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[jacobhartland]

LOCATION: Denver Health Medical Center.

STATUS: Closed. ( @xallmywolvesx )

Jacob had been sitting at of one of the computers behind the nurses' station, refreshing the screen before him while he waited for the MRI scans he had ordered almost an hour ago to be uploaded. According to the sleep deprived, and over-caffinated surgical resident who had paged him down to the Emergency Room, the patient had been brought into the hospital after experiencing some cardiac symptoms. The initial exam had revealed a midsystolic murmur, which only meant that this patient had a heart defect. However, they needed to run a few more tests to confirm the diagnosis, and decide how to proceed; radiology was backed up that day, but when was it not? Jake let out a rather exasperated sigh as he ran a hand through the disheveled locks of his hair, leaning back in his seat as he stared at the screen as though it would make the scans magically appear. "I can feel you hovering, Mel..." He called out to the older woman, his lips curling into a rather tired smile as he twirled around in his seat to meet her gaze.

[avelineblanchet]

FOR     :      @jacobhartland     ／     TIME     :     wednesday, 2pm     ／     LOCATION     :     parton general

aveline herself didn’t care for doctors. unlike her mother, she neither wanted their attention nor pity. she’d spent too much time seeing a variety of medical professionals in her childhood: pediatricians, radiologists, neurologists, allergists. a series of men and women in white coats poking and prodding without abandon. she’d felt like a bug underneath a microscope.

but even so, a fever of 105 warranted a trip to the hospital, so rosy-cheeked and head ringing, she dragged herself to parton general.

sitting in the waiting room with a pounding head, aveline looks up as someone calls out her name. they say it ave-line instead of ave-leen, and she rolls her eyes, standing to meet the doctor. it’s a woman, which doesn’t bother her so much as the fact that she reminds her of her mother, and her stomach turns in her stomach. “no,” she says to herself, taking a step back. “is there anyone else i can see? someone that’s… not you?” aveline looks over the doctor’s shoulder, feeling her cheeks heat up. “what about him?”

[jacobhartland]

LOCATION: Jacob's penthouse, Cherry Creek.

STATUS: Closed. ( @fadedstarsfms )

Jacob rarely invited anyone over to his penthouse, considering how private he often considered himself to be. But after splurging out on a Viking double oven purely in order to fuel his stress-baking, Bianca had been the first person he had wanted to call. "So, I think it's about time we christened this new Viking, don't you think?" He asked the other, motioning towards his brand new oven. He had laid out all of the ingredients they needed for this impromptu baking session, and his mother's personal chef's recipe for the Bakewell Tart pulled up on his phone. Jake had always taken pride in his knowledge of British desserts, and he had been eager to introduce his friend to his some of his childhood favourites. All that was left to do was bake.