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I just noticed that.))
I just noticed that.))
I think im gonna make thomas befriend dove xD )
Low self esteem buddies )
(Natalie will befriend both of them and encourage them as much as humanely possible.)
@PuffPoff
Is-is your icon Pidge. (inner Voltron fangirl screams)
(I almost died laughing when I saw the icon.)
Caroline aimlessly wandered the corridors, going over the procedure to heal cystic adenomatous malformations in her head in case it would be needed. She hadn't done it in a long time.
@PuffPoff
Is-is your icon Pidge. (inner Voltron fangirl screams)(I almost died laughing when I saw the icon.)
(it used to be Hunk but then I changed it)
Oliver nodded weakly and shifted his blurry gave over to Dove. "C-Can I stay here for a little while? Please? I-If it's not too much trouble." He pleaded, his eyes wide and glassy.
@PuffPoff
Is-is your icon Pidge. (inner Voltron fangirl screams)(I almost died laughing when I saw the icon.)
(it used to be Hunk but then I changed it)
(Lance is my favorite character by far, but Keith is a close second.)
Thomas picked up the drab office phone, and decided to call somebody at random. Dove, it happened to be. "Oh—" yeah, shoot, she was in the middle of something, God curse frick— he tried quickly hanging up.
Dove sniffled loudly and then was mortified. "I'm sorry!" she rubbed her arm and took her medication off of the desk, popping a pill into her mouth and taking a deep breath. No more bad thoughts.
"As hard as it is to let him go, he's in a better place. He won't hurt, won't cry, he's happy. I'm not saying that we shouldn't mourn. But I am saying that you can't blame yourself for something that God already had planned." Natalie continued.
Briar pushed past her father and Marjorie and raced to Dove’s office, where everyone seemed to be hanging out. She burst through the door, getting her foot stuck in the shag carpeting. With that, she went tumbling head over heels (literally) right into Dove’s desk.
“My dad got remarried to a Marilyn Monroe lookalike without telling me about it..” she blurted.
Natalie looked up at her. "Woah are you okay?"
Dove screamed, "My papers! My files! My patients!" she rushed to pick up everything that fell when Briar slammed into her desk.
(I have to go to Starbucks, sorry)
Caroline came to a stop when Briar crashed into Dove's office. She approached the open door and peeked inside. "What's happening in here?"
Oliver flinched as Briar came crashing into the room, visible overwhelmed. He was starting to calm a bit thanks to Dove and Natalie, but he still felt the death was his fault. How could it not be? It's my job to be there. My job to save his life.
Thomas quietly set his hands on the desk. Okay. Okay. Okay, so, don't do that again.
He stood up from his desk. Why was this so hard? He could comfort dying kids and watch as patient's hair fell out, but he couldn't just talk to his colleagues?
(I have to go to Starbucks, sorry)
(le gasp For your date?!!?!?!?!?!?)
When Emilia got to the room, she noticed that the boy was heavily sedated. The doctors and nurse in the room watched her as she came in. She looked around, confused.
"Why was I called here? The procedure to fix the bone has been done?" Emilia asked
"Well," One of the doctors began. "We didn't want a…novice to be put under such pressure. You're hear to put on the cast."
She crossed her arms and glared at him. "Excuse me, I am not a novice. I've been at his hospital longer than you have!"
"Yes well-"
Emilia held up a finger, indicating for him to shut his mouth. "And for you information, I have fixed many broken bones and even saved kids with gunshot wounds. This is nothing!" She stomped out of the room, pleased with herself when she saw the doctors shocked expressions.
Natalie put her hand on Oliver's knee and kept it there. "Sit down Briar and explain yourself." She commanded.
Oliver grabbed his pager as it buzzed. Doctor Ryth will be taking over your surgery at 2:30. Oliver groaned. "They're never gonna trust me again." He sniffled. All he wanted was a hug and a good night's sleep, but Oliver hadn't gotten either of those things in years.
Natalie hugged Oliver tightly. "Of course they will." She said to him. "Deaths of patients is hard. They want to give you some time to grieve."
The conversation she had cheered her up a bit. Emilia went to the bathroom and changed out of her scrubs and into jeans and a red tank top. This was her favorite time of day. She had just gotten her drivers license, so every day she got to go pick up letters and packages from the post office that had been delivered to patients.
Oliver melted into the hug and promptly passed out, resting his head on Natalie's shoulder.
Aye, i dont really know what to do with my character now xD… )
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