RP Log | Sick
*Pediatricians Waiting Room*
Millie Logan: Oh. No. Just her.
Isabel Logan Yeah, I habba co'd.
Isabel Logan *big feelsorryforme eyes*
Alex Eames: I can tell. I hope you feel better *is very sorry for her*
Ellie Eames*watching Isabel*
Isabel Logan Hi, BabyEllie.
Millie Logan: Don't get too close, Isa.
Isabel Logan >:
Alex Eames: Yeah, little Ellie doesn't want the germs.
Ellie Eames*babbles*
Isabel Logan *sniffles* I don' hab germs.
Millie Logan: Yeah, you do.
Isabel Logan *sadface*
Alex Eames: Ah, don't worry- the doctor will cure you.
Millie Logan: *sighs, brushes Isa's hair back with a hand*
Alex Eames: *to Millie* How're things?
Ellie Eames: *babbling to Isbael*
Millie Logan: Ahh, they're okay. Just tired. She's been up coughing during the night.
Alex Eames: *sorry face* Not fun, for any of you.
Millie Logan: No, or for Mike.
Isabel Logan *clinging to Millie*
Alex Eames: How long has she been sick now?
Millie Logan: A few days. She's getting better - just the cough part is hard to shake. *rubs Isa's back*
Alex Eames: *nods* It's usually the last to go.
Isabel Logan *big sniffle*
Millie Logan: *wipes her nose* And the boogers.
Alex Eames: Yeah. *flat* Fun.
Isabel Logan I got boogers. *nods, serious*
Alex Eames: I really really believe that. *imitates her serious nod*
Isabel Logan BabyEllie sick?
Alex Eames: No, she just has to have a check up to make sure she's doing okay.
Isabel Logan *confused look*
Alex Eames: All babies have to.
Isabel Logan Babies go'da doctor.
Alex Eames: Yes, they do. But she's not afraid of the doctor.
Isabel Logan Doctor poop.
Alex Eames: *laughs*
Ellie Eames*not afraid because she doesn't know what's gonna happen*
Isabel Logan *nods* Pooop. Poop, poop.
Alex Eames: I take it that's your favourite word?
Ellie Eames *trying to say the sound*
Isabel Logan Doctor is poop. Sick is poop.
Alex Eames: *chuckles* You'll be okay.
Ellie Eames *concentrating on trying to say poop*
Isabel Logan *squirming* I see Dora on TV.
Ellie Eames *gives up and looks up at Alex* mama-dada
Isabel Logan She say Mama an' Daddy.
Alex Eames: She does, but she gets confused as to which is mama which is dada. *laughs* *lifts Ellie up and gives her a hug*
Isabel Logan *grins* Mami, Baby Ellie says things.
Millie Logan*laughs*
Alex Eames: *smiles* *finding this amusing but is proud of her baby*
Millie Logan: Yes, you were a little baby who didn't say things once, too.
Isabel Logan Nah. I talk. I'ma big girl.
Millie Logan: *snort* Yeah. A loud, noisy girl.
Isabel Logan: *squinchy fake-mad face*
Millie Logan *makes it back at her*
Isabel Logan *coughy laughter*
Alex Eames: *holds Ellie up on her knee so she 'standing' and then bounces her*
Alex Eames: *smirks at Isabel and Millie* She was never quiet, I refuse to believe it.
Millie Logan: Even before she talked, she was noisy.
Alex Eames: *laughs*
Ellie Eames *giggling and trying to bounce herself*
Alex Eames: I'll bet she was.
Isabel Logan *sticks her tongue out*
Alex Eames: *smirks*
Isabel Logan *grins back at her*
Alex Eames: *grins at her*
Alex Eames: *they call out Ellie's name and Alex takes Ellie in to see the doctor and get her check up*
Alex Eames: *and vaccinations*
Millie Logan: *they get called shortly after that and Isa gets seen*
Alex Eames: *comes out after some time, Ellie is all red-faced and teary eyed, visibly upset, and Alex has to sit down so she can try to comfort her*
Millie Logan: *coming out with Isa, who is happy in that she has a sucker, and Millie is happy because they've been given a prescription for stronger cough syrup*
Ellie Eames*crying like there's no tomorrow*
Alex Eames: *rocking her and trying to soothe her*
Isabel Logan *big eyes* Mami, Ellie cries. *tugging at Millie, worried*
Millie Logan: She does...poor baby.
Isabel Logan Yah she is a po' baby.
Alex Eames: *nods at them, sad faced, too* She is, she didn't like the injections so much.
Isabel Logan Don' cry, BabyEllie.
Ellie Eames*still crying, clinging onto Alex, who's trying to put the coat back on Ellie*
Alex Eames: *to Isabel* She'll be okay.
Isabel Logan *waves at Ellie*
Ellie Eames*after a little while, her crying is reduced to sniffles*
Millie Logan: Tell Ellie and Auntie Alex bye, Isa.
Isabel Logan No, we don't go.
Millie Logan: Millie:....first you didn't wanna come, now you don't wanna leave....
Alex Eames: *laughs* It's okay, Isabel. We're technically leaving too, gonna go get some lunch. *amused*
Isabel Logan I like lunch.
Millie Logan: *facepalm*
Alex Eames: *amused look at Millie*
Millie Logan: Yeah, you got lunch at home.
Isabel Logan >: I wan' lunch now.
Millie Logan: And I want a good little girl who's not bossy.
Alex Eames: *stands up, once she's got Ellie wrapped up, and smirks at them* I suggest you both start wishing on stars *mostly to Millie*
Ellie Eames: *sniffles and rubs her face, frustrated*
Isabel Logan Lunch, lunch, lunch. *and then has a revelation* Lunch like Munsh. *to Millie* Unc'a Munsh.
Millie Logan: .......
Alex Eames: She's going to eat John Munch?
Alex Eames: *raised brow*
Alex Eames: Let's go, Ellie, before we get gobbled up, too. *joking*
Millie Logan: *shakes her head* She realized that 'lunch' sounds like 'Munch'. *snort*
Isabel Logan I wan' lunch.
Millie Logan: I *know*.
Alex Eames: I knew that's what she meant, I was kidding. But I am gonna have to go. I'll see you both later. *smiles*
Alex Eames: Bye Isa
Alex Eames: *adjusting Ellie, who is still upset*
Isabel Logan *sniffles* 'Bye, AnnieAlex. *waves at Ellie* Bye, Ellie. You not be sick.
Alex Eames: Get better, Isabel. *gives her a little wave*
Alex Eames: *to Millie* See you later.
Millie Logan: See you. Hope she isn't too traumatized. *little smile*
Alex Eames: So do I.
Alex Eames: *returns the smile*
Alex Eames: Thanks.
Alex Eames: *leaves*