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arianemorrison:

“i have more glitter nail polish than one person could use in a lifetime.” ariane lifted her hand, showing off the long nails covered in sparkling purple polish. “i used to do my brother’s nails. i’d bribe him with icecream.”

Rose’s nose scrunches up in laughter. “Your brother? He... let you? For ice cream? He must be easily bought. Boys I knew when I was a kid would rather die than wear anything as girly as nail varnish.”

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                the corners of his lips are fixed into a coy, partially visible smirk. it continues to grow as his eyes watch her countenance carefully while she fastens the band around his arm. it hadn’t been completely intentional, as there has no knowing her reaction to his casually brash comment. regardless, chase had (tried) to gather his thoughts and himself, comparing the demographic of the people who were to come into the office after him against himself and the faintly blushing female amidst him. it had been to his advantage, not just in the wake of his medicinal needs but also the disintegrating ambit between them.  

 the urgent impacts of the narcotics he’d last taken some hours ago had surpassed, so he hadn’t much worry about the biological impacts it had on him. there were other things to base any irregularity on, and it being either his earlier bout of paranoia, guilt or her quietly distinct reaction to him. what had perchance caused any difference were not obvious to him yet. he keeps his eyes on her as the pressure in his arm subsides and struggles to stop himself from tittering. befoe he begins speaking, he moves himself over to examination table.  ❛  it’s up to you really. personally, i think i’m in the good hands of a qualified soon-to-be nurse who can handle me herself, so no. ❜ he shakes his head, grabbing at the hem of his shirt and pulling lightly upward, but stopping.  ❛ do i just - take it off ?? ❜ 

“You can just lift it up a little if that’s more comfortable for you, I just need to be able to lay the stethoscope on your skin - clothes can muffle the sound,” Rose says, hooking the tool around her ears. She can’t get a read on Chase; first he thinks he’s embarrassing himself, then he’s making potentially heated comments for reasons Rose can’t ascertain, and she’s not sure how it all makes her feel. Confused, mostly.

She suspects that he’s more confident than he initially let on, but she’s still going to be respectful of his boundaries, just the same as with any patient. “Ready?” she asks, holding the stethoscope up with an inquisitive smile.

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angelwcthshotgun:

(¸.• ♛ → “You can’t give people shots or something? I mean, just in case?” She couldn’t help by ask that, considering that she was too scared to grab that flu, she didn’t want that, at all.

“What, shots for the flu? Yeah, of course - we’ve got a flu clinic open on ward 3. It’s $30,” she says this last apologetically, because she feels terrible taking money for something as basic as vaccination. “Want me to take you down?”

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                 adrien finds it easy to see the tension in her small stature standing  within the darkened road. he is reminded of his ultimate job to have a watchful, protective eye for those who needed it. he frowns as he listens to her words, but shakes his head in understanding.  ❛  believe me, when you stand outside venues for a few years, you get real familiar with the ones that like to ruin other people’s nights. ❜  he offers a reassuring smile.  ❛  parties can be shitty and uncomfortable sometimes, but you shouldn’t let one bad thing - or guy - get in the way of yourgood time. if it makes you feel any better, i could go and get him now. i’m sure nobody would mind. ❜

“Thanks, but I’m sure he’s moved on by now. I mean, unless you’re bored and want to go start something to pass the time. I won’t stop you.” Rose says, glancing back at the door. Adrien has a solid, reassuring presence. It’s not that she was scared, but she’s certainly not used to that sort of attention and it was a little uncomfortable.

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charlieperrylu:

“Well, what if there’s a shift and it cultured a different kind of virus? I mean, that could be a possibility right? Flu virus can be pretty complex after all.” Charlie said while her eyes never left the newspaper article as if there is some hidden message in it. “Or maybe it was not flu virus and it we are just treating it as a flu virus since its shows the same symptoms as flu. But yeah,” she chuckles nervously, “maybe you are right.”

Rose smiles; she thought she was paranoid, but it looks like Charlie could give her a run for her money. “Could be. Maybe we’re going to have another H1N1 situation on our hands. All we can do until we know more is keep our hands clean while the doctors do their thing. Maybe start wearing surgical masks in the street; I’m not sure if my vanity could take that though. Are you really worried?”

