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

Name: Oliver Horne
Gender: Male
Looks: shoulder length, choppy coal black hair he almost always wears in a ponytail. He has bronze skin and light blue eyes. He can normally be found bustling around the hospital running on caffeine and determination. He keeps mostly to himself and is often overly polite to anyone he talks to. He has a hard time coping with losing patients during surgeries.
Age: 16
Specially: Cardiovascular system (Cardiothoracic Surgeon)

Thomas was spending a bit of freetime he had sitting in the chapel room. No, he was certainly far from religious, but the room was quiet, dim and peaceful. A perfect place to enjoy the tupperware of spaghetti he'd warmed up a few minutes before.

Oliver was in the hospital cafeteria, dressed fully in light blue scrubs as he scarfed down a tuna sandwich. He was exhausted, but when wasn't he? He'd just come out of a major surgery under an hour ago and, after taking a shower, had immediately went down to get food of some kind. Any kind. He received several odd looks from patients, but only smiled kindly in response. After this he was getting a shot of espresso to keep him going.

The last thing Briar O’Malley wanted that day was to be sprinting down the halls of Ross Memorial Hospital (I just came up with a random name :)) in blood stained scrubs trying to get down to the ER bay to unload a patient who had been critically injured in a car crash. It wasn’t uncommon for her to see theses types of things, for they happened every single day. She had built up a pretty good resilience to blood; being around it 24/7 made it seem normal. She rushed to meet her fellow colleagues as they unloaded the patient, who from what she could see was a little boy no more than four years old.
“Mommy..where’s my mommy..” The boy groaned, unable to move his head because of the brace that had been put around it.
Briar pushed her way to the front of the crowd and went to the boy’s side in an attempt to comfort him.
“She’s coming, buddy. You were hurt very badly in an accident, but you’re going to be alright, okay?” She tried to use her softest tone, but it was hard when the situation was so grave.
The boy did his best to nod, his blonde hair falling into his eyes.
“Okay..”

Thomas spooned another mouthful of noodles to his mouth. The room, he found, made a very good listener. He didn't feel self conscious talking to himself here, as there were no cameras.
"So." He began, wiping his chin. "Do you remember Sadie?"

The walls said nothing back.

"Figured as much," Thomas murmured back. "She, ah… she didn't make it," he spoke his burdens, looking up to the spindly and unimpressive alter as if looking for comfort.

Caroline walked the hallway in search of someone she knew. She decided to head down to the cafeteria and immediately spotted Oliver, eating alone.
She went over to him and collapsed into a chair at his table.

(Okay here is my character: Natalie Aryn Tamara )

"Are you alright Caroline? Need me to grab you food? Coffee? Something to else to drink?" He asked, already standing on his feet, albeit slightly unsteady.

Thomas looked down at his sad bowl of spaghetti.
"Don't look at me like that," he commented to the food.
Okay. That was weird. Well, he's weird.
He breathed a sigh, "I really need to mingle more, don't I?" He laughed.

Natalie sat down if front of a little girl. She took the small child's hands in her own. "I promise that your mother will be okay." The little girl sniffled. "Are you sure?" Nat smiled. "Yeah. Your mother's a fighter." She picked the girl up. "Let's go see how badly you were injured."

As Briar was heading to an on-call room to get changed for her surgery, she was stopped by an intern who looked at her with wild eyes.
“The boy who was in the car accident..his heart is racing..we need to get his heart rate down but we don’t have any nitroglycerin or stuff like that..” the intern twiddled his fingers nervously looking to Briar for an answer.
“You should know this stuff, Ernest..” she hissed, rubbing a hand through her hair.
“I’m sorry..I..”
“If his heart is racing that fast, he could go into cardiac arrest. Incubate him and start CPR! I’ll be there in a few minutes. ” Briar snapped, shooing him away.
Poor Ernest scurried down the hall, leaving Briar to take a breath.

Natalie passed Emilia in the hall, carrying the blood-covered girl to a room. Natalie specialized with children, and by now everyone was used to seeing Natalie carry around injured kids. "Hey Em." She said briefly as she passed her.

Thomas stood up off the pew, chewing the last bit of his meal. He relished the silence, and knew really soon he'd have to file through an emotionslly strenuous meeting with one of the patients.

Briar, now changed into fresh scrubs sprinted down the hall to the room where her patient was. She was surprised to see Emilia following her interns.
“Emilia, were you put on this case, too?” Briar gave her a puzzled look.

(Natalie is basically a pediatrician.)

"Are you alright Caroline? Need me to grab you food? Coffee? Something to else to drink?" He asked, already standing on his feet, albeit slightly unsteady.

"Third rejection of the week so far." she mumbled sadly. She noticed Oliver unsteady on his feet, and sat him down. "I'm going to get a coffee, won't be a minute."
She walked over to the coffee machine and made herself a big cup of black coffee, and walked back to the table.

Thomas emerged from the chapel into the hall, closing the lid on the tupperware. He headed to the cafeteria to throw away his napkins (and toy the idea of buying some M&M's), glancing briefly at Caroline and Oliver.

Oliver slumped back down on the table. "Keep your head up, Caroline. You're amazing at what you do. They're just scared." He encouraged, smiling sadly. Everyday here was an uphill battle, especially for the small group of young surgeons employed here. Oliver was always looked down and and misjudged, especially in his field of work.

(Can I join?)

Sure!)

Thomas kept his eyes on the two, hoping to make eye contact.

Natalie set the little girl down on a hospital bed. "Okay little one. What's your name?" The little girl looked up at her. "A-Anna." Natalie smiled. "Well okay Anna. I'm going to give you a check up. It won't hurt, I promise. Do you trust me?" Anna nodded. "Okay then."

She smiled at Oliver. "Thanks." She waved Thomas over and took a sip of the scalding liquid and cringed. She set down the cup and sucked in a breath of air, soothing her burnt tongue. She laughed at herself and was about to say something else to Oliver when her pager buzzed:
"Two months premature, room 344, the Kents."

“A Kid was injured in a car crash..he suffered a bit of head trauma but he’s stable. He has a few broken ribs and a fractured ankle. He’s gonna be fine..I hope..” Briar mumbled that last past under her breath. She pulled Emilia along by her arm, still explaining the dilemma. “One of my interns told me that his heart rate skyrocketed, so I’m worried he might go into cardiac arrest..”
“Wait! Hold on!” Briar veered left, Emilia still in tow and raced into the cafeteria in search of Oliver.

"Good luck." Oliver nodded, hearing the all too familiar buzz of a pager. He didn't have another surgery for an hour or so, giving him a short time to rest.

"Thanks again." She jumped to her feet and rushed to the elevator, hurriedly pressing the button for the third floor.

Thomas began towards the second floor, then.
So, he thought. How to make a friend. Other than a room, that is.
Hah.