Marlo Rivas

She was her father’s daughter but she’d inherited her mother’s black anger. It burned through her sometimes like a chemical fire, brief and devastating and utterly unstoppable.

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text ✉ the doctor

Benjamin: Oh no, no, please. I wouldn't want to interrupt your plans.

Benjamin: In that case, I think that would be nice.

Benjamin: So long as it doesn't disturb you in anyway

Marlo: You wouldn't interrupt my plans. Technically our appointment was my plan. I just got caught up here.

Marlo: Great. I'll see you soon then.

Marlo: Your health is important, Benjamin. It wouldn't disturb me.

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text ✉ the doctor

Benjamin: Oh, yeah sure don't worry it's all good.

Benjamin: Sure, yeah of course. If you can fit it into your schedule.

Benjamin: Don't feel it's necessary

Marlo: Are you sure? I could try and finish this up and get to my office around 15:45 if you'd prefer?

Marlo: Of course I can, Benjamin.

Marlo: Well I think it is. And I'd like to see you.

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text ✉ Marlo

Essie: it's fine, i don't mind rescheduling

Essie: is everything okay with you though?

Marlo: Great, thanks

Marlo: It's fine. Just some things I gotta handle. Are you okay to come by my office tomorrow?

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text ✉ DOCTOR Marlo

Matthew: In that case, I prefer to be referred to as Mr. Bay.

Matthew: No wait, I'd prefer that in both cases lmao

Matthew: Is that a thing?? I was just looking for a possible reason why I would've scheduled alone time with you but leave that dna test for what it is... I don't want my info in the system

Matthew: It'd give you something to do around here, what's the problem?!

Marlo: Fine, Mr. Bay

Marlo: Yes, if you want it's a possibility. And If you come by my office tomorrow you'll see what you're appointment is for.

Marlo: You realize that most of your info is already filed into the system, right?

Marlo: The problem? The problem is that I can't have everyone injuring themselves just because they want to get out of class. My job is to keep you healthy not hurt.

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text ✉ Marlo

Matthew: lame. I've let you see me inside out already Doctor. How much closer do you want to get?

Matthew: huh didn't I ask you to do one of those ancestry tests? Damn then what did we schedule for?

Matthew: Well the bees won't attack me today either and we all know I can't sit around waiting for my period!

Marlo: I'm your on site doctor Matthew, not one of your conquests.

Marlo: Wait you wanna do a DNA test?

Marlo: I'm serious Matthew. I don't want you injuring yourself as a ploy.

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text ✉ Marlo

Matthew: asdfghjkl Marloooo

Matthew: did you just raincheck me on something as important as DNA testing??

Matthew: who's gonna get me out of fifth period now? I was gonna injure myself and make a scene and everything for youuu

Marlo: It's Dr. Rivas

Marlo: we didn't schedule for a DNA test

Marlo: Seriously? Matt you can't just injure yourself just because you don't wanna be in class

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text ✉ open

Marlo: Something came up and I don't think I can make it to our appointment.

Marlo: Do you mind rescheduling?

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ftsilasm:

“i’m— hydra— hydrating,” he hiccuped before bringing the plastic bottle to his lips, sucking back the clear liquid that burned his throat as he gulped it down. it was clear that what he was drinking wasn’t actually water by the way he squinted his eyes and coughed a bit once he lowered the drink, but in all honesty, he was too drunk to think straight. silas looked to the other once more and slowly held it out to them, a smile on his lips. “do ‘ya want some? celebrate s-something with me? the… uhm, almost end of school? yeah. always something to celebrate.”

Her brows furrow at the sight of him and she takes him in, dark like hues assessing his appearance with a hint of dismay. “Are you drunk?” Marlo questions, her tone dripping with disapproval. She shakes her head then, huffing out and drawing closer, a slender hand reaching to snatch the bottle away. “When I said stay hydrated, Silas, I did not mean by alcohol.” She enunciates it clearly, hoping to convey her utter aggravation with him. Then, sighing, she moves to place him in a nearby seat. “Stay.” Commands she, stonily, sweeping away to get him some actual water.

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ftsilasm:

he decides to let her just do what she was there to do, his hands folding in his lap. “lovely,” he mutters then, eyes following her hand when she checked his temperature. “just the vomiting so far but if i’m cursed with the rest soon that’s definitely going to suck a lot,” silas sighed, the small release of breath only pausing the ache in his stomach for a brief second. “so, does this mean i have to be monitored for three to five days? for my own health, of course. there’s plenty of room in my dorm…”

She makes a mental note, a pensive sort of expression washing over her features as she steps away to search for some files onto her scattered desk. “Yes, well, food poisoning is never fun.” Marlo mutters offhandedly, her focus already drawn to the medical files in her hands. It’s only once his suggestive words fill the room that she lets her gaze flicker back to him, shaking her head slightly, the corner of her mouth scarcely tugged up. “No, this means you’re gonna have to avoid caffeine, stay hydrated and rest. I’ll get you a list of all the foods you can eat or should avoid and if it hasn’t resolved around 48 hours I need you to come back, okay?”

