Olivia Jensen is on her way to ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ғᴀsᴛ (sprinted) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-10-28 15:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [10] october, lalita singh, olivia jensen |
Who: Olivia Jensen and Dr. Lita Singh
Where: The UMCB -- an examination room and then Lita's apartment
When: Backdated to 10/8/15, 5:11PM
What: All the unhappy patients go to Dr. Singh.
“I don’t want to use those.” It was a petulant complaint, she knew, and she didn’t even need to look up at Lita’s face to see how poorly it was received. The fact remained, though, that crutches would mean this was real. That two of the bones in her ankle were really broken, that she was staying overnight in a fucking hospital because she apparently needed medical supervision. Maybe if she tried a little harder, wished a little more, maybe she could will the whole day away. The cast on her leg was already itchy. She glared at it, willing it off even though it had only just gone on a few minutes ago, and then directed the full brunt of it up towards Lita. “So can we just—” A voice echoed in her head then: Mira estos bonitos juguetes que encontramos. Olivia cut herself off and she swallowed hard, her gaze dropping down to her hands. Lita had said that her ribs were bruised; each breath sent a ripple of pain up and down her side as she tried to shove the memories away. “I don’t get why I have to stay here tonight,” she said abruptly, switching from the subject of her crutches to her imprisonment. Her voice sounded pathetic and small even to her own ears. “Can’t I just go back to the LBJ with Savannah and Day? Please?” As much as she liked Lita, had gotten to know her well during that awful time after Gray’s death when the two of them had been keeping an eye on their friends in the Oval Office, Olivia couldn’t bear the idea of receiving any kind of special treatment as a result of what had happened. Even if the ‘special treatment’ consisted of legitimate medical care and company. |