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

“Oliver!” Briar raced to his table, panting and glistening with sweat. Skidded to a stop in front of him.
“A patient of mine was in a car crash..his heart rate skyrocketed and now I think he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. He’s only four years old. Can you please come with me, I could really use your help.”

Natalie finished with Anna. She bent over and made eye contact with her. "Your arm is fractured and you havea concussion, and a few bad scratches, but other than that, you'll be fine." She patched Anna up and put her in a room under the supervision of a nurse, then went to eat. She went into the cafeteria and almost bumped into Briar. "Oops! Sorry!"

(I've got to go to lunch. I'll be back in about a half an hour to an hour.)

"On it. Take me to him." Oliver jumped out of his seat, sending a one last forlorn look at the coffee machine. He quickly followed Brair, anxiously mumbling to himself. "Four year old. Extra delicate cardiovascular system." He mumbled, tightening his ponytail.

Dove
17
girl
5'5"
She has short curly neon pink hair, chocolate colored skin, blue eyes, wearing a black lace top and distressed jeans, white sneakers, somewhere in between curvy and stick-straight

flirty, but gets embarrassed when others flirt with her, laughs at the worst times, nose buried in a book, experienced liar, obsessed with lemongrass tea and blueberry muffins, sings pretty good, terrible at sports except badminton, adopted by a gay couple, stands up for herself and others, never speaks unless spoken to.
Specially: Psychologist

Thomas sat down in the spinny chair in his less-than-likeably small office. He wasn't really sure why he chose oncology. It was times of silence, particularly in this room, that really got to his nerves. Oncology was lonely and sad.

“No..stay, we need you.” Briar gave her a tight smile and went sprinting down the hall once more until she made it to the ER, once again. She pulled back to curtain to her patient’s bay. and screamed. She put a shaking hand to her mouth and stumbled back.

Caroline rushed out of the elevator and was immediately joined by another doctor. "One child, its mother went into labour a bit under an hour ago, dilated 7 centimetres."
The baby had a very good chance of survival. "How's the mother?"
"Terrified. We considered sedatives-"
"Do not give her sedatives. She needs to be fully conscious." They arrived at the room and Caroline smoothed her features into a calm expression. "Alright, Ms. Kent, the first thing we need you to do is calm down." She went to the cot and took the woman's hand. "Your son has a good chance of survival even in the case of a natural delivery, but it would be wise to consider getting corticosteroid injections, which would help with the baby's lungs."
She motioned to nurse. "Prep two corticosteroid injections and get her magnesium sulphate." She turned back to the woman. "Is this your first child?"
The husband answered. "This is her second." Caroline looked up at him and nodded. "
"Good. Was your first premature?" The mother shook her head. "Do you have any history of birth defects in your family?" A nod. "Ok. I recommend getting the corticosteroid injections. We'll also give you some magnesium sulphate to help with the baby's brain. Caroline stood up and exited the room, in search of the nurse she had sent to get the medication.

Thomas opened one of the desk drawers, pulling out one of the plastic figurine birds of his collection. Although very childish, he knew, honestly it helped him earn patient's trust. And the little kids just absolutely loved them. Especislly the mocking bird figurine. He bought a bird for every child patient put through the plague of cancer. Let them choose and name a bird.
He turned the mockingbird over in his fingertips.

Oliver came to a halt beside Briar, staring at the flatlining monitor. The loud beep filling his ears. He felt himself blanch and pale. "No." He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. "God, no." He was at the little boy's side, his heart dropping in his chest. "Nurse! Nurse! Get me a defibrillator! Now, please!" Oliver begged. One gently grabbed his arm and began to push him back.

Thomas began lining the little birds across his desk, finding he was smiling now.

"You don't understand! There could still be a chance! The longer we wait the more damage you're doing!" Oliver pushed past the nurse, his normal kind demeanor broken with a wild, frantic look in his eyes. "I said get me a defibrillator! This kid can't die!" He barked the order, rushing over to the boy to begin chest compressions.

Briar couldn’t move. She heard that heart-shattering beep many times in her life. But this was different. She had promised that little boy that he would be reunited with his mother. Now he was gone. She was going to have to tell his anxious mother..that she had killed her son.
Briar couldn’t bear it any longer. She collapsed to the cold linoleum floor, shaking.

