As The Blonde Spoke, Julia Noted Down A Couple Of Things On Her IPad With The Apple Pen She Had To Go

“Are you a chef?” Well she certainly did know a lot about spices and things. Then again Julia would think someone adding anything other than salt and pepper was impressive since she rarely ate anything home cooked these days. Due to lack of time mostly, but skill as well. Picking up something on her way home from work she could shove in her mouth before passing out or doing more work was far easier in the doctor’s opinion. As they arrived at the counter she ordered her bagel, tapping her phone to pay, and gesturing to the other to place her order straight after. Taking a step back to allow her the space to do so. “Are you a big…uhh...bruncher?” @infragilehearts

——- Stepping forward with the line, adjusting the shopping back she had due to her store stop before coming here. ❝  i use oregano, a bit of red pepper flakes for a kick and i have this spice combination i use in a lot of my dishes for a special taste that makes it all me. ❞ valerie did work at a local restaurant part time, and in her time she learned ways to make dishes good and special from any other. so of course — she couldn't share all her secrets. however — one she could was red pepper flakes as in her family, they loved a nice spicy kick to some dishes. ❝  not a bad idea. i could do that or use them for work tomorrow as brunch time is probably the best time. ❞ last time she did brunch herself was before moving to new york with friends before her departure as a nice final hooray.

Julia nodded at the mention of not thinking about actually working here, but the sad reality was a lot of their patients were here for a while - and there would be something to be said for them being able to have help with their schoolwork from a friendly face. “You can of course leave them around for parents who are just bringing their children in for outpatient treatment or shorter stays, but if you were up for doing some work with out more long term patients that would also be an attractive prospect for us.” It was true their parents were dealing with big hospital bills (something Julia took great issue with but had no control over) but at the same time she didn’t feel right in this woman not getting paid either. “Well perhaps there is some way we could work out a reduced rate for patients, after all it’s not fair that you don’t get paid for your work.” 

“Charlie, lovely to meet you, I’m Doctor Julia Sato.” Glancing down at the pamphlet where sure enough it stated Charlie’s name where she pointed. As for the anxiety it was understandable, a lot of people found hospitals anxiety inducing, which is why she gave her what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s understandable, but there is really no need to be anxious. I know hospitals can be stressful but I promise we don’t bite.” @callmecharliejones

"I do up to ages about, um ten? eleven? and I... actually haven't thought about working here." Charlie said nodding at the doctor curiously but of course kids that had long stays at the hospital might need some help keeping up with school. Even though they shouldn't, they probably had enough to deal with if they were ill. "Oh but I can't possibly charge for that, honestly. That'd be heartless, right? They're ill, their parents probably have too much on their mind already." She pouted to herself, already feeling sad about the whole situation but wanting to do it anyway.

She looked up at the other and gave her a small smile. "Sorry, I'm Charlie." She pointed at the pamphlet in the doctor's hand. "And I'm way too sensitive and terrible with hospitals. And when I'm anxious, I can't stop talking. Nice to meet you."

Truth was Julia had seen a lot in her career as a doctor and an expectant mother wanting to have a drink after being deprived for almost nine months was hardly the most shocking. In fact it was probably far more common than the blonde in front of her realised, but her attention had been entirely swayed towards something else. The mention of symptoms that could contribute to something more serious. “I’m so sorry to hear about your first trimester struggles, do you feel you’ve managed to find coping mechanisms for that? If not I’d be happy to refer you to one of our wonderful members of the mental health team here. You just let me know.” A soft smile before turning back to the iPad and scribbling down a quick note with the apple pen. “Unplanned things can often be stressful, having children is a huge undertaking so there is no shame in taking a while to get your head around that fact. There is no judgment in the room, so please feel free to say what you need to, everything stays between us.” Offering an encouraging smile because you never know what a patient might say that could be related to their condition even in a way they didn’t expect to be relevant. Her eyebrows rose slightly the next time Neva spoke, not because of the answer to the issues she was having because truthfully she’d expected that, but no it was more because of her statement that she planned to have her babies in Sweden - meaning a long flight would be involved. “You have a transatlantic trip planned prior to your babies being born? Due to the things you’ve told me in the last ten minutes I really must advise that that’s a bad idea. I want to get some tests run on you for pre-eclampsia and if they come back conclusive we’re going to need to think about putting you on bed rest. A long flight could be catastrophic, the list of risks are extensive.” Her look of concern was genuine as she tapped a couple of buttons that would register Neva for the appropriate tests that needed to be done to confirm or deny what she suspected. Although Julia was pretty sure - this was arguably textbook. “I would be remiss if I didn’t urge you to consider changing your trip until after the twins are born.”  @bjorkncaddel

