Julia Could Tell The Woman Was On Edge, Which Wasn’t Unusual Because They So Often Were When It Came

“Well I’m used to it - then again I’m preaching to the choir. You all work incredibly hard, we’re grateful for how swiftly you get the patients to us. I know you must hear this a lot but you have likely made the different between her making it and not with your quick thinking.” At least that was what Julia hoped. Obviously she wanted every patient to come out the other side feeling a whole lot better than when they came in, but she’d take the wins where she could get them that was for sure. She knew how these things went, even if she was new to this particular hospital it never really changed no matter where you were, and thus Julia knew there would be journalists sniffing around in no time. Hence the need for coffee in her veins before that happened. 

At the acceptance of her invitation she gave him a soft smile, quite glad she wasn’t going to have to sit in front of a cup of coffee with nothing but her own thoughts. If he’d declined she probably would have just taken charts with her to work on so as not to…well…think. “Just don’t hold it against me if you don’t agree.” Nodding in the direction of the canteen which was indicated by a sign hanging just down the hallway, although she knew that it would require them to take the elevator down three floors first. “You really don’t have to do that, you works incredibly hard yourself, I don’t think there is a way to quantify the effort put in. It’s always team work.” Holding her hand out towards him she reintroduced herself politely. “Julia, Doctor Sato is for when I’m working on a case, this is a break from that.” @caddel

“—as must be you, too, Doctor,” he retorted, politely; it was not his job to stand there and wait for an update, that was true but then again…where was he supposed to go? whether the little girl lived or not, and he didn’t even want to think of that possibility, he wanted to be there and be told in person; she deserved that much. her mom had been taken to a different hospital and she was going to be asking after her baby —damn, she was asking while EMTs worked on her trying to stabilize her for transport— and when he would look at her to tell her of whatever happened to her baby, at worst case scenario, at least his conscience would be a little bit lighter knowing they had tried. either way, an accident like this was still gonna make it in tomorrow’s newspaper and when mentioning them, he would rather it be told the fire department had tried to rescue all parties involved but failed than not having tried at all. listening to the doctor’s update, though limited, he let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding. of course, he understood that she couldn’t give out information to just anyone, but he was thankful for what little she could share, nonetheless. his partner had said they should take her here, he had heard of this amazing pediatrician working there and Ryan had no reason to doubt him; judging by the severity of the injuries she had sustained and the update, he had to be damn right about Doctor Rebeiro. the EMTs hadn’t even known how or where to begin working on her when he pulled her out.

Ryan was about to thank her, allow her to also get on with the rest of her shift, or take a break after so many hours being cooped up in there when her preposition caught him a little off guard; he still was about twelve hours shy from finishing his shift at the station, but he had been away for over three hours, a little bit more was not gonna hurt. he laughed a little at the comment —remembered that his partner never brought coffee as he was supposed to. “then I’ll take the word for it,” he responded. “but, please, my treat. a little thank you for your hard work.”

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. ❜

Julia Sato - Character Inspo Task #003

Miranda Hobbes (Sex and the City) Amy Santiago (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) Miranda Bailey (Grey's Anatomy) Chloe Decker (Lucifer) Spencer Hastings (Pretty Little Liars) Amy Brookheimer (Veep) Lexi Howard (Euphoria) Violet Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

“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."

“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.”

“Hi princess, how are you doing.” Julia grinned as she reached out a hand to pretend to shake little Sawyers one. She knew neither of them could hear her - but that didn’t mean she was going to ignore the baby, she could still see when interaction with her was happening which was just as important. “She’s growing up so fast, but staying just as adorable.” Julia signed with a grin, a little stilted in her hand movements but since meeting Elliot she’d certainly gotten better at sign language. Her knowledge being basic but enough to communicate with patients if needed. Still she felt relief when he pulled out his phone because as much as she wanted to sign to make him feel comfortable, she was often worried what she thought she was saying was…not right, aka she was saying something else entirely. Pulling out her own phone she read his text, moving to type up her own. “Of course! It’s so nice to see you both away from the hospital. Sometimes it starts to feel like that place is an extended part of my own body. Which can’t be healthy.” A small laugh as she blew the baby a little kiss while waiting for Elliot to read her message. @doctorjuliasato

Elliot grinned as he sat up, placing Sawyer into his lap so that he could have his hands free for a moment. If anything, that was by far one of the frequent struggles he didn't expect to have. Having his hands free for signing. Whether it be to his daughter or the people around them. "She really is getting so big!" Hardly able to believe that she had just turned six months. Pretty sure it was just yesterday that he was meeting his baby daughter at the hospital and being signed over full custody of her. Taking a moment to grab for his phone that was laying in the grass not too far off from him. Hoping to make the conversation easier on Julia, deciding to type to her for a bit. Or well, for at least as he could get Sawyer to not wiggle in his lap. Thanks for meeting up with us today- Can't remember the last time I saw you outside of the hospital. He teased with a warm grin his eyes locked on hers, pretty sure that was where there spent most of their time. Or well, at least it felt like that some days. @doctorjuliasato

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?"

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.

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 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."