Capt. Babs Greenling (is a ray of f'ing sunshine) (bite_sized) wrote in remains_rpg,
Liv x Babs
It was a bit shameless, eating twice in one day at a food truck -- especially when Austin only had one food truck and they would likely learn her face quite quickly -- but Olivia didn't really care. It was a food truck, after all, with real hamburgers and amazingness, actual cheese and non-dehydrated potatoes and each bite felt like she had died and gone to burger heaven.
So after lunch with Maizie, which had quickly devolved into lunch with Nick while he lectured at her about her future, Olivia decided: hey, why not go again for an early dinner? Babs was up for leaving the health department, too, which was like, a really good sign, considering everything. She spotted the woman easily in the parking lot, her dog next to her, and grinned at the prospect of some of her favorite company -- and yes, anticipation of more burgers. The whole thing, coupled with her upcoming move out of the LBJ, was almost enough for her to be totally happy again.
After getting their burgers just in time before the truck closed up for the day, Olivia took a seat on an empty folding chair. "I could get used to this," she said, taking a big bite.
Leaving the clinic was changing things for Babs. She wasn’t in bed 24/7 anymore, she was learning more about the new life Austin was adjusting to. And while that was all good, and while she looked forward to working with more people medically, she wasn’t sure how much she liked being away from Olivia. Because while in bed, they’d bonded. Throwing cards into a hat. Olivia reading to Babs. Talking about being a college athlete. Now, up and about, that was harder to do.
She didn’t want to lose Olivia.
She sniffed the burger, as if checking it.
“I keep waiting to wake up in a sweat in the clinic,” she said, before taking a bite of her own. Kaleo laid down next to her, eyes fixed on the truck.
"But we're past that stage. Right?" Babs would know better than Olivia, of course, considering her training and knowledge. Meanwhile, all Olivia had to go off on was a vague understanding about fast-twitch versus slow-twitch and how they applied to her running, as well as the fact that she hated having colds.
"I know the feeling, though. Like thinking that you're still there, even though you've gotten the all clear or whatever applies in your situation." It had been five months -- God, had it really been that long? -- since Olivia had gotten her cast off, and she still half-expected to see it when she looked down at her ankle.