[ 70th consult | video / action at the hospital ]

[dr_conscience]

[At about 12:30 AM, a video post makes its way to the network. The feed turns on as the device is nestled down into its place. It looks out over rows of cars - sports cars, ambulances, school buses, police cars, monster trucks, each of them a slightly differently scaled diecast representation of a vehicle. At the edges of the frame, you can just discern the building-block structure upon which the device sits. The carpet that the cars rest on, and the seating beyond them, may be just enough for those familiar with the hospital to discern this as a waiting room in pediatrics. And then, a small child crawls into the picture - brown hair, brown eyes, about four years old. He grabs a monster truck from the back row in his hand and moves it around as he talks in a falsely deepened voice.]

NO. I park up front so I can see Godzilla better!

[And so, he lowers the monster truck and has it drive over the cars which were in front of it - tossing each of them aside with a crashing noise he makes with his mouth. Then, he picks up a bigger monster truck and adopts a slightly different deepened voice.]

Stop picking on little cars!

[And that monster truck tosses the first one aside with a much larger crashing noise, gleefully provided. He puts it down, and grabs a few of the smaller cars, providing their responses:]

Yay, yay! You saved us! Yay!

[And the big truck:]

SHH! NO TALKING DURING THE MOVIE OR I CRUSH YOU.


[ooc: So, someone is four.]

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[dr_conscience]

James.

[But he doesn't get up, not yet. He's picking up the cars that have been tossed aside, lining them back up.]

She's with doctors.

[eiremagic]

I'd reckon, yeah?

[She looks him over. He looks...familiar.]

We'll go find her.

[dr_conscience]

Dad said to wait here.

[He turns his attention away from the cars and looks up at her.]

What's your name?

[eiremagic]

I'm Eden.

[dr_conscience]

You work here?

[eiremagic]

Right on the first.

What are your parents here for?

[dr_conscience]

Getting the baby.

[eiremagic]

Little brother?

[dr_conscience]

Uh-huh! I'm gonna take care of him. I'll be lots better than my big brother.

[eiremagic]

At least someone'll be alert, yeah?

[dr_conscience]

Yeah.

[Now he's tilting his head because he's back to trying to figure you out.]

You don' look like a doctor.

[eiremagic]

I'm a phlebotomist.

[dr_conscience]

[His eyes widen at that, because it's a very impressive word.]

Whassat?

[eiremagic]

Someone who draws blood.

[dr_conscience]

[Well now he's just confused.]

Like pictures?

[eiremagic]

[She laughs]

No, I just...if someone's sick, I take a little blood, and check it over to help see what's going on in their body.

[dr_conscience]

Oh.

[Well that makes more sense. He thinks blood is one of those things doctors probably know about.]

So you can see germs and stuff in it?

[eiremagic]

's right.

[dr_conscience]

So doctors need you to tell them what germs they hafta fight.

Cool.

[eiremagic]

You're not sleepy, bug?

[dr_conscience]

[He shakes his head.]

Naw. It's not late.

[As far as he knows.]

[eiremagic]

[She stands and offers a hand]

What's your last name, bug? Lets go find your da.

[dr_conscience]

's Wilson.

[And he stands up.]

He went with my brother.

[eiremagic]

[She does a double take, but manages not to freak out]

Yeah? James Wilson? Good name.

[Holy shite]

[dr_conscience]

Uh-huh. I like it.

[He's looking past you now and at the hallway, frowning at it because it doesn't look the same as it did when his dad told him to stay in the waiting room.]