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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 10, 2009 21:55:04 GMT -7
...Dried Mango.
The last thing that Sierra had eaten before she woke up in the hospital surrounded by everyone and no-one at the same time. By the sounds and the pains that her stomach was rehershing it was time for something more to eat - something a little heavier. The only trouble was that she didn't know if she'd be able to keep anything down for a while, or at least until she found a bathroom. Which was why she was currently standing in the middle of the cafeteria with nothing but an apple in her hand. She hadn't paid for it... yet, she was going to. Sierra just needed to remember which pocket she had shoved her change int-- it took her all of five minutes to realise that she was in her pyjama's; hardly able to store money when they lacked pockets. With a sigh, Sierra stared pointedly at the floor as she made her way over to the place where she had picked the apple up. |
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 11, 2009 8:27:03 GMT -7
Angel was in the caf looking for something to eat, having forgotten to bring a lunch with her. Shaking her head at her forgetfulness, she made her way through the line to find something decent to eat. After picking up a sandwich she thought looked good, she moved over to pick up some fruit. She had noticed a young blond girl take an apple and move towards the cash, only to realize she didn't have any money. Not one to let anyone go hungry, Angel picked up a banana and moved towards the girl. "The apple's on me." She smiled politely, hoping not to scare the poor girl. |
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 12, 2009 2:57:22 GMT -7
Just as she was about to put the apple back down in the place that she had got it from, Sierra heard footsteps behind her an wheeled around automatically, startled pants. Shaking her head at her own mood, she looked at the apple and then looked at the woman in front of her. The apple's on me. Really? Someone was going to buy something for her? "I, er..." What was she going to say, this woman looked like some kind of official hospital person. "Thanks." she whispered, picking the apple back up and looking at the floor, making a mental note to pay her back for the apple when she found her money. |
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 12, 2009 8:08:39 GMT -7
"Hey no problem." Angel smiled. She motioned for the young girl to come with her to the cash. looking the young girl over again, she noticed the gown she was wear, so it was clear to see that she was a patient here. "I'm Dr. Angel Fraser." Angel smiled politely. Getting to the cash, she handed the lady some money. "The apple's on my bill as well." She added, making sure she had the exact change needed. "Come, I have a little time to sit and eat, why don't you join me?" She invited, motioning towards the many tables that lined the cafeteria.
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 12, 2009 14:11:54 GMT -7
Sierra simply nodded when the woman in front of her told her 'no problem'. What was there for her to do now but walk back to the cash register with her and have the apple paid for since she had no obvious money of her own. Sierra wasn't even all that hungry in the first place. I'm Dr. Angel Fraser. Oh, so she did have a name, the blonde was beginning to wonder if they let just about anyone and everyone in the hospital, apparently not; there were Doctors around, she just didn't have one... yet. Slowly walking behind the one called Angel, Sierra held her apple tightly in her hands, keeping her hands close to her chest, avoiding any and all contact with the other people around her that she could. When she was invited to sit and eat with the Doctor, Sierra didn't want to be rude, but on the other hand she wanted to get back to her room avoiding the contact like she had done on her way here. She sighed and nodded, following the Doctor to one of the tables, clutching the apple to her chest tightly. "Sierra," she whispered, very, very quietly. |
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 12, 2009 14:23:49 GMT -7
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Sierra." Angel smiled as she settled down at one of the tables. This girl seemed a little off in Angel's mind. Maybe she was a mental patient? She shook her head, trying not to think of the poor girl like that. "So where are you staying? I'm guessing you're a patient." She said, shrugging. She opened her sandwich bag and took one half. Nibbling on it, she looked over at Sierra. "Are you going to eat your apple?"
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 12, 2009 14:38:50 GMT -7
Sierra nodded and seated herself down at the table, folding one of her arms across her chest while she leaned the other on top of the table, elbow down. The apple half way to her mouth. So where are you staying? Good question, where wasn't she staying? Sierra had been to see so many different people that she wasn't sure whether she was staying or going. "I.. I think it's cardiology, but... but maybe with Dr. House. I don't know." All her words thus far had been a whisper. Sierra took a bite on her apple and chewed at it thoughtfully. |
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 12, 2009 14:57:06 GMT -7
"If you were cardiology, then I'd probably know about it, considering I am the head of that department." Angel said politely. Of course, her doctors could sometimes be lax in telling her all the new cases, but she learned eventually anyways. "Dr. House, he's diagnostics. If he's on the case you're in good hands." Angel smiled. She was glad the young woman was eating. It was good to eat when you needed food. "Do you know why you were admitted?" She inquired between bites of her sandwich.