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dcadwalking:

          IT ASTOUNDED HIM HOW QUICKLY he could get hurt. after all, he was jonah jacek. the underworld knew who he was, but it seemed that the members of his own fucking group didn’t. he didn’t know how so many idiots had been allowed in his gang in the four years he had been behind bars. he didn’t know how many faces had met his fist in the past month, but he knew this would be the fourth time that month he was in the emergency room. the first time, he had been able to pass off a story that he was a police officer. he played that nurse like a violin, weaving a story with the right words and well placed smiles. he grew up lying, it was the most dangerous weapon of all.

“not at all.” he answered, answering the nurse’s question and resting his bloody hands on the desk. they didn’t quite hurt anymore, but his knuckles were pretty worn out, as well as his cut palms. he didn’t even remember the other guy having a knife, but he remembered the swift pain he’d experienced. “i have, however, had contact with a criminal, so—” he shrugged.

“Unless the criminal is hot on your tail, then I’m not too concerned about that for now,” Rose says, surveying the damage. It’s not the first time she’s seen this cop in the emergency room. His beat must be in a rough area; either that, or he’s clumsy, but he carries himself with a certain confidence that doesn’t lend itself to easy accidents.

“Jeez, did your criminal bring a knife to a gunfight? That looks sore. I can get it all stitched up for you - I’m graduating in the summer so I’m not a fully qualified nurse, but I’ve passed all the necessary exams to offer stitches. You can wait for a doctor to become available if you’re more comfortable with that, but it might be a bit of a wait for you.” - she’s had to share this brief story of her life with every bit of minor treatment she’s been offering today. Something about liability, and patients needing to know whose care they are under.

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                  this year had been the most concentrated in chase’s exposure to drugs. he had been careful around them, since he had grown up around them. chase was intelligent enough to understand the consequences of consistent drug use, but in the present was able to rectify his conscious by blaming it on his inauspicious future (despite constant reassurance of his creative talents from those around him) and the pressure of completing his degree. chase could go weeks or even months without touching any drugs, just to prove a point. the frequency of exposure to substance increased just as those around him did. it hadn’t helped when a medical professional offered to help him in the wrong way, either. chase tells himself he’ll wait until the end of year parties are over, and he has his degree. there won’t be any need for drugs.

his emptied self-assurance canceled out any sincerity through his lack of self control. despite his ability to conceal his issue from even himself, to keep a charmingly shrewd demeanor at most times,  there was a slack growing within him evident in his actions alone. his paranoia had turned to distress, which had quickly turned to a ploy. if chase had been sitting in sinclair’s office even two months earlier, with a earnest woman replacing him he would’ve come clean, and yielded to the issue at hand. yet here he sat across from her, nodding along to her suggestions and rethinking a way to get access to the downers which would pacify his current uneven facade.

despite this, he could not escape how he felt about doing it. chase furrowed his brow for a second as he watched her reach for the device, but was just as quick to recall the illegitimacy from his customary visits and doesn’t think twice about a health check. amending his deceit through compliance seemed like a good idea. ❛  you can do whatever you want to me, doc. or, soon to be ?? i don’t really know how this works.  ❜ he shakes his head as he rolls up his sleeve.

‘You can do whatever you want to me, doc.’ ???

Damn whichever power it was that mandated long hair be worn up, because Rose could have really used her thick fall of dark hair to hide her embarrassed grin behind as she fastens the blood pressure cuff to Chase’s arm. She’s always sort of assumed that if someone makes a comment like that, they’re either just joking, or they hadn’t meant it as it had sounded. Either way, she’s still not got a response to hand for that sort of comment.

