𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚙

▌elle kim. twenty-three. nurse ▌

[tiffyeon-blog]

[ellianakim]

jordanfairfield:

“I’m sure it will be. Cinnamon, dough, and icing is almost always satisfactory.” Jordan shifted slightly, leaning her weight into her hands, still not comfortable sitting– embarrassing as it was. She didn’t know how to handle this. She always wanted people to talk to her, tell her what was bothering them– she could help. But now that things were reversed– and with the situation at the core of her current mood– she didn’t know how to be vulnerable. “I’m just– getting pretty tired of being single, and impatient. No one is too interested in dating me. I’m too soft to have emotionless sex. Girl problems,” She tried to joke, half-heartedly. She put the dough in her mouth, almost unable to taste it, appreciate it. “Yeah, you did great. Soggy is okay, dry cinnamon rolls are trash. Don’t worry, it doesn’t taste soggy.”

“I guess so. I won’t be able to eat too much of it, though,” she murmured, almost instinctively, but then in a near-abrupt manner added another statement to not make the first one suspicious. A pre-caution, more than anything, “I already ate quite a lot this morning.” Or at least, if one was in the big Kim family, thin vegetables and scrambled egg should be enough to get through most of your day; nothing more, nothing that should make her mother’s or husband’s eyes crinkle.  When Jordan started telling her about her problems, Elle smiled a little--thinking it was a trivial matter, like hearing young teenagers who complained about not having a boyfriend or girlfriend yet. “Hey, now. You’ll find someone someday. Those people usually come when you’re not looking. You’re a sweet, kind, and funny person. One day someone will see that and appreciate you wholly.” She figured that reassurement would sound a bit lackadaiscal, but she hoped it could comfort her at least a little. “Yeah, it tastes pretty good.” She grinned. “You could take some of them home if you’d like.” 

[ellianakim]

cameronmalkin:

It took Cameron a moment before remembering who the lady was, the one he’d rather rudely spoken to back in his early days at Glendale. “I don’t know.” He shrugged at her question, a blank expression falling on his features. For the first time in years, Cam didn’t have a guard up. That probably would’ve frightened him if he was more aware of his feelings. “I don’t feel anything at the moment.”

He was so different now; emphasis on now, the medication might’ve worked today, but there was never a solid certainity particularly when it came to cases like his. One minute all could go well and then the next--- not so much, she wanted to take advantage of this mood as much as she could, maybe get to know him just a tad more. “I see.” She decided to just take the risk and sat down next to him, knees up against her chest. “What have you been doing, lately? Find anything that could make you calm?”

[ellianakim]

[ellianakim]

camillaspencerx:

“I’m looking for my older sister, I’m her sister and lawyer all in one. I heard that she wanted to see me desperately?” Isolde wondered, tilting her head at the other “She’s a brunette, in her 40′s….Wears many sweaters, hates the wear the same one for a full day”

“Ah -- Ms. Spencer, I believe?” Elle wasn’t familiar with her nor the patient, but Camilla Spencer was a name that had emerged a few times in the office due to her recent arrival and constant, well, constant attention-catching behavior. Whether it was purposeful or otherwise. “I haven’t seen her yet, she might be in the bathroom. Would you like to sit down first and wait?”

[ellianakim]

cameronmalkin:

Cameron sat on the grass, staring out a the garden. He was admittedly a little lost in his thoughts and didn’t want to be outside, it was too hot for his liking but something his therapist had said about getting outside, not letting himself stay cooped up in doors had stuck out. And so out he wondered, into the sunny garden. His fingers mindlessly picked at the grass beneath him as he hummed gently to himself, the humming turned into the tune of a personal favourite song and then developed into the lyrics and so, quietly on the grassy knoll, Cam sung to himself. “There are things that used to make me smile. One of them was you for just a little while. You left me for dead so far away, I replaced you with fear and shame.You’ll be happy on the day I die..”

He hadn’t noticed the other occupant of the garden approaching so it startled him slightly when they walked by. “Do you want something?” He muttered before looking up to see who had interrupted the quiet. 

“Just checking up. See how you’re doing.” Their first meeting had been a bit harsh, to say at least, but it was presumably something to be expected from an encounter with people who bore severe anger issues---he seemed relatively calm, now, to the point where he even sang and Elle had to hold back her bewilderement briefly. It was a pleasant sort of surprise, if she had to admit herself. Hopefully things wouldn’t go sour now. “How have you been, Cameron?”

[ellianakim]

jordanfairfield: 

“Like I said before, I’m the snacks queen. I’m sure you did fine, it’s pretty hard to mess up a cinnamon roll.” Jordan wanted to maintain her bright exterior, not even acknowledge that something was wrong, because the problem felt so fucking stupid and unworthy of all this weight on her shoulders. Still, it was hard, and truthfully, for once, she didn’t really feel like eating, like her stomach was already full of– of what? She felt empty; why was that so consuming? “This is probably the kind of shit I shouldn’t share, ‘cause it’s like– the dumbest problem ever.” Was this how Pepper felt? If so, she felt bad for never believing that she ‘wasn’t hungry.’ Still, she pinched off a piece from the corner and smiled. “Thanks.”

