Elizabeth Kingsly

"It’s hard to bore someone when you are gorgeous." He said simply. Owen had always taken to recognizing beauty when it was evident. His mother had always told him to compliment all the women he came across, especially ones that looked as beautiful as she was. It was an innocent comment, one he was comfortable making and seemed casual on his lips. "Oh right you have all of us on file. Does that mean you have gone through mine?" His palms sweat at the thought of it. He was terrified of finding out his secret, he had only told Devin about the real reason why he was here. 

His compliment threw her off, he seemed to say it without a care. As if he was telling her what he ate for breakfast. She questioned if he was serious or not, if he was perhaps playing her, but he didn't really seem the type. Nothing in his eyes suggested he was anything other than purely honest. Which made her wonder if he was like this with the patients too, if he was like this with every woman he met. Did he compliment them and lure them towards him so he could have them all for himself. The idea alone disgusted her and she couldn't imagine he was like that. So she smiled and nodded. "Thank you." She wasn't particularly impressed, but slightly flattered all the same. Shaking her head at his question. "No, not really. Just your picture. I'm only interested in what medicines you take, so I won't mix them up accidentally. I prefer to let the patients tell me about themselves what they want me to know." The woman shrugged. "I'm only here to tend to you physical well being. Not mentally. Although I'd like to be."

He smiled to himself as he saw her loosen up around him. “It’s honestly just a quirk. Nothing deeper than that I swear.” He played with his hands, picking at a hang nail as he listened to her, “So how is your day going? You never answered my question.” He nudged her knee with his own, insisting that she answer his question. 

Nodding at his answer, she didn't push any further. Everyone had this right at privacy. "You really want to know?" She questioned in disbelieve, her eyebrows raised. "I don't want to bore you with everything I have done today." Looking down as he nudged her knee, knowing she shouldn't think too much of it, but she couldn't quite get rid of the wondering thought what such a touch might indicate. He was after all, her patient. She took a deep breath before answering. "My day has been.. long thus far. Filing paperwork. Listening to complaints of both doctors and patients.. I was just making my rounds when you called out. Wanting to spend some time with the patients, instead of just looking at your files." She smiled sadly at him.

"Well we all have those." She gave him a smile as she rested her hands on either one of her legs. Gliding them over the soft fabric as if the cleans them from filth. "You don't have to talk about it to me, but at some point.. you're going to have to talk about it with someone." Easily picking up on the evasive answer the male had given her, she gave him the opportunity to open up. If he would pass, that would be fine, if not she would be all ears. Not to judge him, but just to be there, someone who listened. 

"Most patients here are stupid, they won’t think like me. Which is probably a good thing."

"Now.. I wouldn't say that. Technically I don't think I'm allowed to either."

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Owen shut his book and balanced it on the edge of his leg as he shifted forward to rest his arms on his knees. He smiled and nodded. “It’s a lot better thank you. The number was just bothering me before.” he looked up at her, “No, no one has come by, and if they did I wouldn’t say it was you that made the switch for me so there is no reason for you to be worried about getting in trouble.” he laughed slightly. He had been trying his best to be on the good side of most of the staff. He assumed that they had read their records, the word murder is pretty hard not to miss on a file. He was trying to keep his head down and just put a friendly face on. His fate was in their hands. 

"If I may ask.. why? Why was it bothering you so much, because it wasn't an even number?" She asked him, filling in the answer for him along the way. All he needed to do was nod, not really how she had been taught to ask questions. A kind smile was produced upon her features. "I wasn't really worried about getting into trouble. I just don't want anyone giving you a hard time. If someone does come up to you, direct them to. I can handle a little trouble." The woman explained her questions. "But thank you." Giving him a small nod to show her appreciation.

Trust - Owen and Liz

Finally having finished all of the almost-due paperwork, Elizabeth found herself with a bit of spare time to make another round. Though she'd like to be more involved with the patients, her contract as it's restrictions, but she tries to at least know most of them by name. Not by disorder. It has been a struggle, figuring out what she can and cannot do. Trying to hold her ground as patients lie, harass and deceive to get what they want. So far, though, she has been managing well and she's fairly proud of herself.

"My lips are sealed. "

He moved then, a hand running down his rough features. As if though, still edgy with irritation. And as he let her in he threatened near. His gaze softer now, as his low voice filled the thick air again. “What happened?” Questioned Tommy once more. Calmness edging within his tone. And yet he seemed persistent. As if not liking to see her hurt. Though somehow along the lines, he never showed it. Perhaps only within the strain of his voice. “Who hurt you?” It now hollored through the empty space. His muscular arms folded as he watched cautiously.

With hesitant movements she entered his home, one, she knew a lot of classmates were jealous of. Thinking that once you lived alone, freedom was all you had, but both Tommy and Liz knew that that was just an illusion. A childish way of thinking, one they outgrew perhaps a little too fast. A quivering hand brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, before wiping her cheeks once more. "I.. I was waiting for him in the basement..L-like always. When he c-came home, he looked so angry, Tommy. He-He started shouting that I w-was cheating on him. I wasn't. I'm not, I swear. You have to believe me. I tried to t-tell him, but he wouldn't listen. He got so angry.." She stammered, letting her voice trail off. As he sighed and enclosed the space between them, she burst out in tears once more. Feeling like a little kid, crying her eyes out in front of her father. One she lost not too long ago. Burying her face in his chest as she tried to keep her breathing under control. Her hands balded in little fists behind his back as she held him close. Seeking his comfort more than anything.

"That would be perfect thank you."

"It's no problem. Just tell me if someone complains to you about it, because I might not be completely authorized to do this."

Then, as her smile graced, he huffed in annoyance. Though a boyish grin did appear upon after. “Pretty sure i’m more handsome now.”

Licking her bottom lip as she grinned at her feet, she shook her head slightly. Letting out a soft chuckle. "Of course. Keep telling yourself that."

"I didn’t say that. - I meant nothing with it. Can we drop it, lizie?"

Elizabeth dropped her serious expression and exchanged it for a smile, chuckling at him, shaking her head as she spoke. "You haven't changed one bit, have you?"

"Didn't mean what like that? That you didn't keep track? Or that you didn't care for the girl in high school? What did you mean, Thomas?"

Shared Memories | Tommy & Liz

Tears had long since stopped falling. The cold wind had ripped them from her cheeks as she ran over the pavements. Her sneakers leaving the ground one foot after another, never stopping or changing their rhythm. The darkness that surrounded her both a blanket of comfort and an installer of fear. After a while, she had stopped looking back, not caring if anyone was after her anymore. As the familiar house doomed up at her side, the girl slowed her pace, catching her breath as she neared the building.

"It doesn’t matter. I just need to be moved to a room number with an even last digit." 

"Alright. I think room 26 is still free. Would that do?"

"Nurses are so stupid.They can’t even give out the right medication.Incompetent fools.”

"Thanks. I’m gonna get better. I’m already getting better."

"That's the spirit! I wish all the patients thought like you. The right mind set can get a lot done."