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“I probably am, if I can toot my own horn,” she add, crinkling her nose lightly in laughter. “This is also the most exciting thing that’s happened to me,” Bo answered, shrugging a shoulder as she paused at a stop sign, then started to drive again. “Actually, a boy who frequents the shop with his mom gave me a valentine today that had a bee on it, with the phrase ‘bee my valentine’ on it. That was pretty exciting.”

Bo jotted down the information as he spoke, the pen making soft scratching sounds against the paper. "No insurance, got it," she mumbled to herself, something catching in her throat. Quickly, she coughed into her elbow away from the bleeding teen. "Sorry about that, Everett," the sickly girl apologized, clearing her throat before glancing over to him. "Okay now, any allergies? Also, they're gonna need what injuries you have currently."

Bo smiled faintly as the teen agreed for her to help him, taking three clipboard and pen from his hands carefully. “It’s no problem,” she said, adjusting the tubing around her ear before focusing on the sheets in front of her. She crossed off his attempt to write and wrote in the date at the corner of the page. “So, name and age?” Bo asked, glancing over to the teen before looking back to the clipboard. “And if you have insurance, they need the name of your carrier.”

“What can I say, I’m a fantastic Valentine,” Bo said, giggling at the pun one of her own last name. Fingers tapped on the wheel as Fox turned on the rock station, her head bobbing to the beat. “Nice choice,” she added, turning left towards the restaurant. “So, how has your day been, Fox?”

“Let’s take my car,” Bo answered, trailing behind Fox a few steps ahead. “That way you can admire the chocolate cross right now,” she added with a laugh, hopping down the steps of the porch once they were out front. The girl made the way to her car, grabbing her keys from her purse and unlocking it. “But, you can pick the music today.” Opening the door, she placed her tank in the car and slid inside the driver’s seat.

Bo furrowed her brow, brown eyes falling back on her forms. "Whatever," she said, more confused than anything else - who would she even tell that she saw him? She didn't know him, even if she thought he looked familiar. She focused back on the paperwork, chewing lightly on her lip. A few silent minutes later and she finished the forms, standing up and walking to the receptionist. The girl smiled and handed off the clipboard, making her way back to her spot. She sat down, fully planning to keep to herself... until she noticed the boy struggling to write. "Do you need help writing or something...? Doesn't look easy with your shoulder fucked up like that."

Bo chewed on her lip, almost halfway done with her forms. "Ah, okay. Just thought you looked kind of familiar," she replied, keeping her gaze on the clipboard. Of course this kid didn't want to talk to her - no one wanted to talk to other people in the public waiting room. Bo was, in fact, most likely the exception to the rule. Having been in her fair share of waiting rooms in her life, she never was a fan of the awkward, depressing aura of them. Talking to people helped take her mind off of it. "Well, it looks like you might have had a worse day than me," the girl deadpanned, looking to the boy with an arched brow.

Bo nodded at his comment, quietly saying, "Don't plan on nudging your shoulder," under her breath as she continued to fill out the form. She stopped for a moment, glancing to her tank before nestling it between her knees. Feeling something start to come up in her throat, she pulled out a tissue from her purse and coughed into it. Phlegm, more than usual. She grimaced, crumpling the tissue and hiding it under her leg. Glancing to the bloody boy again, she paused, brow furrowing. She had seen him somewhere before... but where? "You go to the college around here?" Bo asked, her gaze on her form.

"Hm..." Bo trailed off in thought, glancing up to the ceiling before looking back to Fox. "Let's do LA Sushi, I haven't been there in forever," she decided, standing up from her spot. She quickly dusted off her dress of sugar cookie crumbs before tugging on the hemline. "Ready to go soon?"

Bo laughed, scrunching up her nose lightly. "It's just weird, but you just seem like a chocolate cross kind of man," she teased, letting out a soft chuckle. "Ooh... Japanese sounds really good," she agreed with him, nodding her head. "Yeah, I could totally go for some sushi. You wanna go to the Sushi Boat or the one place that just reads, Japanese in big, red letters?"

Harder for her to breathe than usual, Bo had driven herself to the hospital, not wanting to bother Fox for a ride. It was 'the usual' kind of problems, needing her lungs cleared out - she didn't want to scare him with something she could deal with herself. Once in the hospital waiting room, she took her clipboard of paperwork and glanced around the room. Lot of people in there, but she spotted an empty seat beside a boy who.... unfortunately looked like he was bleeding. Coughing into the crook of her arm, she shuffled to the spot, the wheels of her oxygen tank squeaking against the linoleum floor, and sat down. "Sorry to invade your space, but this was the only free spot," she apologized to the boy, grabbing a pen from her purse. Bo glanced to the kid, trying to hide any shock by how he looked. She looked away, starting to scribble away at her first form.

"Wait, you didn't get the life-size cutout of me I sent you?" She asked, teasingly as she took another bite. "I have chocolate for you in my car. It's a chocolate cross I found in the Easter section, because I thought that was more you than a heart-shaped box of chocolates." Finished with the cookie, she crumbled up her napkin, thought kept it balled up in her fist. "Ah, a good Valentine's tradition. You know, we could go out to eat. It'll be better than Ramen noodles and Cheetos."

Bo made a quick adjustment to the floral arrangement, pink and red roses, on the kitchen counter, a wide smile on her face. While the girl didn’t have plans with ‘someone special’ for the holiday, she still liked to celebrate in any way she could. So, bringing a little Valentine’s Day cheer to the Murder House seemed to be a decent place to start. She opened up a box of sugar cookies carefully beside the flowers, placing a pale pink card beside it that read, ’take one!’ with a heart drawn beside it. Bo paused, grabbing a napkin and placing one of the cookies on it before shuffling to the table and sitting down. As she waited for someone, anyone, to come inside the kitchen, she tore of piece off of the cookie and popped it into her mouth.

Bo smiled widely as she spotted Fox, swallowing down her bit of cookie. "Hey, Fox," she replied, dusting her hands off on her pink dress. "I'm just trying to live up to my last name," she answered, gesturing to the flowers and cookies. "Since I didn't have any plans today, I figured if I could do something nice here. I also gave flowers to that old lady, Ms. Herrera, who lives across from me...." she trailed off, smiling to her friend. "What're you doing here?"