(no subject)
Who: Oliver and Lisa
Where: Their Oliver's flat
When: Evening of Nov. 16 - Morning of Nov. 17
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for hardcore pooping
Summary: Dr. Lisa makes a house call.
Although Oliver had told her not to, Lisa had worried throughout the rest of the day. She hated that she had to leave Oliver alone when he was sick. She wished she could have raced home as soon as he told her he wasn't feeling well. Lisa could only hope that Francie and A Streetcar Named Desire had kept him good company.
Her assistant had gotten to go home early that night, as she learned that doing the work on her own was much easier than working with him and listening to him gossip. He was worse than a 14-year old girl. If it hadn't been for Lisa kicking him out, she would have probably been home at least an hour later than she was. She got off at seven, went back to her flat and changed (she had worn her white outfit that day in hopes of Oliver stopping by and testing out her new desk) before going home-- or rather, Oliver's flat. She had changed into a tank top and sweat pants.
She apparated to their flat (she wouldn't kid herself any more, it was theirs whether he liked it or not) and carried a weekends worth of clothes and other things with her. She was greeted by Francie, thankful to see that she wasn't green (or else she would have to kill George, and she was still waiting for that crate of potion), but only stayed with Francie long enough to give her a treat.
Francie was fine with that, though, and instead of going back to her bed, she led Lisa to the bedroom and curled up on the floor next to the bed. She hardly paid attention to Francie, though, because she was too busy dropping her clothes on the bed and crawling in, moving to Oliver, who sat there in the fetal position. That worried her a bit more than she already was.
"You poor baby," she said sympathetically, kissing the side of his head and rubbing his back. She couldn't see his face very well, but she was sure that he looked miserable. The bedroom lights were off, and the only light provided was from the bathroom. She wanted to hug him, but she was scared to move him, she had no idea what to expect from him. "What is it, love?"