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

"Because…" Oliver fumbled for the right words. "Because I um…" Oliver looked at the ground and sighed.

“Uh..Yeah. But I never thought..I would have it..if that kid wasn’t trying to be another Jake Paul clone, taking his selfie or whatever, I wouldn’t be on the verge of death!” Okay, she exaggerated a little on that last point. Jake Paul really got on Briar’s nerves for reasons that were well known by anyone who’s anyone.

"Okay, Briar, you need to calm down. Stressing out is only going to make the internal bleeding worse." Natalie felt bad for her new friend, knowing that it could be hard to deal with this kind of thing.

“Hmmph. Jake Paul can go eat dirt.” She reluctantly got back in bed, and laid flat on her back.

"Because you can't deal with the pressure of seeing your friend even the tiniest bit hurt?" Dove tried to make eye contact, her electric blue eyes meeting his light blue ones.

Natalie looked at the blood on her hands. She quickly washed them and started cleaning the bloody mess on the floor.

"Umm… I-I…"' Oliver scratched the back of his neck, his face red. "I just…" He stammered. He made eye contact with Dove and found himself clearing his throat, letting out a quiet "Yeah…"

"Mmm." Dove grabbed his hand, "Let's go see your friend, Dr. Horne."

“I never want to see a window. Ever again.” Briar began to shake as she finally began to recollect the memories of what had happened only hours ago.
“I’m officially afraid of heights.”

Oliver allowed himself to be dragged along, his heart sinking in his chest. "Are you sure we can't do this later?"

"Nope." Dove moved her hand from his hand to his wrist.

Natalie laughed softly. "And I am officially afraid of letting you out of my sight."

"Figures." Oliver sighed and followed Dove quietly, biting nervously on his lip.

"Now, where's Briar?" Dove put a hand on her hip and faced Dr. Horne before stepping a little bit back. We're too close. "I can't lead you to corrective surgery, I'm a psychologist, remember?"

"Right, right. So we come back later?" Oliver asked hopefully.

"No, you idiot." Dove shook her head, "We're going to see her and you are going to take us there." she smiled and then succumbed to her thoughts. I'll have to deal with his guilt about the dead boy later. Force him to go to the funeral? No. Talk to him. Help him feel better. Bring comfort and pillows and hot chocolate. Death is…hard to deal with.

Natalie slid down on the floor and leaned her head on the wall. Thank you God for saving her. She rejoiced silently. "Thy will be done." She said softly.

"I have clearance." He mumbled, taking his I.D. badge out of his pocket with shaky hands. He gripped tightly onto Dove's hand, slowly leading the two of them forward towards the room Briar was in. He halted outside the door, unwilling to enter.

Natalie heard something outside the door. She went over and opened it. "Oh hey you too." She said, running her hand over her face.

"H-Hey." Oliver kept his eyes fixed on the floor, afraid to look up.

She sighed. "Would ya just come in already please? Briar's doing a lot better." She didn't want to mention the internal bleeding.

Dove smiled, content in her heart that she was helping someone.

Natalie stood to the side, inviting the two to enter.

Oliver forced himself to walk forward, his eyes glued to the floor. He dragged Dove in behind him as if she was providing some type of moral support he didn't really understand. He stopped once they reached Briar's bedside, but he couldn't quite look up, not yet.

Dove let herself be dragged and she kept her eyes locked onto Dr. Horne's ponytail.

Natalie closed the door, then went back to where she had been sitting. She closed her eyes and tried to get rid of the spitting headache that had formed.

Oliver lifted his head quickly, deciding to quickly rip off the bandaid. Briar looked alright. Tired and pale, but as far as he could tell she was okay. He physically relaxed, some of the tension leaving his shoulders.

"Dr. Horne?" Dove rubbed her arm, "Don’t turn your face away. Once you’ve seen, you can no longer act like you don’t know. Open your eyes to the truth. It’s all around you. Don’t deny what the eyes to your soul have revealed to you. Now that you know, you cannot feign ignorance. Now that you’re aware of the problem, you cannot pretend you don’t care. To be concerned is to be human. To act is to care. ― Vashti Quiroz-Vega."

"She's okay." He mumbled out loud. "How long till she's up on her feet again?" He looked over at Natalie.

Natalie lifted her head up from between her knees. " Hmm? I don't know. A week and a half, at least."