Julia Didn’t Know Zahra Well - They Were Both In The Library Together On Multiple Occasions Seemingly

It was strange, knowing she was a mother but not being a mother, something Julia struggled with on her lowest days. Many would question why she worked so closely with children if this was the case but it actually brought her a lot of comfort ironically. Getting to help them in a way she didn’t get to help her own son or daughter was a weird way of her silently repenting for her failure to them. She was grabbing some food, actual food rather than something out of the vending machine for once, mid yogurt when Elliot came into sight. Returning his smile with a small one of her own she lifted the spoon to give it a little wave, nodding to the chair in front of her as a silent invitation to join her at the table. Waiting patiently for him to pass over his phone so she could read it, letting out a small chuckle at the question. A shake of her head as she started to reply. “I wish I could, but she’s going to carry on partying between 1 and 3am, it’ll just be out of the house when she’s older. No I’m joking - she should hopefully start sleeping better soon. Have you got much of a routine for her?” @elliot-appsley

Who: @drjuliarebeiro Where: The Hospital

Ever since becoming a dad, Elliot did his best to try and not work night shifts. Wanting to be home to take care of Sawyer and put her to bed for the night. But there were also times where it couldn't be avoided, where he would have to pull an overnight and that was where he currently found himself. Between a rough previous night with Sawyer, who flat out refused to sleep it seemed like, he had barely caught up on sleep during the day. So when his break finally rolled around, he made his way to the cafeteria. Grabbing the largest coffee he could get his hands on and a hot sandwich to hold him over. Looking around at the tables, he saw Julia not too far off, and made his way over to her. Giving her a tired grin in greeting as he sat and pulled his phone out. Even if you have to lie to me, I need you to tell me that at some point in her little life, Sawyer will want to stop partying from 1 am to 3 am. Letting out an amused huff as he slid his phone over to her.

Julia had her head buried in her phone as she tried to catch up on text messages she’d ignored over the last few shifts, though the lucky thing about having very few friends to speak of was there weren’t that many to answer anyway. Jumping slightly as the box was thrust out towards her because she hadn’t realised Daniel was so close to the door. Laughing a bit she put her hand to her chest illustrating the fright, taking a breath. “Oh my god, you’re going to give me a heart attack. Then you’d be dealing with me in the ER.” Quickly lifting the lid of the box to cast her eye over the amazing selection of baked goods, feeling her stomach grumble as she remembered she hadn’t actually eaten since long before they’d set said fracture. “Yes…yes I really want to do that a lot. Also thanks for saving me some, you didn’t have to do that.” She really was touched and made a mental note to pay for the coffee to further illustrate her thanks. “Inkwells? I can’t drink anymore of the cafeteria coffee today.”  @dannyhq

for: @doctorjuliasato where: pediatric ward

small box cradled carefully to his chest ( it was very precious cargo, after all ) daniel leaned casually against the wall as he waited for julia to reappear ready to go home. when she finally did, he sprung into action, holding out the box for her to see before he began explaining. "so... you know the cute kiddo with the wrist fracture we saw earlier? well, turns out his mom owns a bakery and she brought us literally tons of stuff as a thanks for lookin' after him today. everyone in the er's had their pick and i didn't want you to miss out. 'specially 'cause you were so great," a slightly mischevious smile blossomed. "and i'm not leavin' this stuff for the next shift. so. you wanna grab a coffee and clean this box the hell out?"

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.

As the blonde spoke, Julia noted down a couple of things on her iPad with the apple pen she had to go with it, silently hating the things because she was much more of an actual pen and paper person. This thing if you touched the wrong part it all would go mad - beyond annoying, especially when you were tired. “Okay, so did you manage to stay active at all during your pregnancy or is this something that’s been going on right since the first trimester?” Twin pregnancies were always harder on the body than single ones just because of the sheer strain they put on the body but that didn’t stop her from wanting to make sure there was nothing more going on underneath. “Have you had any blurry vision, sensitivity to light, shortness of breath, or swelling in your hands and feet?” She asked as she glanced up, wondering if there was a chance the woman had pre-eclampsia and her OBGYN just hadn’t caught it. @bjorkn

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐀 small ghost smile appeared on her delicate features upon the light joke about being rich. All this time she was being extra careful because this was her first pregnancy to know she could've ONE glass of wine? She hated herself for not asking it before. A hand rested on her baby bump, as she rested her back on the backrest of the chair she was. ❛ I don't know how to describe it, but basically, I feel excessive fatigue, and very weak physically speaking. As if I lost my physical conditioning. Before this pregnancy, I was very physically active. Also, I'm struggling to keep food. I have morning and night sickness, and only afternoon I can eat decent. Also, dizziness as if I'm about to faint. My OBGYN gave me medications still I struggle these days as if there is no effect working.❜ One thing the blonde also noticed was that she was getting more sleeper.

