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WHO: Owen Harper & Veronica Mars.
WHAT: Someone is ill. Owen is a doctor. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this one out.
WHERE: Veronica's room
WHEN: After this
RATING: PG
STATUS: COMPLETE
Owen wasn't sure what to make of this place yet, and he was even less sure what to make of the fact that he was now alive. It had been odd, arriving on the island and slipping into consciousness just as he felt all of his organs slowly start working again. His lungs had been the first that he'd realized where working as it became ultimately clear not more than a few seconds after he had opened his eyes that the burning in his chest that hadn't been present for so long had returned, and he had to take a rather large gulp of air in order to alleviate himself of the pain. Pain was another thing that he had realized was present when he'd tried to get up by pushing himself off of his bad hand. His heart beat had been the third, and he was slowly tallying things which he had become used to not having to do back onto the list of his daily schedule.
Even as that had confused him, his instincts were still the same. When he had seen a post on the boards asking if anyone else felt ill, he couldn't just ignore it when he could have do something to help. And that was why he was letting himself into a perfect stranger's room right now, looking over at the young blond (she couldn't have been much older than eighteen, if that) and offered her a slight smile.
"So... Exactly what's the issue?"
WHAT: Someone is ill. Owen is a doctor. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this one out.
WHERE: Veronica's room
WHEN: After this
RATING: PG
STATUS: COMPLETE
Owen wasn't sure what to make of this place yet, and he was even less sure what to make of the fact that he was now alive. It had been odd, arriving on the island and slipping into consciousness just as he felt all of his organs slowly start working again. His lungs had been the first that he'd realized where working as it became ultimately clear not more than a few seconds after he had opened his eyes that the burning in his chest that hadn't been present for so long had returned, and he had to take a rather large gulp of air in order to alleviate himself of the pain. Pain was another thing that he had realized was present when he'd tried to get up by pushing himself off of his bad hand. His heart beat had been the third, and he was slowly tallying things which he had become used to not having to do back onto the list of his daily schedule.
Even as that had confused him, his instincts were still the same. When he had seen a post on the boards asking if anyone else felt ill, he couldn't just ignore it when he could have do something to help. And that was why he was letting himself into a perfect stranger's room right now, looking over at the young blond (she couldn't have been much older than eighteen, if that) and offered her a slight smile.
"So... Exactly what's the issue?"