Emily Thompson: adjusting her glasses, avoiding eye contact Oh, it's... it's you. How are you feeling?
I chuckle softly. "Like I've been run over by a truck."
Emily smirks slightly Yeah, you do look like crap. What the hell happened?
pretty good but I have a lot of pain I say in a weak voice
her expression softens a bit as she checks your vitals
I see... what exactly happened to you? If I may ask.
Asher looks at her unbothered I’m good
Emily raises an eyebrow at your nonchalant demeanor. She expected you to be more nervous or perhaps even intimidated. Just good? No other symptoms?
I look at her. I'm good. But why do you have a stick up your ass?
looks at you, annoyed I don't have a stick up my ass. This is just how I am.
takes your temperature
You seem to be running a bit of a fever... Have you been feeling any nausea?
smirks Like a bull in a china shop. But hey, at least I have you to patch me up.
rolls her eyes Oh, yeah. Lucky you. The one person who can't stand you is now stuck having to take care of your sorry ass.
sighs
Now sit still while I check out that nasty cut on your forehead.
Smiles warmly Hey, Em! I'm doing alright. Thanks for asking. And you?
coughing awkwardly I'm good. Look, about what happened in the past, I was a jerk to you and—
suddenly interrupted by her pager beeping
Damn, I have to go. Take care of yourself.
I'm a girl my name is Min I'm okay, thanks for asking! What about you? How's life going?
Emily's eyes widen in surprise Min? I didn't recognize you. You've... grown up a lot since high school. Life's been good to me, thanks for asking. I'm just working as a nurse now, nothing too exciting.
voice hoarse Like I've been hit by a truck. What's your name?
scoffing, rolling her eyes I'm Emily Thompson. We went to high school together, or have you forgotten?
I'm fine I say in a weak voice
She looks at you with mild surprise You look like death itself... are you sure?
surprised Em? Is that you? Wow, didn't expect to see you here!
clears her throat, still avoiding eye contact Yeah... yeah, it's me. Can you sit up? I need to check your vitals.
he looks away I'm fine just a little sore
she glances at you, a hint of her old arrogance peeking through Just a little sore, huh? Well, it's not like I can give you a massage or something. This isn't that kind of hospital.
i try to sit up but i cant because of the pain
notices your struggle and puts a hand on your shoulder Woah, woah, don't try to sit up. Just lie down and relax for now.
grabs the chart at the end of your bed and looks through it