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?  ❞

Julia looked at the woman in front of her, face passive of course because she was a trained professional who knew how to mask her true feelings like a pro, but she was concerned she didn’t seem to be understanding the level of disruption having kids caused. Let alone twins, aka two newborns at the same time. Not to mention the effect it would have on her hormones and mental stability, both of which came under duress. Plus she was being worryingly blasé about traveling a long way while so heavily pregnant - the whole thing made Julia incredibly uneasy. “You don’t have a doctor over there yet?” So they were travelling thousands of miles without even having medical care in place when they got to the other end? Good lord. “Excuse my honesty Mrs Caddel but if you don’t have a doctor in place yet in Stockholm then it seems like nothing is settled at all. Without a professional at the other end of the flight to properly head up your care the situation just increases in its danger to both you and the children.” 

Julia knew there were some patients you just couldn’t make do what was best, all you could do as a doctor was provide them with the information they needed and hope they heeded your advice. Nodding her head she gave her a small smile. "That would be my professional opinion - yes. Travelling at this late point, on such a long flight, with no doctor at the other end who is well versed on your medical history? It is incredibly unadvisable. Medically speaking - you’ve pretty much left it too late to travel without huge risk.” Maybe it was blunt but it was true, if she travelled and something happened, it would be on Julia for not being honest. “Plus the plane staff aren’t trained to help properly if something went wrong on the flight, it could be fatal for you or the twins.” @bjorkncaddel

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 when the other woman let her know if she ever had difficulty finding the hang of things not hesitate to find some help. ❛ Don't worry, I will let you know. ❜ The Swedish blonde thinks once the babies are out of her, things are going back to a bit of normalcy. One of the first things she wanted to do was go out and club, but deep, deep down she is aware this won't happen anytime soon. It might take a while. ❛ In the next month. ❜ She says with a warm smile spread on her rosy lips. ⎯ ❛ Karolinska Universitetssjukhuse, it is in Stockholm. As for the doctors… We are working on it. ❜ After all, she is looking for a doctor over there. ❛ But everything else is settled, doctor. ❜ The blonde is genuinely thinking of having them at 'home' there and not in the hospital, but she won't tell this part for her. Either way, she wanted a professional opinion on her situation to figure out what to do next or what is the best plan for her due date.

Bed rest? This is not what she wants. The Swedish blonde feels like a caged bird with the idea of having more bed rest. Either way, she did have the best time of her life while she was on a trip. She got married, visited beautiful beaches, swam, rode on a jet-ski, participated in some interesting events, met new people, and did a few impromptu modeling works. What she is learning in this pregnancy is that sometimes calm down is necessary. The blonde sighs ruefully. It was palpable the disappointment in her expression to hear about the damned cares. ❛ Okay, let me see if I understood correctly, to sum up, I am only allowed to travel after the babies are born, after getting all exams done and confirmed? ❜ Maybe she needed to hear it one more time to the news sink in. It wasn't asked much… Neva just wanted to have her babies in her home country like she always dreamt of.

Julia Sato - Rowan Evans - Collins Appsley

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“Well, let’s chalk it up to being a team effort from everyone shall we?” Julia wanted him to know she was grateful but a pet peeve of hers was when she ended up in a circular flattery situation where everyone was trying to argue someone else was more worthy of the compliment. She just felt like it was inefficient - and after all efficiency was one of her favourite things. “I’m very grateful to you all and I’m sure the family will be as well.” Even if the worst happened, which was always a terrible thing to have to deal with but Julia was making a point to set aside that concern as she walked further away from the little girl’s hospital room. It would weigh on her heavily enough when she returned to caring for her so for now she would select to put it into the pit deep down where all her stresses were squashed. Threatening one day to make an appearance when it overflowed no doubt. That was a horrific thought. 

