“How to Save A Life..” Remake Roleplay (read the description, please)

Caroline's head swiveled when she heard Briar's voice. She was alive and talking, She broked down crying with joy. "Oh my god, you're ok, they healed you!" She grabbed Briar's hand and squeezed it.

Dove took a step back, "I-I should probably go. Umm. You guys-I-um-yeah. Bye." she started packing her things and she grabbed her lunch, trying to make her way past The Dr. Horne and The Dr. Tamara.

Nat looked out the door for a second. "BRIAR!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF YOUR BED??!?!!?!?!?" Sh walked up to her. "If you keep walking you could permanently break your spinal cord!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Can't you stay a little longer?" Oliver called after Dove shyly, reluctant to let the girl leave, especially after everything she'd done for him today. "We're all around the same age here, it'd be easier if we, you know. Stuck together."

"R-really?" Dove's eyebrow furrowed, "I don't think I'd be much help."

"I think everyone needs a little counselling after everything that's happened today. Or I do at least. Maybe I'm just going insane." He shrugged playfully, giving Dove a weak smile.

"Okay." Dove smiled, silently cursing inside. I need to use my insulin pump. "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."

“HOLY..” Briar screamed, her shoulders tensed up, she turned to face Nat.
“Oh…salutations..I’ll be in my room..” with that, she hobbled back to her room, in order to escape Nat’s frazzled, angry rage

"I'll be here I guess." Oliver shrugged and then yawned loudly, his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment.

Nat followed her. "Just………….." She said gently, helping Briar as she almost fell. "You almost died like, three hours ago. You shouldn't be walking."

Dove rushed to the bathroom and gave herself a corrective dose before heading back towards Dr. Horne.

“But I have to work..” she whined.
“I want to feel people’s blood on my hands..it makes me happy.” She pouted.

"Wanna grab lunch? I sort of abandoned my tuna sub in the caf." Oliver sighed and bit down on his lip so hard that he drew some blood. He was trying to avoid thinking about earlier.

Caroline cocked an eyebrow at Briar. "I feel like there's something wrong with that comment."

Dove nodded, "Sure. Cafeteria?"

"If you don't let yourself heal the only blood you'll be feeling on your hands is your own. That's really disturbing by the way." Nat said as they got back to Briar's hospital room.

“Or..instead of resting, I could be practicing for my parkour tournament next Saturday or maybe repair a fractured ankle—“ Briar stopped midway in her sentence and held her stomach, doubled over. She began to cough up blood rather violently.

"Sounds good to me!" Oliver forced a smile, walking to the cafeteria.

Dove hung back, "You don't have to pretend to be happy. I find the best way to deal with sadness is to talk about it or tell someone."

Natalie grabbed Briar and pulled her to her bed. "This is why you shouldn't have been walking!" She began trying to pinpoint where the internal bleeding was.

"Looks like I don't have to do much telling." Oliver let the smile drop off his face. "Guess it's sort of hard to lie to someone who studies human psychology." He joked weakly.

"Studied. I graduated a few years back." Dove had a firm look on her face, "You have to go deal with the cause of your pain. Let's visit Briar."

"Or we could not do that." Oliver suggested, an innocent look on his face. "Maybe get some food? Take a nap?"

Dove raised an eyebrow, "I don't think you want to take a nap with me."

Natalie sat back and breathed a sigh of relief. The internal bleeding wasn't as bad as she thought. This kind of internal bleeding would correct itself in a second.

“Well..excuse me if I didn’t know I would be puking up my DNA!” Briar groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. The pain in her stomach was dull a lot of the time, but became sharp whenever she vomited

(XD I've been looking up all of this medical stuff)

"No! No, that's not what I meant!" He blushed. "But can we put this off for just a little while?"

Natalie gave her an annoyed look. "Didn't you learn about internal bleeding when you went to med school????????"

"Why?" the question was so simple. And so overlooked, but Dove found that it was essential to her patients; even when they wouldn't answer truthfully.