“I hope so. I’d like my first independent cinnamon roll experience to be somewhat satisfactory.” It was then she was beginning to notice; she was aware of how talkative Jordan was, or at least she used to be, when discussing about things like food---there was a brief flicker of thought in Elle’s head telling her she might’ve been bugging the blonde, she should leave, maybe, but she wouldn’t want to make the situation possibly worse by spewing some paranoid conclusions. “You don’t have to tell me about it, but I’ll listen no matter how dumb they might sound. I’ve got a lot of dumb problems myself.” Like worrying if her husband would ever find out about her past work, where things were too filthy and suffocating and there was always a blurry line when it came to consent; maybe the experience itself wasn’t dumb, just the constant paranoia that was still present. “Is it good?” She pinched one for herself. “It’s a bit, uh. Soggy. Is it supposed to be like this?”

[ellianakim]

jordanfairfield:

“Don’t worry, dude, cheap cinnamon rolls are just as good as– sometimes better than– expensive ones. They’re like, two bucks at IKEA.” Jordan didn’t know how to respond– it was usually easy to pick up on half-assed I’m fines, but she didn’t know her well enough to explain any of it. “Life’s weird, but I’ll survive.”

“You really sound like you excel in the cinnamon roll department; I should’ve given you a call and brought you along to help me pick the best ones. That’s relieving to hear, though.” Again, Elle was a bit oblivious when it came to figuring and plucking out people’s emotions --- though she understood how bizzare life could turn out to be. Having her parents expect a child after only a week of marriage was incredibly taxing. “Yeah? Mine’s been a roller coaster too. I’m here if you want to talk about it,” she pushed the box of cinnamon rolls. “Here. You can have the first bite.”

[elizasclarke]

♡

[ellianakim]

jordanfairfield: 

“Oh, shit– a milestone!” Why did enthusiasm sound forced? “Of course, I never reject free food.” 

“That’s good, it was a bit cheap, though. So they might not taste as good.” While she didn’t notice the lack of enthusiasm, she’d defintely caught the flickers of something--vacant, earlier. “Are you alright?” 

[ellianakim]

jordanfairfield:

“I’m on my break, not being lazy. Do you need something?”

“Finally gotten myself a box of cinnamon rolls. I was wondering if you’d like to have some?”

[ellianakim]

loveestherfranco:

Her office has always smelled like cookies. Freshly-baked cookies, which Esther’s mother makes. Whenever a patient decides to strike up a conversation with her, the lady would always give them a free box of cookies and of course, an extra warm smile after the session. Right now, Esther has finished sorting out her paper works, and does not have anything to do but to read a book she bought weeks ago.

She flipped through the pages of her book, taking a sip of her black coffee. Enjoying the day, its serenity and quietude, until she realized that she was not alone.

“Good day. How can I be of help?” Esther looked at the person with interest.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I though I’d just come by and say hi.” Life after wedding was a lot more complicated than she had first thought; stacks and stacks of fresh responsibilities were laid upon her and it was difficult to catch up on her work these days. Still, Elle tried her best to adjust herself to everything. She put her files down on the table. “How are you?”

[ellianakim]

aubrey--harkin:

“I can’t do that, okay?… It’s gross and I don’t like dairy, it upsets my stomach…. I don’t understand why this has to happen today… I mean, don’t I at least get to finish out the week being able to choose what I get to eat?”

“Are you lactose intolerant?” She inquired, she kept forgetting on her task to read more of Aubrey’s file, but she hoped the girl hadn’t noticed. “Right. What would you rather eat?”

[ellianakim]

jaclynharr:

“Okay.” She liked the idea of being allowed in a place reserved for staff members. “Yeah, right.” Jaclyn got to her feet.

“Okay. I’m Elliana, you can just call me Elle.” She never truly handled a patient who was this quiet and reserved before; they were either as unstable as Gwen, or soft as Roland. “Follow me. How are you feeling today?”

[ellianakim]

aubrey--harkin:

“Okay, no. No. They said that the new plan wasn’t going to go into effect until Sunday… I’m not eating the yogurt. I ate the fruit off the top, okay? I ate something. I’m following the rules. This is bullshit, you can’t keep me here…”

“I’m sorry. But we need to have you take at least a few more bites before you go. The fruit isn’t enough, Aubrey. Just take about three or four more spoonful of it, and then you can go.” Elle would be watching her still, but it was better than nothing.

[ellianakim]

jaclynharr:

“I’m fine. It’s too crowded here.” She stared straight ahead. “Everyone is so fucking loud.”

“I see. We could go to the nurse’s station if you’d like, no one’s really there right now and it’s a lot more quiet.” She suggested, cocking her head. “Jaclyn, right?”

[ellianakim]

jaclynharr:

Jaclyn was sitting outside of her room. “I don’t have to go tonight. You can’t make me.” She clenched her teeth together, her fists balled up and knocking together.

“We could stay here then.” Elle wasn’t sure if she was going to partake in herself; a mere few days after returning, and the building was suddenly stacked up with rainbows. She glanced down at the girl’s hand. “Are you alright?”