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 hesitated in answering some of the questions, which explains why she had a second or two to respond to them. She feels utterly bad for not having her husband by her side in this impromptu appointment. She did not want him to think she wanted to hurt their babies by sipping an alcoholic beverage. On the other hand, the Swedish is a lot overthinker, maybe she was worrying too much when she shouldn't. This is why she is here, to consult and ask for professional guidance. The blonde did not trust Google and didn't want to read about pregnancy in books, because she knew both sources would stress her out. ❛ I was advised to not be too active. My activities were radical. I did a few others that I was capable of doing. 'Soft' activities. Besides my first trimester was stressful for me, I didn't want them, and I was in a deep depression. ❜ The phrase sounded kind of bad, but she corrected it. ❛ I didn't want them now. I don't like unplanned things. It gives me a lot of stress. And I would like to this be our secret. My husband would be sad to hear it. ❜ In truth, she didn't want to have them at the moment, but her husband was so happy, and she knew what his desires were, and the thought that she was just like her mother haunted her mind, the fact she didn't want them. As she grew further with the pregnancy, she learned to like them. This was the first time she admitted it out and loud for a doctor. Maybe deep down, Ryan knew or kind of suspected it. This is a topic she would never bring to him, nor she reckons he would never bring to her. ⎯ Neva rested her back on the chair, and she thought she couldn't omit information forever. Her gaze dropped to her wedding ring, where she continued toying anxiously. ❛ Yes, yes, and yes to the majority of all the things that you said. I want you to know, that my babies will be born in Sweden, so I have a trip planned. ❜

This was frustrating Julia no end, she couldn’t get the lines to go where she wanted them to, and the ability to allow artistic flair to take ahold of her was something she found totally impossible. She’d spent almost as much time erasing lines as she had drawing them, the whole while a small frown line between her eyebrows as she beavered away. The woman could feel Audi’s eyes moving onto her every so often but she didn’t do the same, instead drawing the face she knew as well as her own, from memory. Her bottom lip had been pulled between her teeth as she hummed under her breath without realising she was doing it. A sign of concentration. When words were finally spoken however, she looked up, coming back into the room in a slight daze. The sweet, compassionate words that came from the other were something she herself found difficult, expressing emotion verbally, but she knew it was reciprocated which was why there was no pressure to do so. “I don’t think I’m going to have done any better so as long as you agree to grant me forgiveness before I let you see this, then I’m happy to do the same for you.” Leaning forward she took the picture, swapping it with her own so her own shame could be revealed. “I mean, I had no idea my head was that shape but I really like the top you’ve put me in…” Julia laughed a little as she took in what was before her, still thinking it was head and shoulders better than her own. “I didn’t even get to colouring, did you know you have a very hard nose to draw? It’s so…specific.” Taking things far to seriously as per usual. 

status:  closed, ft. julia. ( @drjuliarebeiro ) location:  aurea's apartment in the bronx. when:  late night. 

   SHE'S DEEP IN CONCENTRATION, EYES BOUNCING back and forth between her sheet of paper and julia as she completes the final touches. according to the card she pulled, they're to draw each other's portraits and, well, it's safe to say that audi did the world a favour by choosing to pursue writing as her art form.  ❝  juls. my kind, loving, beautiful soul sister. let me preface this by saying i swear i didn't use this sleepover as an excuse to insult you. hell, i didn't mean to insult you at all, but...  ❞   her words dissolve into a fit of laughter when she looks back to her drawing,   ❝  blame my hands, okay! they only ever wanna do what they're told when i'm cooking and, truthfully, even that's a sometimes sorta deal. like, seriously. julienne cuts are easy, so why. why! do they refuse to do them? ...yeah, yeah, i know. let's just rip the bandaid off.  ❞   she uses a hand to cover her face with another laugh before her other one offers her guest the artwork, a portrait that looks like it belongs in jason rekulak's hidden pictures as one of the five year old's horror drawings, face down. she peeks through her fingers with a sheepish grin,   ❝  at least my colouring is pretty, right?  ❞

“I guess so, but with the amazing technology these days that can help a ship navigate the chances of them going all Titanic are minimal. So I’d argue in favour of the wind farms but … well I’m not an expert on either thing.” She could hear how she herself was starting to get dry, she could bore people if she wasn’t careful which was why she quickly shut her mouth, happy for the reason to pivot the conversation. 

