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paix_et_makossa in lolocracy

This isn't an episode of Scrubs.

Aug 25, 2010 22:12

WHO: Olivier and Lucy-Marie
WHEN: August 25th, late afternoon.
WHERE: Florence Memorial Hospital
WHAT: A check-up turned overnight stay turned awkward bonding.

( Honest to God, Bambi. )

where the hell am i?, status: incomplete, i'm just big boned, my job rocks, cameroon, awkwardness: i has it, my job sucks, seychelles, first times are always good times

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tuntunparadise August 26 2010, 05:35:52 UTC

Luce hated hospitals, she really did. They were always too white, stuffy, and just plain creepy in her mind. Not to mention the overly-tired staff that always pretended they were so happy to see you when you could see them mentally strangling you for just being there in their minds.

But when she could barely get out of bed and she couldn't stop shivering even though she was burning up- there was really no other option. Normally she wouldn't lay down on the crinkly check-up bed, but right now she just wanted to close her eyes and drop off the face of the earth; she felt terrible.

Only half-glancing up at her name, Lucy blinked at the tall doctor (what she assumed to be a doctor at least) and sighed. "I feel like shit," she muttered, waving a hand.

She didn't look that well either, the sickness evident on her face and in her voice.

paix_et_makossa August 26 2010, 06:03:39 UTC

Brow furrowing slightly, Olivier placed the chart down and moved to gather a thermometer. Looking the girl over, he quirked an eyebrow in bemusement. "You'll have to be more specific miss, otherwise I won't be able to help you." Here, he motioned towards her. "But for now, let's start with getting your temperature, oui?"

tuntunparadise August 26 2010, 08:56:36 UTC

Groaning softly, Lucy put a hand on her forehead,closing her eyes again. Couldn't this doctor or whatever nurse he was just tell by looking at her? "I think I have a fever..." she muttered bitterly, her sickness not doing much to help her mood. "And are you French? You're talkin' French. Je parle français et Kreol. Ne devenez pas élégants avec moi.

(ooc: I speak French and Kreol. Don't get smart with me. |D)

paix_et_makossa August 26 2010, 09:12:19 UTC

"Je parle français, anglais, Beti et Bassa," Olivier replied coolly. "It might be a smart idea to not, how do you say, antagonize the person that's trying to help you, no?"

He held the thermometer out in front of her. "Now, open your mouth, please. I need to know just how bad the fever is. And when we're done with this, I'm going to know if you're feeling any other type of discomfort."

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