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 12, 2009 15:05:19 GMT -7
"Oh, I think it was oncology, but I've seen Dr. House too." Sierra explained, keeping her voice as a whisper while she chewed on the small piece of apple in her mouth. "A lot of things, a truck load, a barge load... a erm, airplane load." Sierra looked down at the table and pushed herself outwards a little. Big mistake that was. As soon as she did that someone walked into the back of her. At the small amount of pressure applied to her body and she tensed up. Sierra dropped her apple and curled herself inwards, a small gasp escaped her lip and she bit down on them to stop herself from crying out. She hated people touching her, with a passion. |
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 12, 2009 15:32:06 GMT -7
Angel's ears perked up when she mentioned Oncology. She bit back a smile at the mere thought of Wilson. She had to strain to hear the poor girl, she was talking so softly. "Well, as I said, Dr. House is very good at his job. He'll be able to get you better in no time. Same with Dr. Wilson, head of Oncology." She said, nodding her head. She watched as the scene unfolded infront of her. The apple dropping, Sierra curling up. "Sierra? Are you alright?" She asked, worried. They were surrounded by doctors so it wasn't as if anything serious would happen, but she was worried none the less.
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 12, 2009 21:17:16 GMT -7
Okay, so she had got the two mixed up; was there a problem there? If there was then Sierra sure didn't seem to know about it, she just thought that hospital terms sounded funny; yet she knew almost as much about her condition as the doctors did. Courtesy of spending most of her life in one. "I'm sure he is." she mumbled, biting into the apple for a second time before the person stumbled into her and she curled up into the table, chewing on her lip. "I'm, she started, looking up and keeping the uncontrollable urge to yell or throw something under control, "fine."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 13, 2009 18:01:01 GMT -7
Angel watched Sierra with a watchful eye. "You don't look fine. You look as if you're in pain and want to scream." She stated. "Maybe we should get you back to your room." She said, putting her sandwich down. It was the doctors instinct kicking in at the moment, and she wanted to make sure this girl was ok. She looked up and cast a glare at the person who was going back at forth behind Sierra, and the male nurse skittered off. "So what brings you to Princeton Plainsboro?" She inquired, hoping maybe changing the subject would help relax the poor girl.
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 14, 2009 17:35:30 GMT -7
"I want to scream, but I can hold it in for a while. I'd rather not scream in front of lots of other people and make a fool of myself." Sierra mumbled, uncurling herself and placing her hands, palm down, on the table. "I just... just don't like it when people touch me." she added, looking down at her hands and counting numbers under her breath. So what brings you to Princeton Plainsboro? Sierra ceased her counting and looked up, at the Doctor. "How long have you got?" she inquired with a raise of her eyebrow. Sierra had a whole list of diagnosed ailments to her name, most of them required medication - something she hated, more than her parents.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 14, 2009 18:03:51 GMT -7
"Oh.." Angel said softly, biting her lower lip. "Just take some deep breathes, that will help." She offered, watching the girl infront of her do just that. "Besides, I'm sure you wouldn't look like a fool. Worse has probably happened in this hospital." She shrugged. She raised an eyebrow however when Sierra inquired how long Angel had. "I've got a while. I don't have any patients lined up right now and if they need me for anything I'm sure they'll page me." She answered, settling in. "Please, go on." She added, doctor's curiosity getting the better of her.
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 14, 2009 18:08:40 GMT -7
Sierra nodded, doing just that. Well, actually she was counting under her breath and thinking about the last time that someone had decided to touch her. It hadn't been pretty, maybe she had anger issues, maybe not. Maybe she was just having abandonment issues. "Okay, well, to start with I have Lukemia and I've had it since I was younger, can't really remember the age I was diagnosed with it I just know that I've had it for a while." Sierra looked down at her hands and then back up at Angel. "I also have Obssesive Compulsive Disorder - the thing I'm doing with my hands and the muttering under my breath? - That's part of it. Also, I have Social Personality Disorder, Autism and encase you hadn't already guessed; I absolutely loathe being touched."
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