“Maybe.” She smiled softly, picking up her bag before starting back towards the stands that were selling various food and drink. Feet sinking into the sand with each step. “I like it out here…it feels calming, detached from the city.” Julia mused. @tctteredwings

Ana shrugged it off, she really was the last person to care about someone rambling —- in fact, most of the time she'd be the first one to encourage it. Still, as far as she was concerned, it really didn't matter in the slightest. "Depends on the day," she responded with a laugh. "But, I mean, lighthouses are practical, they do have a purpose, even if it's not quite so helpful these days in comparison." A shrug followed and her gaze drifted out to sea for a moment.

As Julia got to her feet, she was quick to gather her things back up, and then followed suit. "Probably should have thought of this before we got settled," she laughed.

“Sounds delicious, which spices do you go for?” Julia asked as the two of them both took a step forward with the movement of the line, readjusting her bag on her shoulder. Her own ability to cook was subpar to say the least - mainly because she just didn’t have time. Between hospital shifts she was either trying to catch up on sleep, doing extra research for her cases, or (very) occasionally seeing the few friends she had remaining in the city. Or at least the few that she’d made aware she was back again, keeping the return under wraps for her own wellbeing honestly. “Yes, it sounds like maybe you need to do some kind of brunch with your friends in order to give it the proper appreciation.” That was something people did still, right? Brunches at the weekend? She hadn’t been to one in years. @infragilehearts

——- With a prideful smile on her face, clasping her hands together. ❝  i have a couple different ones actually — but one i usually make for others is a standard breakfast bagel. it has eggs, ham, bacon, sausage, cheese and a pinch of different spices. ❞ valerie's other recipe was something she only made for people close to her or herself. the other she'd made during different culinary jobs so why not share as it was out there already. ❝  i'm glad to hear it. i'll just have to use it for a few friends then so it has a good first day usage. ❞ she said with a smirk across her lips, always enjoying sharing her cooking creations with others.

“I probably wouldn’t like to be shut in a cage only to be let out when I get to a doctor, and I’d know, I’m literally a doctor I know the terrible people we really are.” Julia gave Zahra a small smile, because she wasn’t exaggerating. She knew what they did was to help but sometimes the invasive ways they were forced to do it in order to get the best results. “It’s honestly very adorable, it is always a pick me up when I feel like everything is getting on top of me a bit too much. I’m not a big instagram person but I can’t deny that it has its positive sides.” A small shrug, her follow list was selective for that exact reason. 

Waiting patiently, and quietly, for the other to finish returning her books she gave the librarian a polite smile before turning towards the direction of the section she had specifically come for. “Well…there is a lot of information involved that’s for sure. I’ve been doing it for ten years and there is still so much I need to learn. Not to mention look up specifically when the medical issue arises.” Motioning to exactly what they were doing right now as they headed up the steps to the second floor of the library. “Did you ever have ambitions to follow any other kind of career path rather than the one you’ve gone with?” She asked with genuine interest. She'd been forced into hers, but so many others got the luxury of choosing. @ofzahras

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. It'd be way easier than trying to trick her into her carrier and then try and carry her around. She does not like it one bit and I can't blame her." Despite her efforts, Circe despised the very sight of her carrier and would run and hide the moment Zahra pulled it out. She had of course splurged on the nicest, most comfortable one on the market but Circe did not seem to appreciate the luxury and would've most likely preferred to be carried in a food delivery bag. Her eyes grew wide as Julia described the account she had found. A delighted burst of laughter. "Really? I definitely need to check that out. Sounds like a dream, just a guy and his cat riding a bike."

