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At least the answer meant that Maya wasn't hearing things. That was a bit reassuring. The person she had stopped seemed rather uninterested in the situation though. Maya felt a little guilty. She know how annoying it could be to be interrupted by strangers on the street. She was about it to brush the whole thing off and let the woman go about her day when the stranger said something else. Maya couldn't help the way her head tilted slightly, interested. "Like just cats? Or animals generally?" she asked before she could think better of it.

perhaps it was the lack of sleep that had rendered olusola's brains to cottage cheese, the young woman staring at maya again for a few silent beats as if she hadn't realised what she'd let slip. not that it was a secret -more people could to fantastical things in greywood than couldn't, and her own lack of anything magical had always been a sore spot. "i'm not a disney princess," sola responded. "that sounded harsher than i meant it. it's just cats...couldn't be anything too useful,"

Polly was amazed, in more ways than one by the knowledge this stranger held. She did as instructed, feeling the veggies, and listening to their sound, and it made sense to her.

though training to be a nurse, olusola's first love would always be food - so many fond memories were centered around coven gatherings, egusi soup with fufu, salted dried fish and sweet puff puff. in university dorms, there had been a need to scrape and save and share whatever was made ; sola had traded 3 cheese, bacon and cranberry jam toasties for leftover bbq another girl had brought home from a party. even now, the young woman enjoyed taking the time to make a good and comforting meal, and then sharing leftovers with her fellow nursing students or neighbours.

Maya knew that she was paranoid. Although, she liked to think she came by it honestly. But she was almost certain that she had heard a noise. She stopped, iced coffee in hand, listening. When she didn't heard anything again, she started walking again.

the question caught sola off guard, having been on the way back from another night shift, bleary eyed and only half still in the waking world while the one of sleep beckoned her constantly. "i just assumed it was like...not important?" olusola suggested, unable to make real sense of what was going on.

In the picturesque town of Greywood, nestled among the rolling hills and lush greenery, Polly found solace in the anonymity surrounding her. Here, she reveled in being Polly, free from the expectations and responsibilities tied to her family's prominence in the community and her successful fashion empire. Greywood provided her with a haven to cast off the public image she carefully maintained and live a life unencumbered by societal labels.

she'd been quietly bopping along to some motown (the type her dad listened to, the stuff they'd sung along to in the kitchen during happy times) when the song when quiet, just enough time in-between one and another for her to hear the words of a red-headed stranger. olusola glanced over from trying to choose some fruit, wondering if the stranger wanted advice or not - unsolicited was so rarely appreciated.

she knew the stranger was genuinely sorry for what had happened, her apology incredibly sincere and olusola bent down to pick up the overly-large cup, hands sticky from where the remains of her drink were sliding down the edge of it. "s'fine. i'm kinda of a walking hazard," the young woman joked, waving them off as it had been an accident, after all.

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greywood was a foreign place to olusola now, despite spending much of her younger years her, the woman had forgotten so much of the place. or, in her absence, had it simply changed? a few older members, some immortals had welcomed her back, remembering the little witch without magic fondly.

Avery can't help but to laugh at that, "You know if that worked with all of us, you'be hoding the cure to werewolf rage," he laughs again, shaking his head, he was lucky she was there that night, but she was lucky too, any other wolf and things may had not ended that well, "No more punching wolves, unless that's me, and I'm freaking out, you got a green light for that," honestly at this point he really could use a friend like her around. "Right, yeah, I know," he nods, "Medical TV shows, I know most of them suck but I did learn a little" Ave shrugs, "I just meant, we probably needed more because of our--condition."

"a lot of people aren't me," sola responded, sticking her tongue out childishly at avery before laughing - macho wolves were nice but, those tempers? olusola could argue with the best of them yet didn't think she'd enjoy it 24/7. leaving the house felt great, taking in a gulp of fresh outside air, still warm thanks to the summer and stretching out as avery listed his woes.

Uriel shook his head at the question. "No, I can't move it. I'm hoping that's just because of the swelling, and it's not actually broken."

no movement whatsoever, no attempt made, olusola wrote down in her scrawl on the board underneath, completely neutral statements as that was what had happened. "well, we still want to check for a possible break or a fracture to be on the safe side," she re-iterated, knowing that an ill-healed of either was bad news and could spell pain and disfigurement for the rest of uriel's life.