Dove sat in her office and awaited her next patient. A knock came from the door and a muffled voice asked, "Ms. Lafontaine?
"Come in!"
A woman came in and sat down, "I'm Hannah."
"Hello Hannah! Now why are you here?"
The woman looked flustered, "My daughter, she has depression, I was wondering if…"
"Did you bring your daughter?" Dove leaned back in her seat.
"Yes. I did. Klara? Klara!" the woman called out. A girl came in, hiding her flushed face with her hair. Dove smiled, and made eye contact, "Hi, I'm Dove." she turned towards the mother, "This is where we usually ask the parents to leave." the woman stayed, but then got up and left the room. "Now, Klara, your mother told me that you have a clinical problem called depression."
"Y-yeah." Klara's voice was small.
Dove smiled at her, "I had depression a while back. I know how it feels." she shivered, "It was like a cold, dark monster that sucked on my happiness."
Klara nodded.
"Depression is a tricky thing, unlike how some people see it, depression is a serious medical condition and it needs to be treated." Dove got a pencil and started writing something, "I have a prescription here that would help you and you have to promise me something."
Klara managed a smile, "What?"
"Go outside, do jumping jacks, surround yourself with people who love you. If you need help, ask for it. Okay?"
"Okay."
Klara left with the prescription and Dove leaned back in her seat, drinking some tea.

Oliver was being wrestled backward by three nurses. "Dr. Horne! You're going to cause damage to the body!" One snapped, but there was sympathy in the woman's eyes.

"I-I… I can't let him die!" Oliver croaked, crying. The fight started to leave him and soon he had exhausted himself, going limp as two nurses lifted him up under his shoulders.

"This is why we shouldn't be letting kids work here." One shook her head. Oliver was quietly sobbing as he was dragged out of the room. "Let's just take him to Dove."

Thomas emerged from his office. His patient had just called to cancel the appointment, so… he decided to make an attempt to socialize.

Dove got a call from the office, telling her to clear her schedule, a doctor was coming in. She waited in her seat, drinking tea to calm her nerves, a doctor?

Caroline returned with the nurse and paged for a midwife to join them. The mother was now dilated 8 and a half centimetres. "Ma'am, it's now or never. Their a few risks that come with these injections. They sometimes lead to joint pain or early osteoarthritis for the mother, but it's nothing that can't be fixed."
Both women looked at the husband, who nodded. Ms. Kent followed suit.
"Alright then." Caroline motioned to the nurse to give the injection. "It'll be over in a second." It was done, and the mother relaxed. The midwife entered.
"She's dilated 8 and a half centimetres. What's the estimation for the birth?" Caroline asked her.
"Depending on the speed of dilation, that'll be 15 to 45 minutes How far apart are contractions?"
"A minute and a half." Ms. Kent let out a scream and Caroline started shaking.
"Honey, make that 10 to 25 minutes." Ms. Kent started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Sir, hold on to your wife, please, and try to comfort her." the midwife said and walked over to her stool. She dragged it to the end of the cot. "9 centimetres."
Caroline went over to the machine. The mother's heartbeat was spiking but the baby's was steady.
"Someone prep the incubator," she called.
"Ten centimetres!" the midwife. Caroline rushed to the mother's side and held her hand. "Start pushing."
She screamed and sat up, fear written all over her face.
With ten minutes of painful effort, the baby was born. He was silent. Caroline paled and walked over to it. It was small. Too small. The midwife put it in Caroline's arms, and the girl stroked its head; it let out a low whine. Caroline's shoulders slumped in relief. She handed it to a nurse to take care of for the time being. "Congratulations. There are no physical abnormalities and he's breathing steadily. We'll have to x-ray him in a bit to check for any internal problems, but for the time being, he's perfect."
She exited the room and sank to the ground. There was always the fear the baby would be born dead, and mercifully, today was not the case.

"Dr. Horne, you need to calm yourself." The nurse ordered tiredly, a strained smile on her face. Oliver was still sobbing and had let out a loud wail moments before. "You're disturbing the patients." She added. At that Oliver managed to quiet to mere sobs and sniffles shakily being lead into an office.

“I was the one who let him die..and Oliver took the blame for it..” She croaked, feeling her stomach lurch angrily.
She hoppped up and raced to the ladies room and slammed the door behind her. Once she was alone, she kneeled over the toilet and retched up her breakfast. Gross.

"D-Dr. Horne. H-hello." he hands were shaking as she lifted her tea. Oh God, oh God.

Oliver choked back a sob, his hand shaking as he weakly waved in greeting. A meager attempt to compose himself.

Thomas stopped in the hall when he heard voices inside Dove's office.
Part of himself sank with disappointment, but the other elated with relief.