Anna Daisy McGrane
Thankfully Daisy felt like she had at least brought Cato down from his climbing anger. Though it could have been entirely likely that he just didnāt want to argue with her. She listened to him as he went through the typical medical warnings. Though she did appreciate that he didnāt just report to her like she was any other patient. If there was something that got on her nerves at this hospital, it was that nurses and doctors who had known her for years still tiptoed around situations and acted very stoic and professional whenever informing her about the progression of her disease.
One thing after another and Cato before Daisy had time to say what was on her mind Cato was gone. She watched him leave her room in his confident way, and then she leaned back into her bed and stared at the ceiling. She could feel the tired stiffness in her eyes, and her body still had a low ache in its core. She wanted to desperately to do something more with her life, but especially right now, she could feel with the toll that her disease was taking on her body.
Perhaps her little show wasnāt such a good idea.
A couple of soft stumbling coughs came out of her as she closed her eyes. While blind she dragged the bundle of blankets from home on top of her and smiled thinking about Cato.
Marco James Griffin
Marco was getting antsy now. Sure, he was a generally laidback guy who enjoyed the outdoors and sports, but he believed that before any of that he was a doctor first. And his responsible self was itching to get to the hospital. On the chiefās orders he was supposed to go home and take some time for himself, but Marco couldnāt rest while thinking about his patients and their needs.
He at least allowed himself to finish his coffee and his medical journal before getting ready for the job. Feeling like he was rested enough he dressed, hopped in his car and made in to the hospital in record time.
Before he knew it he was in his white jacket and walking down the hallway of Wing B. First he stopped at the nurseās station to pick up his rounds. Generally, this early in the morning he would just do some research, maybe collect a couple of lab samples and visit anyone who was awake. After reading whom he needed to get blood samples from, he saw that most everyone was awake and running. A bit surprised he popped his head into the crowded room. He figured that Scarlett would be around somewhere but she was nowhere in sight. Frowning he left and went toward her room. Again, nothing.
Wondering where she was he went to the pharmacy to pick up her antifibrinolytic medicines and steroids. They had been pumping her with these drugs a lot more than usual because they needed another blood sample, which would be hard to control. Today was the day that they needed the blood sample, which would mean, even though it was just a prick of a needle, she would loose a quite a lot of blood if she didnāt have the right dosage of medicine to help with the clotting.
Though this wasnāt life threatening, it was a bit risky and ultimately annoying. But seeing as Scarlettās last couple of replacement therapy sessions were not completed because her own antibodies were beginning to fight against the medicine and destroy it. With that being said, Marco needed to create a different solution so that her antibodies wouldnāt destroy the medicine. This all needed to happen very quickly though, without the regular replacement therapy there were many issues that could arise with her joints. And Marco knew how important dancing was to her.
While thinking about all this it hit him. Scarlett was dancing. Though it was cute how she thought she was so discreet, Marco had known for several months that she would sneak away to dance on the roof. And though it was against his orders, he chose to ignore it most of the time. Patients needed their sanity, and Marco was willing to risk a little bit of medical trouble for Scarlettās happiness.
Marco shut Scarlettās chart and headed toward the roof. Carefully and quietly he had made his way to the top. Seeing her there he stopped for a moment, one hand with her chart and a small cup of half a dozen pills. His other hand was in his pants pocket and without thinking much about it he just leaned against the doorway and watched her float.