““Nurse,” she says, hoping her face isn’t red. “Soon to be nurse. But you can just call me Rose,”

Concentrating on inflating the cuff, and feeling incredibly grateful that it’s not her own flustered blood pressure being monitored, it’s now Rose not quite making eye contact. She needs to work on her people skills, she’s aware. There’s already been a few classes on dealing with harassment and difficult patients, but it was more focused on the creepy old men side of things - a side on which Chase is decidedly not. Jotting down a couple of numbers, she releases the cuff and hopes he doesn’t have a quip at the ready (or maybe she’s overthinking it and it was an offhand comment, and Rose needs to get out more), when she continues: “Okay, now if you could just hop onto the exam table and remove your shirt so that I can check your heart rate. Would you like a male member of staff to be present?” She’s yet to have a patient say yes to that, but they’re obliged to offer. Hopefully it’s a no, because it might be a while before she can find another nurse that’s able to sit in.

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This is why Rose doesn’t come to parties much. She doesn’t know anyone here, and she’s honestly pretty uncomfortable, and then this guy won’t leave her alone, so she decides that she’ll leave instead. It’s a bit chilly out, but at least the street is all but abandoned, but for the security guy on the door. She’s debating whether or not she wants to go back in (she spent a long time making her hair and makeup look pretty, and it seems like a waste to go home already), when the man seems to notice her discomfort. “Hm? Yeah, just hiding from a guy that couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t give him my number. I’m starting to think parties might not be my kind of thing.”

                   despite his status and job, adrien still often helped out friends when they requested someone to watch the door for smaller scale events. he stood, greeting and watching those who entered with watchful eyes. it went quiet, but he spotted a figure to the side of the entrance.  ❛  all good ??  ❜ he calls out to them, waving as they turn around. 

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“I wouldn’t worry too much. The flu virus is always evolving, usually just small antigenic drifts so we don’t even notice that the flu from last year is a little different to the flu from the year before. Sometimes it changes a lot more in a short space of time, that’s probably what’s happening now - especially with so many people refusing to vaccinate, these things happen a lot more easily.” This has been most of Rose’s day: flu talk. She was at a walk-in clinic offering flu shots after her classes, and  now she’s winding down with a coffee.

After reading a newspaper, she put it down with a slight thud on a counter of her favorite diner, making her coffee mug jiggle a bit, as she pondered on what she read about the theories regarding the flu. “So, this is not just a flu, huh?” It was not a crazy theory at all, it was most people’s guesses but what really bothered her was what made it not just a flu. 

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            he shifts slightly before moving back to sit across the desk, slumping into the seat and nods his head. chase, ready to leave, had close to given up on even making excuses about what to do, but there was a small part of him that still felt the need to protect any access he had to the doctor, as even if not admitted, he was one of the few that wouldn’t make him face his biggest vice. chase had been able to conceal his dependency from most, unless he was taken by surprise, such as in this situation.  

he keeps on thinking, as fast as his mind allows him to, for any excuse that could disguise his desperate needs. as the cogs in his mind turned, he watches her mannerisms in concentration, nodding along with her words. without noticing, had set a soft smile on his features. ❛   boy does that sound like fun if i’ve ever heard it, sad i missed it.  ❜ he lets out a soft laugh, finding comfort in her words despite the oncoming guilt he felt in her unfeigned concern. he sighs.  ❛  i mean you could say that, yeah.  ❜ he would only tell a white lie, since he did have trouble sleeping. despite his attempt to convince himself, chase found it hard to meet her eye. ❛  sinclair and i have tried a lot of things, i even went to do some sleep studies at this research place, but one thing usually works best. i’ve just been really stressed with college stuff.  ❜

He won’t meet Rose’s anxious gaze, but from his voice she supposes it must be because he’s embarrassed, and her heart swells for him. He’s got no need to be embarrassed, of course, but people often are embarrassed to talk about their health, and the only thing she can do is offer unconditional support without judgement. It’s hard with things involving pus and blood and fluids, but she’s already growing desensitised to those things; when a good looking guy comes in to talk about his sleep troubles, it borders on pleasant compared to her other tasks.

Some might say that Rose is naive; she’s always considered herself suspicious, bordering on paranoid, but she isn’t good at telling liars. Her guard would be a little stronger were he after painkillers, but she knows how college can weigh on a mind and steal sleep away. She does think it’s odd that he’s been on the sleep medication for so long, but she can only assume that Doctor Sinclair is monitoring it when Chase comes in for a refill - even if he’s not noted down what checks have been made. He has a face that’s easy to trust, and Rose doesn’t want to think the worst of him.