Returning the books was blessedly an easy ordeal, and Zahra could at least congratulate herself on getting the haul back before any late fees had managed to materialise. She had managed to accomplish something that day and felt better for it. "Oh, I don't know. I love a good fun fact or a useless piece of information but medicine? Don't think I have the brain capacity for that." That being said, she was always eager to learn new things and could imagine far worse ways to spend an afternoon. "Lead the way."

Julia didn’t comment on her helping because if the roles were reversed the last thing she’d want was another person drilling down on how they’d had to lend a hand. Too many people took pride in their independence for her to risk saying the wrong thing. Instead she just gave her a small smile with an incline of her head, picking up the handle nearest to her. 

“I don’t know if this can be considered a walk of shame, I mean what part of being well read is meant to be shameful?” If that was the case then maybe she should just bury her head in the sand right now because she’d much rather spend time with a stack of books than another human most of the time. “Or you could get one of those ones that old people take to the grocery store, the old lady shopper bags. Then no one would even know what was in it.” A shrug of her shoulders as they headed into the library, realising that Zahra didn’t realise that she was arriving rather than leaving. “Oh you know me better than that, I’m on my way in to pick up a couple I’ve had set aside for me. Don’t worry - I’ve not been replaced by an alien.” Julia joked softly. @ofzahras

While she had never been great at accepting help, Zahra was grateful she had run into Julia, and even more grateful she seemed to be more than willing to offer a helping hand. "Thank you," she sighed, still catching her breath.

Zahra pulled an amused face at Julia's suggestion. "That's not a terrible idea. Although I hope I won't have to do this sort of a walk of shame anytime soon." Yes, she could have made multiple trips to the library, but somehow that had sounded even more laborious before she had actually started her perilous journey. Now she wholeheartedly regretted making said decision. "But I will definitely keep that in mind if I do end up in a similar situation." Glancing at Julia, she managed a brief yet knowing smile. "I see you're leaving empty-handed."

"I...I am rambling..." Julia conceded, a small smile on her lips as she sat down because eh knew it was something she had a tendency to do. More often than not it was when she was talking about something medical related but apparently it could also be to do with lighthouses. "I know what you mean...there is something much more whimsical. Then again the wind farms are more practical, so it depends which takes precedence at any one time in your mind." Always one to undercut herself when she was worried her notion held too little practicality because she had been brought up to believe if she spoke it needed to have an actual purpose.

"We could do that - maybe. Sure, if they have snow cones I could go for one of those. Come on, i'll come with you." Moving to stand up, dusting the sand off her clothes. @tctteredwings

"You're rambling," mused Ana, her brows lifting in amusement as she wagged her finger at the other. Not that she really minded, of course, but she couldn't help but tease. "I love lighthouses, though, I kind of wish it was one..." A pause and she frowned thoughtfully. "We should go on a mission sometime to see as many as we can around here." As Julia got herself comfy, she smiled. "It might be... or a slushie."

Julia adored babies, of course she did otherwise she wouldn’t be doing the job she did, but spending time with a healthy one felt like a luxury she was rarely afforded. After all when they came into the ICU it wasn’t because they just fancied some extra tummy time. At the invitation from Elliot to hang out with him she’d jumped at the chance on her day off, glad the sun had decided to come out as well for them all. Not wanting to creep up on him in a way that might scare him or the baby she waited until Elliot looked her way before waving, heading in there direction. “Hey! Look how cute you guys look. Hey sweetheart, aren’t you getting big!” She beamed at the baby while trying to do the best sign language she could, unsure if it had actually made sense or not but hoping for the best.  @elliot-appsley

@doctorjuliasato Central Park

As excited as he was to enter a new season of life with Sawyer, to watch her experience her first Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, Elliot wasn't prepared for the cold weather that came with it. It was the one thing he hated about New York, the blistering cold. So he was trying to make use of the warm days on his days off, to get outside with his daughter as much as he could. Which is how he found himself sprawled on a picnic blanket in the middle of Central Park. Laying flat on his back, raising the baby up into the air above him, laughing as he watched the pure happiness on her little face. Still unable to believe that she was his, that he was a dad. As he brought her back down, supporting her on his chest he turned his head to the side, catching Julia not too far away from the two of them. Giving her a wide and warm grin in greeting.