"I just thought maybe I woke up too hard or something today," Llewellyn guessed, rather stupidly, because he really wasn't sure what else it could be. He wished he had some more water, that's all he knew. This thinking business was getting a little too hard. The man shifted weight from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable with her question because it was obvious the answers weren't coming to him fast enough. Which, in itself, was damned odd-- a person should know what their name was, right away. The day and date, that could be forgiven sometimes as brain rot, brain fatigue, what have you... But your name? That was harder to explain away as to why it took a day to recall it.

the longer he stood, searching around an empty head trying to find solid answers, the more olusola's concern only grew more prominent. this man needed help, clearly, though persuading him to get it might prove difficult. sola couldn't force anything on him but, could maybe get some general details and drop it off for a wellness check in with paramedics or community officers. "llewllyn," she repeated. "that welsh?" an innocent question, trying to prod his brain a little more. prompting seemed to open up more possibilities.

Avery nods as he listens to her, he doesn't find it funny, but he does finds it interesting, though, "Really? that's pretty intersting!" he tells her, "Wait, so if a wolf is having a freak out just how much tranquilizer would you need?" though to ba fair, he figures if a wolf is freaking out, he's gonna shift probalby not gonna have time to sedate it, he was still curious about it, though. "Could probably put you on my shoulder and carry you to the hospital with my new found wolf strenght" Avery jokes, though he probably could, he wonder how long until he got tired, "You alright?" he reaches out for her arm as she stumbls a little, "Fine, fine be skeptical all you want, it'll be more fun that way," he jokes, "Let's go," Ave says linking his arm to hers.

"we don't need tranq, we've got my right hook," the student joked waving it about afterwards before shrugging. "depends, same with a lot of sedation, on how heavy the individual is, the sex, how agitated they are...lots of factors affect its hold," olusola had been lucky enough to not have to witness such a thing at work yet but, that didn't mean it didn't happen.

"Then is for sure time for a break," Ave grins, he knows how hard it can be, when you're so dedicated to something, the tired brain, the feeling like you just wanna throw the books out the window, and her topic was even harder! So he could only imagine how exhausting it was. "Yeah, 'cause of the Wolf thing. I figure its better to not put myself and others at risk and you're not always there to slap the rage out of me," he chuckles, though, he was following Neylani's advice don't go out alone, have someone there to focus you out of the rage, "I mean, I'm finding out wolves eat a lot so..." He jokes.

she knew avery struggled with being a wolf, the way he spoke about it as if it were a separate entity entirely and not part of his being - olusola couldn't imagine how it must be to house something so destructive within yourself. being human had its perks. "you wanna hear something cool?" it wasn't really cool but, sola decided to tell him anyways. "when we get wolves in ED with low blood sugar, we need to give them x3 times the amount of glucose we give humans because of the metabolism," she explained, shutting the book and sitting upwards.

Uriel didn't necessarily think that he needed to see a doctor. He got hurt all the time doing as many physical hobbies as he did. Nothing a finger splint and a good night's sleep couldn't fix. But when the night's sleep had rendered his smashed finger an unsightly black and blue, he'd thought that maybe he should come in. If nothing else, it was somewhat gross to look at, and he didn't want his customers to see it as it was. He wasn't sure if it was broken or not.

she couldn't pinpoint why her skin crawled uncomfortably around the patient, olusola always had good instincts when it came to people and it hadn't failed her yet. she may not be a witch like the rest of her family but, sola trusted her gut, whatever made it so obvious. "uriel faulkner," she noted down though, simply just ticking it on the clipboard, glad that the name and reason for being in ED were accurate.

The male gave a helpless shrug and shook his head 'no', "I don't." There were no excuses that followed this simple statement, because quite frankly, Llewellyn didn't have any. He couldn't even come up with one off the top of his head if he tried. "Well I'd hope not," he looked taken aback by the suggestion, as it never occurred to him to consider anything like that. But maybe she was on to something? What if something he ate or drank had been spiked? What if he'd been knocked clean out, jumped by somebody? The possibilities stretched.

she shook her head as the stranger checked himself out, explaining further; "not physically hurt, no. i'm just concerned that you've clearly got some holes in your memory?" olusola said further, trying to remember what you were supposed to do in things like this. the man seemed too young to be suffering with memory issues that befell much older people like dementia or alzheimer's. "you don't look like you've suffered any obvious head trauma so..." the woman was only training to be a nurse but, could try and help.