The vague, foggy voice of doubt doesn’t really matter, anyway: “Well, usually I’d say we encourage patients to try other methods before resorting to pills but it sounds like you’ve already tried. Unfortunately, I’m not qualified to write prescriptions, but I can submit your request to Doctor Sinclair and hopefully get it refilled in a day or so. Do you mind if I just do a few quick checks on your health?” she asks, reaching for the blood pressure cuff. Insomnia in itself isn’t a huge health risk, but prolonged sleep deprivation can lead to a whole host of nastiness. Besides, she’s sure Doctor Sinclair won’t write out a prescription if the patient hasn’t had a few basic checks.

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             it hadn’t been in chase’s original intention to show any true aspect of himself, as his visits with the doctor were best described as nonexistent ❜ transactions. it had been especially hard for him to exhibit his usual self-possessed nature under the candor of a narcotic bender, and the presence of the unfeigned, prepossessing nurse. the repercussion lead to what he quickly became aware of, or better described - paranoid of. his incessant rambling. ❛ yeah, i guess i do. my latest piece was about me totally embarrassing myself in front of this nurse who’s trying to do her job. think i might even get an oscar for it.  ❜ chase backtracks his words immediately, mentally rebuking but grinning brazenly at her.  

he reflects what to say for a moment as he faces the reality of the situation,  a panic quickly sets within him. there was no way to obtain the tranquilizers he needed to sleep without the illegitimacy of sinclair’s signature; and there was no way he would reveal that. be it to her or any other person who would get in the way of their business. he shakes his head at her words.  ❛  that’s a shame. i’m ━ not okay technically, but it’s a pretty complex situation. i only mention it because sinclair knows most of my medical history so…yeah. when will he be back ??  ❜ chase watches her reach to the keyboard, with his sensitivity to paranoia, he doesn’t move, but begins tapping his foot in reflex.  ❛   i ━ don’t worry…about me. i’m kind of overreacting anyway, i guess i just needed someone to talk to. ❜ he shakes his head as he scoffs lightly at himself again. ❛ i’ll just come back when he’s back. i don’t want to waste your time with my stupid medical problems, you’ve got a lot of flu to deal with. ❜ despite the swiftness of his words, there is a recognized hesitance in his tone.

"Don’t go,” she says, quick and soft, because she thinks she can see something dark and rotten eating away inside of Chase, and she’d never live with herself if she allowed him to walk out of the door without help. “Doctor Sinclair is booked solid today - overbooked, actually, so it might be a few days until you’re able to see him.”

As she speaks, she pulls up his file on the computer. The skill of focusing on the patient while still navigating the computer comes more naturally to Rose and other younger trainees than it does to older generations. “I know it’s hard to trust a stranger when you’ve been seeing the same doctor for years, but I promise I’ll do what I can to help. And for the record, you’ve not embarrassed yourself at all. I helped scrape out a foot-deep abscess from a woman’s asshole yesterday, so my threshold for weirdness is pretty high.” she continues, gaze drifting alternately between Chase, and the file up on the screen. Her brow furrows; it’s a long history, but it all reads the same. “Is it trouble sleeping, again, Chase?” she asks. Drug seeking behaviour isn’t unheard of; in fact, she’s been specifically warned about it. The thing is, it’s generally painkillers that people are after, not sleeping aids, so she’s a little unsure. Maybe he’s just got terrible insomnia.

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arianemorrison:

“i dunno if it actually helps, or if it’s more the reaction of taking time for yourself. y’know, giving yourself time to rest and stuff. whatever it is, i always feel better afterwards.” she clicked the lock on her car, listening for the beep. she never could remember where she parked. “you can, like, buy other ones, with like charcoal and stuff, but i think half the fun comes from making it? it’s like making food but kinda better? we can watch something on netflix too.”

“Fair enough,” Rose says, willing to take it at face value. “That sounds so good, like holy cow, it’s been months since I took some time to myself. Let’s do nails as well, it’s practically Christmas and I need more red glitter in my life.”

