Lost on the first day of work~ (Open)

Basch Zwingli was not having a good day; he had woken up late for the first time in forever. He was late for his new job and this morning he could not find the letter that told him to who too report too. No one has been of much help when he had asked around. He found a letter that had been stuffed under the pile of bills that was postmarked from months ago. It had been forwarded a few times. It was from his family and said something about his sister coming to the states and well the date to pick her up at the airport and come and go along time ago. So on top of being late to work, not knowing where he was suppose to be he was also stressing over what had happened to his sister and having to contact his parents. Leaning againt the hall he resisted the urge to scream in frustation why couldn’t he find someone to tell him where to find where he needed to be.

Roderich strode down that particular hall, idly flipping through some paperwork, when he noticed Basch looking as though he was having a mental breakdown. He paused, wondering to himself at first whether he'd seen the man before--no, guess not, he must be new--and stepped up to him, hoping to diffuse the situation before Basch started scaring any patients.

"Do you need something?" he inquired, not-so-subtly hinting that that 'something' was probably medication or psychiatric help of some kind. He had seen this before, after all--new employees losing it due to stress. He'd seen it turn violent or otherwise dangerous, too, so he figured he'd better not let this be...

Basch was brought out his personal freak out and could not help but glare at the older man; mostly because of the look Roderich was giving Basch. He had seen that look on people’s faces before though rarely directed at him. It was the “I think you need to medicated and I will if you don’t prove me wrong quickly” look.

"Yes I could use some help I'm late for work and no one I've asked will give the name of the right person to talk to so I can find out where I should be." He had been up and down the hospital since he had arrived. Everyone sending him some place else, no one could be bothered to take a few moments of their times to help him even when it was obvious they were not occupied with work. "Do you know how annoying that is? I can understand that when people are busy with work. But many people just didn't want to help at all even when they're not busy at all."

"Hmm." Yes, he knew how that was. And yes, he was guilty of doing that quite a few times himself with the other staff, though at least he tended to only succumb to that tendency when he was legitimately occupied with something.

"Well, here," he said, motioning Basch down the hall, towards a desk that another nurse was manning. Directing the attention of the nurse away from another colleague she was talking to, he asked, "Could you do me a favor and find out where this man is assigned to?"

She nodded and opened the schedules on the computer, regarding Basch. "What's your name?"

Basch let out a slightly annoyed sigh as he studied the man who stopped to help him he must be a doctor just from the respect he was being given by the the other nurse. He could tell she seemed to be annoyed not with the older man but with him when he didn't tell her his name fast enough.

"My name is Basch Zwingli." He tired to ignore the look she was giving him over the monitor.

"Well he doesn't have any specified duty or department right now, it noted in the file he was suppose to be assigned to any doctor that needed regular nurse to work with them." She finally replied trying to make eye contact with the doctor obviously trying to flirt with the man. Basch couldn't help but look at her annoyed, she wasn't being very helpful.

Roderich sighed, turning away from the female nurse and back towards Basch, pretending he didn't notice the flirtation. He wasn't sure why she bothered--he personally didn't consider himself very attractive, and he obviously wasn't looking for romance. It'd be bothersome to have to fit that into his work schedule, after all.

"So no one's stepped forward to claim him?" Yet another lovely example of how organized this hospital was, he mentally remarked. There were a lot of people that really ought to get their act together one of these days.

Well, perhaps he could take advantage of this opportunity. It could probably do him some good to have a nurse at his beck and call to do the more unpleasant parts of his job, provided said nurse wasn't going to cause him more trouble than their services were worth.

"Let me see his credentials," he said, raising his free hand expectantly. The nurse ran off a few copies of Basch's records and Roderich skimmed them. Hmm, looked like he'd been to a decent school, and had enough experience to at least know what he was doing. Fine.

"I'll take you," he told Basch. "I'm Dr. Edelstein, infectious disease specialist. You can go change into scrubs down there--second door from the left end of the hall. I recommend you do, as we're going to come in contact with some lovely things today. Have you ever seen acute trichomoniasis?"