Natalie smiled, but didn't move. She knew that it was best to let Oliver sleep. She picked up her phone. "She quietly told her parents what had happened with everyone else watching her. She put the phone down when she was done and turned back to Briar, Oliver still asleep on her shoulder.
(I gtg for a bit so just move Oliver where you need to!)
Aye, i dont really know what to do with my character now xD… )
(same here…)
Aye, i dont really know what to do with my character now xD… )
(Have him decide to join the others. Or stumble on them somehow. Idk)
(bye!)
Okay xD…)
Thomas knocked hesitantly on Dove's door.
Natalie looked up. "Come in!" She called before anyone else said anything.
Emilia drove back to the hospital, the whole passenger's seat piled with letters and packages. She parked her car in the back. She took as many things as she could and walked back into the hospital. Emilia stopped first at room 93a, delivering two letters to an elderly man who thanked her. She smiled at him and made her way to the next room.
Caroline shuffled into Dove's office and scanned the room of distraught surgeons. She thought about it, and contained everything: The hurt of the morning's rejection, the stress of Ms. Kent's screams, the moment where she'd thought the kid was dead, the blood of the haemorrhage, the x-rays, the father's expression when she'd told him about his son's malformation, the suspense of the pending operation, Briar's tears. She sat on the edge of the desk and smiled at Dove tiredly.
Thomas opened the door farther, blinking silently at all the unexpected people in the room. He felt quite suddenly self-conscious.
"Thomas!" Caroline greeted. She patted the desk next to her, inviting him to sit down.
Natalie couldn't stand it. She gently moved Oliver so that he was leaning on the chair, then she went over to Caroline and enveloped her in a big hug.
"Come in and join our pity party Thomas." Nat said with both a hint of sadness and of joking.
Emilia delivered most of the things until only a package and two letters remained. When walking by one of the rooms, she spotted most of her younger colleagues huddled together. Thomas stood in front of her.
Stiffly, the ginger sat down, "I.. ah, wouldn't expect such cordial greetings," he offered an unsure smile, trying to make himself comfortable. He upfolded and unfolded his sleeve cuff.
“Hmm..” Briar hummed to herself as she still sat on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest.
“I guess I can speak for a good amount of us when I say today’s been crazier than a horse on steroids..”
Natalie couldn't stand it. She gently moved Oliver so that he was leaning on the chair, then she went over to Caroline and enveloped her in a big hug.
Caroline welcomed Natalie and hugged her back. "Thank you," she breathed into Natalie's ear. She pulled away and laughed at Briar's comment. "Sure was. One of the newborns has a cystic adenomatous malformation and chances are they'll want the operation. Which I haven't done in a really long time, and not to mention you can't defibrillate a baby."
She mentally slapped herself at that last comment.
Natalie agreed with Briar. "I lost my cousin and was told that I could have a relapse." She said softly, more to herself than to anyone else.
Briar peered out the window of Dove’s office and noticed something strange. Out on an awning..was a teen holding his phone out for a selfie. He cautionsly inched his way around, pressing his back to the wall. Briar was less than five feet above him.
Briar realized the situation could become fatal rather quickly, so she pushed open the window and stuck out a foot, resting it on the wide windowsill below it.
She turned to the rest of the group, who hadn’t noticed her demise.
“Guys! There’s a kid on the ledge below me!”
Natalie looked up. "What?!?!" She ran over to the window to look where Briar was pointing.
“I’m going after him.” She said plainly, stepping out onto the wide window sill. She tried to keep herself balanced without support, but it proved to be difficult. She finally found her balance, peering out onto the city skyline. Everything seemed so high..and far away from the ground. Holy..
One last delivery. Emilia leaned against the wall, looking at who the letters were for. She clasped her hand over her mouth, trying not to cry. Oh no. They were for the little boy, the one that died. Shaking, she sat down on the cold floor. She should have known. The post man gave her the letters right as she was leaving.
"Briar!" Caroline shrieked. "Get back in here!" But her friend was already inching her way long, not looking back. "Oh my god, oh my god." she mumbled. She looked down at the kid… who was taking a selfie. "My friend is risking her life for the sake of a SELFIE!?" she cried. And she lost it. She climbed out after Briar and quickly caught up to her. Briar looked terrified.
"Guys don't!" Nat shouted. "How are you guys going to help him?"
"By intimidating him back into the window!" she shouted back to Nat. "HEY, KID!" she screamed down at him.