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

Her fingers ran through his hair and she laughed, "It was only a few hours ago, when we were eating Mcdonald's and I asked you out on a date."

"You wanna date me?" Oliver's mouth dropped open in shock. "I thought you just wanted to hang out!" He immediately took advantage of the new situation and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Dove blushed, "Um. I-I..um. Yeah. Both."

"You're really smart." Oliver ran his hands through his hair with a lovesick sigh. Maybe it was just the medication, but Oliver felt incredibly lucky he'd gotten Dove to like him.

"Thanks." Dove blushed a deeper red. "Y-you're really smart too." she rubbed the spot on her cheek where Oliver had kissed.

(I gtg. Goodnight @Nerd)

Oliver felt heat rise to his cheeks. "You could uhh… kiss me too, if you want to…" He trailed off, mustering the best puppy eyes he could manage.

Dove's mouth fell open, "Um. I-I.."

"N-No, no. I'm being stupid!" Oliver's face was profusely red, the heart monitor next to him started to beep as his pulse raced. He hid his face in embarrassment as a doctor rushed in.

"You're really not." Dove smiled awkwardly.

Oliver groaned in frustration as the doctor chuckled and walked back out, leaving him to wallow in self pity next to his crush. "I just… I…" He tried to find the words he wanted.

"Maybe some other day. When you're all healed." Dove patted his head.

He nodded his head in agreement. "So I'm all intact, right? Do you know if there's internal bleeding?" Oliver asked, shaking his head to get his hair out of his eyes. I really wish I had a hair tie…

Dove pushed his hair back, so she could see his face. "I don't know. I'm a physiologist, not a surgeon. Otherwise I would've been there, operating on you."

*psychologist

Oliver leaned back against a few pillows, relaxing a little. "Why'd you choose to go into psychology? If you don't mind me asking."

"I wanted to know how the brain works and why we act like we do." Dove pulled up a chair, "I knew I wanted to be a psychologist since age 10."

"Have any idea why I act like an idiot?" Oliver asked, joking a little. He had a tired smirk on his face.

"Maybe you're experiencing a crush. They tend to make people act foolish."

"I-uhh… I think I'd rather blame it on the morphine." Oliver glared at the heart monitor as it sped up with his heart rate. This was the worst possible time to be hooked up to a heart monitor. Like a giant lie detector beeping next to him.

She laughed, "You do that."

"I can't believe I crashed." Oliver mused quietly, staring at his lively heart monitor.

Dove reached over and held onto Oliver's hand, "Me neither."

Oliver face palmed himself as the heart monitor skyrocketed again. "I didn't mean to scare you." He murmured shyly, trying to ignore the spikes on the screen behind him.

"But you still did." she scooted a bit closer, "Nearly gave me a heart attack when I realized it was you." she picked at her bloody shirt.

"I was upset… and scared. I just wasn't thinking straight. I'm sorry I left. I know I shouldn't have. But I just couldn't handle it." He squeezed Dove's hand tighter, trying to stop himself from crying again.

"It's not your fault." she smiled, "Don't say sorry."

Oliver quietly sniffled, wiping at his eyes a bit. "I-I'm just sorta shaken up still."

Dove leaned over and hugged Oliver again, "As you should be. It's perfectly acceptable to be shaken up. I know. I'm a psychologist." she grinned.

Oliver wrapped his arms around Dove, grateful for the hug. "So are you gonna walk me through this then?"

"S-sure," Dove sputtered, "I'll definitely do that. I have knowledge in lots of things ranging on phobias to abuse."