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ftsilasm:

“ah, don’t apologize. looks like a lot of people just aren’t able to hold their alcohol.” spoken like he could, though he only ever rarely had a drink. a proud sort of look crosses his face when he notices the smile that nearly shows on hers, a smirk now leaking onto his lips. although it fades as a frown takes over her features and he brings his hand to rest against his chest, “don’t stop on account of me.” silas said with his gaze on the frown, not answering her question immediately but eventually giving in since it was actually an issue. “yes, terribly. it only hit this morning though, so i imagine it will only get worse.”

She moves to meet his gaze, letting her expression soften just slightly. “Yeah.” Agrees Marlo. Brushing off his other comment, a bit more concerned with the matter of his stomach, she shifts to stand before him, watching him closely. “If it really is food poisoning, then yes. It’ll likely get worse. But it should resolve within three or five days. Have you been having any other symptoms? Diarrhea? Vomiting? Headaches?” She lists off, lifting a hand to check his temperature in a quick manner.

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ftsilasm:

“i’ll have you know, i barely drank over the spring break.” silas protested anyway, a kink in his brow as he looked to her. “listen, i understand my presence can prove to be an issue given our profound chemistry, but believe me when i say i’ve got something wrong going on down here,” he grinned, motioning to his stomach. “my best guess is food poisoning.”

“Right. Sorry. I’ve just been getting a lot of people in here who did.” She utters, breathing out a sigh. It’s as he sweeps on that she tilts her gaze, the corners of her mouth curving up slightly and a funny sort of expression crossing over her features. “I think I’ll manage.” Marlo replies. Then, as his words catch on, she frowns, drawing closer. “Have you been experiencing any abdominal pain or nausea?”

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writtenbymatthew:

“How about a deflated ego, does that count?” Matt raised an eyebrow at the young nurse. He was hovering in the doorway, arms crossed in front of his chest as he leant against the frame. A little smirk filled up his pause before he decided to explain himself further, at last. “Cause you did just pop mine by forgetting my appointment, miss.”

“No.” She resounds, her tone mixing with slight aggravation. She means to mutter on but distractedly moves around some parchement instead, only really glancing up when he mentions the appointment. She checks her watch then, cursing under her breath before directing her attention to him. “Sorry, I didn’t realize the time. Bay, right? Matthew Bay? Come in, close the door.”

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violinist-oliver:

“Would a ‘killer hangover’ not fit the serious problem description?” Oliver questioned as he crossed his arms over his chest while he casually leaned in the doorway. “Im not up to dealing with class right now, I figured you’d let me hide in here for a bit.”

“Not if it’s just a headache.” Utters she, hands flying to organize the scattered mess of papers on her desk. It’s as he sweeps on that she meets his gaze, her features softening. “Come on in. You can help me study while I deal with this mess.” She grins then, gesturing to the mahogany surface before shifting her school book towards him.

[mrlrvs]

“Unless you have a serious injury or problem, please just go to class.” Marlo mutters wearily, holding up a hand before the other can protest. “And a ‘killer hangover’ does not fit that description.”

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writtenbymatthew:

“Shush. I’ve still got two minutes left, for sure.” Matt waved off her comment, not one to give up immediately. “Look, I know this counts for part of our grades but- wait, that’s an excellent point I make here. Think about your grades! They’ll be so much better without me.” 

She raises a brow but remains silent otherwise, letting him rant out his excuses before cleverly making her own remark. “How do you know my grades would be better? Maybe I’m trying to use you to up my grades.”

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writtenbymatthew:

“Fine, but just so you know I will use all three of them to find something to persuade you.” The petty in Matthew’s words was easily detectable but at least it was hiding his desperation somewhat. “How about I pay you to do that team assignment?”

Her lips curl slightly, forming into the resemblance of a smile. But the pretty gesture of her features is false and placed. “Ah, no. You’re stuck with me, buddy. Just as I’m stuck with you.”

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designeranastasia:

“Oh, I was just wondering if you know where my bag is? I lost it the other day and thought it might be in here..” 

“Uh, no I haven’t seen it.” There’s a tight and slightly forced lipped smile on her features. “Sorry.” She adds as an afterthought. “Was that all?”