Her patient was asleep, a twelve-year-old girl with short blonde hair and bangs. Lenore had come to really like the girl. She was incredibly sweet, and obeyed anything she was told. She had lung cancer, but she was In the first stages so it was treatable. She would get to go home tomorrow.
Briar reached for the knob of her room, a sigh escaped from her lips. She squeaked open the door to the cramped space, threw her lab coat to the floor, kicked off her shoes and collapsed on her metal bound twin bed and fell asleep promptly.
Emilia put her face down on the table and her hands on top of her head. She began humming to herself, trying to focus on something else. Oliver and Briar were already going crazy because of this little boy, Emilia couldn't let herself go down that path.
Walking out of the room, she went down to the cafeteria. She didn't know anybody, so she decided it was time to make friends. Grabbing some coffee, she saw a middle aged man, and smiled at him. ( I gotta go eat lunch guys )
Thomas shaded in the feathers, trying to think of what he could do while he was still here.
Spend time with the younger ones?
They were always easy to bond with and entertain. With the birds of course..
(bye!)
Natalie stood up, holding in her sobs. She decided to drop by Dove's office to let her know that she'd be leaving early today. She finally got there and knocked on the door frame, then realized that Oliver was there. "I can……….come back later." She told Dove.
Oliver peeked up, his watery red rimmed eyes resting on Natalie. "N-No. I can go. I'll be alright." He sniffed, starting to get out of the chair.
"That's right, cry." Dove patted his back, "It wasn't your fault." she racked her brain for information, "Death is a part of life. It doesn't mean we have to like it. It doesn't mean we should always accept it. My parents died when I was three, but I got adopted. I always wonder what might've happened if they were still alive, and the thing is, I shouldn't." she was choosing her words carefully, but as soon as her parents came into the picture, she started trembling. "It's the truth. And as doctors, we should know that death is real. I-I've had patients that tried to suicide or did suicide even after I gave them medication, or help." she blew her nose, "I always felt like it was my fault. It's not. You helped him, Dr. Horne." she held onto the table, "It's not your fault."
Caroline stared up at the results in shock. The birth had gone so smoothly… it couldn't have lasted. She took the papers and approached the husband.
"Mr. Kent-"
"Call me Carl."
Caroline nodded. "Carl. Your son has a lung deformity." She paused. "It's a cystic adenomatous malformation. It can lead to respiratory problems, but it's treatable. It would have to be soon, and yet the surgery comes with risks on such a young child."
He paled. "Would you like some time to think it over?" He nodded. Caroline walked away.
"That's right, cry." Dove patted his back, "It wasn't your fault." she racked her brain for information, "Death is a part of life. It doesn't mean we have to like it. It doesn't mean we should always accept it. My parents died when I was three, but I got adopted. I always wonder what might've happened if they were still alive, and the thing is, I shouldn't." she was choosing her words carefully, but as soon as her parents came into the picture, she started trembling. "It's the truth. And as doctors, we should know that death is real. I-I've had patients that tried to suicide or did suicide even after I gave them medication, or help." she blew her nose, "I always felt like it was my fault. It's not. You helped him, Dr. Horne." she held onto the table, "It's not your fault."
(PJO) dam, I'm late.
"Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in. In my head, in my heart, in my soul. And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again. Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Don't think so." Emilia hummed softly. She sat up and took a deep breath. "Come on Emilia. Just get up and go get some food."
Natalie shook her head. "I'm just here to tell Dove that I'm leaving early. That-um……that kid that died,"She said with difficulty, "he was my cousin. I have to go tell my family what happened."
Oliver sucked in air, suddenly freezing and forgetting how to breath. "Y-Your cousin?" He whispered weakly, his palms sweaty as his body shook. He'd stopped crying. He couldn't cry. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. It was like every part of him just went numb.
Natalie nodded. She sat down on the chair beside him and lifted his chin so that he was looking at her. "It wasn't your fault." She said softly. "Okay? Listen to me. It. Wasn't. Your. Fault."
Dove decided to stay out of this and she sat down at her desk facing the wall, feeling a bit down that she couldn't do her job. I'm such a pathetic psychologist.
"I didn't get there in time. I should've been there." His voice was hardly above whisper. Oliver's throat burned, dry and scratchy from crying.
“BRIAR LARK O’MALLEY!” Briar’s door was burst open, and it It’s frame stood a tall muscular figure. Briar was startled awake by the sound and sat up boltright.
“Dad..what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be deployed off that base in Germany?” She said, rubbing her eyes. It wasn’t always everyday her father came to her workplace, but when he did it was usually serious business.
“Sorry for the intrusion, darlin’, but it’s serious.” Her dad stepped into the light of the room, his many badges and awards that hung from his Navy service jacket gleaming on his chest, their shine catching the lights refracted from a tiny window in the room.
“What’s the matter?” Briar slipped on her shoes and jacket.
“I have someone I’d like you to meet..”
“Who?”
A tall blonde woman, wearing a elaborate red gown stepped into the doorway, a red lipped smile plastered across her face.
“This is Marjorie, your new stepmother.
Briar looked at her father in shock. He came all the way from Germany, burst open the door to her private bedroom, just to tell her that he had gotten remarried to a woman she had never met?! He could have done it in a more courteous manner, but that was her father; a last minute type of guy.
I think im gonna make thomas befriend dove xD )
Low self esteem buddies )
Dove wanted to cry as she heard Dr. Horne from behind her desk. She was thankful that no one could see her face. I'm sorry that I couldn't do my job.
Her pager buzzed, telling her that she was needed in room 20b. Emilia stood up shakily and took another deep breath, putting on a fake smile as she left the cafeteria. The person on the other side told her that the twelve year old had broken his arm. That's not that bad. Nothing terrible would happen. Emilia knew how to handle this.
I quit
@PuffPoff
Is-is your icon Pidge. (inner Voltron fangirl screams)
Natalie pulled him into a hug. "Shhhhhh. God knows what He's doing. Okay?" She forced Oliver to look at her again. "Jasper had terminal cancer Oliver. He was in pain. Now he's not. Okay?"
(yes! someone here actually gets it!)