#docmarsh

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Calabash is proud to have been involved in the development of Marshfield Clinic's DOC MARSH -- who recently made his world debut! Doc Marsh will be reaching out to kids, via the magic of charming illustrations, with messages for their safety and well-being. The sage sandhill crane is destined to become a reassuring presence for young patients, representing Marshfield Clinic's renowned empathy and quality pediatric care.

https://www.marshfieldclinic.org/doc-marsh

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[rymarshall]

Suddenly Everything has Changed || Marshalls

Ryan woke up tired. It had been a true blackout, complete with headache and dreamlessness, and for the first little while just as disorienting as before he'd gone to sleep. His first instinct was to pull out his phone to text Sawyer, but what he'd say he had no idea. He just had a very bad feeling that he'd done something wrong. It was useless, anyhow—his phone must still be downstairs. It wasn't with him, in any case.

He got up from the bed and let out a sigh, heading downstairs to get himself some water. He knew it was probably the only thing that would help with his physical feelings right now, but as for his emotional state, he didn't know. He just felt... shut down. At the moment, it wasn't even on his mind.

[rymarshall]

Echoes, Silence, Patience, and Grace || Marshalls

Whatever had been lifting Ryan's spirits lately, whatever kind of high he was riding, all of that was gone.

He sprang into action immediately—faster than he probably should have. He had to get to the hospital; it was his single goal and overriding thought, and he couldn't let himself care about anything else. He pocketed his phone and grabbed his keys, the motions all but mechanical. In a moment, he was in his car and driving to the hospital. He hadn't even locked the front door in his hurry, but how that mattered, Ryan wasn't sure.

He knew Owen wouldn't have sent the text if it wasn't an emergency. Especially not the kind of text he'd sent. Something about it made Ryan's heart stop, drop deep into his stomach. 

He pulled into the parking lot and wasted no time getting out of the car and heading for emergency. He didn't know where she was, didn't know what had happened. His eyes open for any sign of his brother, or Sawyer's family, he approached the desk and then paused. He knew they wouldn't help him here. They never did.

He asked anyway, and the flimsy unhelpful reply set his teeth grinding in his skull. He felt like he was going to explode. His heart beat fast and hard against his ribs, threatening to burst him open. At least, he thought grimly, he was already in a hospital.

An inch from snapping at the woman behind the desk, he wheeled around and marched frustratedly over to a chair to wait. He would have wandered the whole damn building, if he had any idea at all where she'd be. The most he could do now, he knew, was sit and wait for someone to tell him what the fuck was going on, be it Owen or Lily, or Lucas and Peyton, or the useless woman withholding information ten feet to his right.

He collapsed down into the chair and leaned forward onto his elbows, bowing his head and letting his fingers run into his hair. Somewhere in the building was the most important person in the world, and there was nothing he needed more than for her to be alright.

[rymarshall]

Crash Course in Polite Conversations || Ryan&Owen

The days home at Tree Hill had already started to blend together, as they always did when one slipped into a routine. Ryan spent most of his days split between holing up in his room and working out either at the university gym (even if it was a bit of a drive away) or some sort of basketball court. His only real summer goal was getting back in shape, something that was often hindered by the desire to sit around and do absolutely nothing. That, and avoid his father, which was much easier said than done while living in his house.

On the social side of things, he'd drifted far off the map. Dropping in on Sawyer wasn't as convenient from another town, he had no idea whether Logan was still at school or in Tree Hill again, and as far as he knew Nate could have gone off on another music thing for the summer. He didn't find himself thinking too much about those sorts of things, at least not in any sort of significant amount. If anyone wanted to get in touch with him, they knew how.

Today, however, he had an errand to run, one that brought him to the hospital his brother worked at. That thought hadn't really occurred to him, and he'd long ago stopped keeping track of his brother's schedule anyway. Owen could be here, in the middle of a shift, at the beginning or end of one, or not here at all. Ryan had no idea.

Once he got there he parked and made his way inside, intent on finding the pharmacy. All things considered, he wasn't exactly crazy about wandering these halls, and it wasn't long before he found himself getting a bit turned around. He stopped by a directory sign on the wall, trying to map out a path before starting off again in the right direction.

[lilyroe]

Text to Owen

Lily: How are you doing?

[lilyroe]

The Trick is to Keep Breathing || Lily/Owen

After quickly looking up the address to be sure she knew where she was going, Lily pulled the car out onto the street and started to make her way to Owen's.  She wasn't sure why, but there was something about his posts that had worried her... They'd certainly worried her enough to be worried about him driving, if nothing else. She knew driving when you were upset was dangerous, and given the apparent luck of the Marshall family over the last few months, she figured she was probably right to keep him off the roads. It didn't take her long to get there. She pulled up in front of his place and turned the car off so she could get out and go up to the door.

[lilyroe]

@Owen

Lily crossed her arms, drawing her coat around her a little more tightly.  Unfortunately for her, she'd dressed for work and not for cold, deciding that carrying around a bag with a spare set of clothes was too impractical for the evening.  She kept an eye out for Owen's car, pretty sure she'd recognize it from the other day, or at least recognize every car like it that passed as being his.  All in all, she was pretty pleased to be hanging out with Owen without the pretence of helping her with her thesis or something like that.  She thought he was a genuinely good guy.

[lilyroe]

@Owen

When the library had closed the night before, Lily returned to her apartment to continue working on her thesis.  She'd stayed up most of the night, and only gotten two or three hours of sleep before she had to be up for an early class.  She hadn't expected her schedule to have so many late nights and early mornings, with long breaks in between that always seemed to just waste away.  Still, it was always better to take some of that time to be social, especially when so much of your time you were busy working by yourself.  She had some friends she liked to hang out with, but a fresher face is always nice now and then, and to be honest the thought of spending an amount of time talking to Owen Marshall wasn't an all-too-unappealing idea.  She'd liked spending time with him the other night, just hanging out, and it certainly didn't hurt that he was her best primary source on the zoo her life was about to become.  She was actually kind of glad he'd gone for it; she didn't realize how much she'd been expecting him to refuse until he'd accepted.  She showed up early, grabbing a table in anticipation of the mid-afternoon rush, but didn't think she'd order until he showed up.