled the waiting room as the couple of women chatted with one another. Not understanding the language, my eyes continued to lamely inspect the other people when my eyes hovered over one final person. Sitting just next to the water cooler, I looked at her and tried to figure out where I recognised her from.
Doing my best to not just leer, I left my eyes focused on her as I tried to piece it together. Brown hair, blue eyes... It slowly came together as how I was used to seeing her with long blonde hair in a braid as opposed to her natural brown hair that was loose and just coming down to her shoulders. Looking over at her, I could almost feel the nerd in me coming out.
"Daenerys Targaryen..." Looking over at the Khaleesi and one of the Sarah Connor's, Emilia Clarke, her own eyes came up to meet mine and we had the briefest of eye contact. Looking across the waiting room and making eye contact with her, her face changed from a plain neutral expression to one of panic. Her eyes went wide and her lips parted as if she wanted to voice something but was afraid of what was going to come out. I looked around the inside of the waiting room, inspecting the other people before I looked back to Emilia Clarke and then, I simply shot her a smile and a slight wave of my hand as if to let her know that she had nothing to worry about. Her eyes softened and she nodded her head before mouthing out the word 'Thanks' and she went back to just looking around the inside of the hospital corridors and the waiting room we were both sharing as well.
"Mr Blake?" Looking up, I saw one of the nurses standing there, calling my name out. Standing up and smiling towards her, she smiled right back to me and took a step backwards as if to encourage me to follow her. Walking with her and towards the Doctor's office, I wanted to look back to where Emilia Clarke was sitting but I was now very focused on what was coming for me. Walking and taking a seat inside of the office, the nurse closed the door and I was left sitting opposite the Doctor.
"So Mr. Blake... How have you been feeling?"
"Ah, cold? It's very cold."
"It is! I was more curious as to why you've been coming to see me though. Have you had any more seizures since the last time we saw you?"
"I haven't. I have been taking the medicine like you advised, I've taken fifty grams of the Lamotrigine and it seems to be doing the trick."
"When do you take the Lamotrigine?"
"At night, normally when I get in through the door for the evening and just before I have my dinner."
The cold wasn't getting any better but as I set my guitar up in my licenced place on the streets of London, I opened my case up and extended the bar to keep it open and hopefully have enough room to provide some room for people to toss their loose change in. It wasn't a great way of making money but it gave me more than enough pocket change and would often get me a large coffee at the Starbucks on my way home. It also gave me enough time to practice the whole performance art and being able to steady my voice and just have a decent stage presence. Strumming my pick against the strings of my Les Paul, I was practising the simplest of notes when I saw there was a set of feet just opposite my guitar case. Looking up at the owner of the legs, I saw I was staring directly at Emilia Clarke. She offered me a warm smile with a gentle wave of her hand.
"I don't suppose you do the Rains of Castamere do you?" She asked, flashing me a wide grin.
Looking back to her, I flash her a smile before playing the opening notes of the now super famous Game of Thrones song. Losing my place after the first couple of chords, I offered the strings one last strum before looking back up to her.
"That's about it though I'm afraid." I said, laughing as she joined me.
"Well, that was pretty impressive considering I just asked." She admitted, nodding her head as she looked down at my guitar before looking back up to me. She was dressed in a thick pea coat and had on some dark blue jeans complete with some trendy boots that ran just over her knees. She also had a thick cream coloured scarf wrapped around her neck and a beret on top of her head. She definitely looked like she was ready for her time in a winter wonderland and as the snow started to fall, it just completed her look. "I'm Emilia by the way, but I figured you already knew that?"
"I did." I said with a smile, referencing my earlier recollection of her in the hospital waiting room with her. We smiled with each other for a brief moment before the silence between us threatened to become awkward.