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forgetforcver:

(¸.• ♛ → She also works here so that’s why she was also bringing people, those that weren’t infected with the flu, the blonde looked at her “I was binging them in, they don’t have any contact with that and neither am I, I’m always careful with that”

“Good,” Rose says, relaxing into a smile. “Sorry, I’m pretty much on lookout duty right now to quarantine the flu sufferers. Is there anything I can do to help?” - Her tasks are still only vaguely outlined, and she’ll always jump in if someone more qualified than her needs assistance with any patients.

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angelwcthshotgun:

(¸.• ♛ → “Hell no, I’ve  been really careful” She told to the girl, right now she needed to be in a safe place, after everything, she couldn’t be infected, not after everything. A small sigh escaped from her lips, looking at the girl “This is a safe place, right?”

“Well, it’s a hospital. We’ve got all the medical  supplies, but we’ve also got every sick person in a twenty mile radius. So, ‘safe’ depends on how vulnerable you are to infection, I suppose,” Rose says with a soft smile.

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phelvns:

It’s not that Benji’s parents are bad people; Ulysses has spoken with both of them multiple times and the best word to describe them is harried. They both work long hours and have to juggle their shifts with raising their kids. Ulysses is sympathetic and is that one of them will call them back when they get the chance. In the mean time, Ulysses is fine with taking care of Benji.

They rest a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder. Benji is scared and in pain and Ulysses knows that. He’s just a kid, turning seven in a couple weeks. He curls into the touch, wanting comfort. It’ll be good when his parents can get there. “A little bit,” they respond to the nurse’s questions. “He said it really hurt and that he wanted his parents. He was able to put a little weight on it earlier but I carried him to the car and in here.”

This is one of the first times that Rose really has to pull up all of her training in her mind. Most of the patients she’s seen so far have been cut and dry, that’s definitely a burn, or that’s certainly a deep laceration, and she can redirect them accordingly. But if the kid has a sprain, he’ll just need an elastic compression wrap, but if it’s broken he’ll need a cast.

“Something’s definitely a little out of place,” she says, addressing both the kid, and Ulysses. Younger patients aren’t always the best at absorbing medical information, especially not when they’re in pain. She’s pretty sure he’s not in shock, just shocked - and there is a difference there. He won’t die of being shocked. “To see whether it’s broken or sprained, we’ll need to go for an X-Ray. Shouldn’t take too long, it looks busy here but most of our patients today are flu-related. Hang on and I’ll grab a wheelchair - bit easier than coach doing the fireman’s lift everywhere.” She nips around the corner to get the chair, parking it in front of the kid. “Alright, Benji, can you stand on your strong foot? Lean on me if you like,” she offers with a supportive smile.

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alycsha:

A wary one. Alyosha has a love-hate relationship with these ones – love because they provide some much needed interest after a day of fools, hate because they’re rarely that profitable. Still, his expression doesn’t falter at her hesitance. “I wouldn’t call it luck really… I lay three cards on the table, you just have to follow the ace as I shuffle them and pick it when I’m done.”

Ah, she’s heard of games like this. It seems so easy, but he’ll move the cards about so quick Rose won’t even notice him shifting them about under his hand, so it looks like the ace is in the middle, but actually it’s on the left. “What if I shuffle them and you pick the ace?” she asks; not because she’s got any skill at sleight of hand and thinks she’ll trick him. But Rose doesn’t really like losing and it seems like less of a loss if you’re the shuffler and the opponent picks the ace, than if you’re the opponent and you don’t pick the ace.

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“Oh,” Rose’s face falls, a mirror for his, as she looks at the greasy bag. She could never eat a burger. The smell is so tempting, but she’d never forgive herself the calories. “I’m so sorry, my mom does this sometimes. She… wants to make sure I’m eating enough. It… it’s usually paid for? Or I can give you the cash. Eat them if you like, I already had dinner.” Albeit dinner had consisted of a bowl of romaine lettuce with half an avocado and some lemon juice squeezed over it.

His face fell. “What you mean, you haven’t ordered anything?” Rohan frowned, his skin lined with confusion as he glanced down towards the neglected burgers. “Man, don’t make me drive back there–my boss is gonna freak.”