Interrupt Sofia’s confession to Miguel’s evil twin’s cousin and I will fuck you up.

[salylimon]

WHO: Emi, Natalia, Martín, Luciano (am I missing anyone-?)
WHEN: June 20th, Sunday evening.
WHERE: Florence Memorial Hospital
WHAT: Paging Dr. Tincho - oh, hay, my soap is on.

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[here_comes_the]

They said there was a first time for everything. Now, Natalia didn’t know who they were (if she did, they would learn the lesson of not talking about her via vivisection) but even she conceded that this was true

Ay, doctor~~

[salylimon]

"If she did that, the show would finish way too early," Emiliana responded, not bothering to glance at the other woman. "Anyway, wouldn't that be too easy? And messy? And-oh, guess Josefina went with poisoning Yessica's food rather than shoving her down the stairs."

One dramatic inner monologue later and Emi was reclining back against her too-small pillow as the novela faded into commercials. The earlier drowsiness from the drugs had long since faded, leaving her with nothing more than a horrible headache and and irritating soreness. Maybe she could ask one of the nurses for something not as strong - she really didn't need to miss anymore of this novela. W-What if Sofía finally confessed to Miguel?!

Finger pressed against the 'call' button beside her bed, Emi spared a wary glance toward Natalia as a male nurse in blue scrubs waltzed in with a small cup of water and two pills. Maybe they wouldn't be as stro-ah, no. Head falling back with a soft thump, Emi vaguely heard the nurse say something about a "doctor

AY DID SOMEBODY CALL A DOCTOR?

[no_llores]

"Escalpelo," he commanded hoarsely, and at his elbow another doctor had stoically presented a metal tray. Perspiration dotted her face, and it was only then he was aware of the sweat trickling down his brow, tickling under his collar. Blood slicked his gloves up to his forearms, and he was careful to not let the instrument slip as his fingers delicately picked up a smaller blade

[amor_carnival]

Out of breath the dark male slammed his hand on to the reception desk at the hospital. A panicked look upon his face was he wheezed out butchered sentences in Portuguese. The nurse raised a brow pushing a strand of her dyed blond hair behind her ear. She looked around not knowing what to make of the disoriented male barely hanging off her desk. Luciano however ignored her looks of confusion and continued to lazily move his arms up and down trying to convey a message. This only seemed to irritate the nurse. "Sir... Take a deep breath and then I can help you," she said as if speaking to a child. He gave a glare and took in a half breath setting his hand over his chest.

"Emi....D-de....L-leon..." he huffed through parted breaths. The nurse's lips thinned into a line and she sighed. Seeing it pointless to conversant with someone who could barely breath she wrote the room number down on a sheet of paper and handed it to him. Luciano looked down and snatched the paper from her hand. Finally! He thought inwardly and sped off down the hall

[here_comes_the]

Natalia did not even spare a quick sideways glance towards the new and instantly annoying visitors. She didn’t expect any of her own and she had no patience for any of the pastels or the ones in long white coats. No good came from them except perhaps the drugs that made her unnaturally calm, so why should she deign to give them her attention? The television set depicting the scene of another murder victim (this time with a stiletto embedded into what seemed to be a delivery boy who had seen too much) was deserving of her attention far more.

And yet the noises from the other side of the room was starting to become irksome, and if it continued to be so, Natalia would take matters into her own hands - restrained though they may be.

[salylimon]

The sudden arrival of their doctor had irked Emi some, but it wasn't the end of the world. Oh, no. Her roommate suddenly barreling through the door with one of her sandals in a bag, however, was. But for her? Of course not. For Luciano? Most likely.

...also, did the idiot just smack their doctor in the face while flailing? Jesus fucking Christ. Scowling, Emi yanked the bag out of Luciano's hand and settled it against her side as she kept herself from staring back at the television. Judging from the sounds blaring from across the room, she had just missed someone being shoved down the stairs. Fantastic.

Arms crossed over her chest and glare in place, Emi stared at the groveling brunette. "You're about, what, three days late? I don't want to deal with you right now," she muttered.

Glancing back at the blond in the room, she quirked an eyebrow. "Ignore this idiot. But, right. You're to check up on us, er, doctor Fernández? Yes?"