Nodding once with a grateful smile she accepted, letting out a small humming noise, because coffee was something she was always willing to take if it was on offer. “Ryen, lovely to meet you too.” There was an air about him that made the woman unsurprised that his career was what it was, because even in his handshake there was safety in the firmness. Assurance that he was about to do the most extreme of rescues - she was almost envious of that level of assurance being exuded. Punching the elevator number they needed for the cafeteria she glanced over at him as it was mentioned his partner had spoken about her before they’d even arrived at the hospital. It was an ego boost for sure, especially for someone who poured their everything into their work. “Well, that was very kind of them to say. They’re right though, i’m new to this hospital. I’ve been in Boston since finishing medical school but when the job here came up I realised I would be a fool not to take it. I’m from New York originally so it wasn’t too jarring of a move.” The doors slid open to reveal another floor of the labyrinth like hospital, prompting her to lead the way towards clattering that signalled various people trying to fuel themselves for whatever they had upcoming. “Are you from here?” @caddel

“—our EMTs give their all till we can do that, so…” it wasn’t fair to take credit, it is always a team effort ( sometimes is an effort alright, between a couple of them and the Chief trying not to murder one another on the scene ). even after all these years having experienced people’s true, honest gratitude, and thankfulness for what they do, it’s always nice to know their good efforts do make a difference. most of the times; and the times which they don’t are the ones they hold on and haunt them. like, in this instance, that they know how difficult the situation is for the girl —they know they did the best they could, and still they don’t know if she is really going to make it or if they really did make any difference. and yet he would rather have the chief on his back any time rather than live and bear the guilt of not doing enough. he smiled at her words, a soft but sincere smile. the only thing he really heard a lot of was usually a good mixture of ‘fuck, Caddel!’ paired with ‘don’t you fucking dare,’ topped up with, his personal favorite, ‘that’s a fucking order, ya hear?!’ as if any of these would ever be enough to persuade him to not do what his mind was already fixed on. “let’s hope we did for her…” he offered. he had promised they would do their best to her mom, and Dr.Sato had done her best too, he was sure, he wanted to bring the woman no other news than her little girl pulling through.

a soft smile tugged on his lips at her words; he doesn’t have to, he wants to. “please, take it as a thank you,” he offered. the outcome might still be unclear, but she had rushed to receive the patient at the ER as soon as they had entered —them transporting a patient instead of the ambulance wasn’t a very common occurrence, but when they did it meant there was no room to wait for another ambulance on scene or the EMTs couldn’t leave scene, but the patient had to be admitted immediately. they had, of course, the station’s ambulance for that, most of them were trained on basic care, but tonight there was no room to wait, hence they had gotten in the first truck and drove over. they always called while on the way, to let the hospital know they were coming in, what to expect, and they would still have to rush them to the ER before anyone came to look at them. “nice to meet you, Julia,” he nodded, shaking her head. “please just call me Ryan,” he added as they began walking to the elevator. his mind was still stuck on the little girl, but it would not do them any good to keep talking about it. “my partner said you are new here,” he said instead, “and you have quite a reputation of being, quote, the best at what you do.”

“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.

“You didn’t read them?” Julia had a surprised look on her face but she really shouldn’t be because that was the pot very much calling the kettle black. The amount of books she’d borrowed from libraries in the past but not even opened was numerous, and it wasn’t because she didn’t have good intentions when she got them. Simply that life tended to get in the way, especially if they were fiction books rather than something attributed to medicine or something she was specifically working on. Sensing the uncertainty coming from her she nodded in agreement instead of prying further, giving the other a small smile. “I’m sure - I head that is quite common among writers.” She doubted parroting that would be of any reassurance but it happened anyway. “Would you look at that, I think we’ve decided what your next purchase is going to be. Some call it a grocery bag, you call it a Circe bag. It’s flexible for ones needs.” 

A shrug of her shoulders in regards to what she was specifically looking for, pressing her lips together silently for a second. “There is a case I’m working on at the moment is a child with Adrenoleukodystrophy, it’s not something I’ve personally worked with before so although I know the facts from medical school I wanted to come and do some more reading on it incase there is anything I’ve missed. Are you staying a while?” She asked, referring to the library. @ofzahras

"I guess you're partially right. I just wish I had actually read these instead of just hauling them home and now bringing them right back." Obviously no one knew - or cared - that she hadn't even cracked open most of the books, but the shame was palpable nonetheless. The shame seemed to be her constant companion, increasingly so ever since her brain had decided it no longer wanted to partake in any additional reading or writing. The feeling only grew as she thought about future deadlines and word counts, the threat of falling behind making her sick to her stomach. "I am sure it's just a writer's block," she muttered, mostly to herself, before snorting in amusement. "See, I like where your head's at. I could smuggle Circe everywhere and become the ultimate cat lady."

A realisation lit up Zahra's face as Julia admitted she was only heading in. She laughed, shaking her head softly. "Ah, there you go. It's good to know some things don't change. Are you looking for anything in particular?"