#imogen stevenson

Imogen wasn’t that great with people. She was great with patients, she had a warmth with them that most people would say she didn’t possess. When it came to social situations though Imogen had a tendency to come off a bit cold, it wasn’t purposeful, Imogen had just never done too well at chit chat. The friends she did have tended to be people who perservered despite her lack of social skills, people who worked to get to know her. Amelia was one of those people, and Imogen had to admit that she rather enjoyed the flirting that Amelia often sent her way.

Today Imogen was waiting for someone to give birth, which was a rather regular occurence. They seemed to either be stuck waiting or she had multiple going at once, ti was like buses. She stood by the nurses station, her finger flicking across the iPad as she looked at the latest test results from one of her new mothers and then she spotted Amelia, she smiled at the girl, “what brings you to my area of the hospital?” she questioned.

State Fairs weren’t exactly Imogen’s ‘scene’. The truth was though that she’d never actually been to one, she’d been in town a while but it had never really been something she’d gone out of her way to participate in, in fact she tended to take up extra shifts over the weekend to relieve other people who were keen to see the show. This year though she had a reason to attend, Amelia had invited her. Imogen was still working the Thursday and the Friday so this was her first chance to see what all the fuss was about.

She walked in alongside Amelia, her eyes scanning the place trying to take it all in. “This is the most American thing I have ever experienced.” Imogen was struggling to compute everything that she was seeing. She then broke out into a smile, “but there is funnel cake so small wins.” Imogen had a real sweet tooth, she did her best not to constantly indulge it but this felt like the time to embrace it.

It had been a little while since she’d seen Amelia, which was a little odd. Amelia tended to take a detour past the maternity ward quite often, managing to bump into Imogen whenever they were both on shift. She didn’t take it personally though, she figured Amelia was busy with work, swept up in cases like Imogen could get. Plus, theu weren’t anything, they were friends who slept together every so often, which was also new. She decided to swing by with coffee, it felt like a safe option, it was something that a friend would do, it didn’t have any connotations.

She picked up the two drinks, ordering Amelia a dirty chai and herself a almond latte. She’d already checked the schedule so she knew Amelia was working, she just hoped that she wasn’t with a patient. She got to the office and was relieved when the door was already opened. She knocked against it with her foot, “good morning,” she called out with a smile. “I come baring coffee, because I know you need it.”

Imogen relied far too much on coffee, she knew that she should cut down but when you worked long hours it was a necessity. She ordered her drink and waited for it to be made, her eyes scanning the room to find somewhere to sit. The place was completely packed but then Imogen’s eyes settled on a woman sitting alone. She wasn’t usually one to approach strangers but the woman was wearing scrubs and seemed friendly enough. She got her drink and then walked towards the table, hovering near it. “Would it be okay if I sat here? I ordered it to drink in before realising how busy it was,” she admitted.

Imogen always liked having new patients, and for some reason it was even better when they were further along, it meant she didn’t have to wait so long. Imogen still wasn’t quite used to carrying people through their pregnancy. In England she was the last line of defence, she worked with the high risk pregnancies or when things went wrong. But here she had patients and she was able to see them through the entire process, unfortunately that process was 9 months long, which felt very long. However her new patient had just moved to the area and was already 6 months pregnant.

Imogen walked into the room where Clementine had already been taken by a nurse. “Good morning,” she smiled as she entered the room, chart in hand. “Hello Clementine, I’m Doctor Stevenson,” she introduced. “Before we start the ultrasound I’d just like to go over a few things just to make sure we have everything in your chart that we need,” she explained, “is that alright?”

Imogen wasn’t exactly buzzing to be at the state fair, sure so far it wasn’t as bad as she’d expected but it also wasn’t her typical scene. Her scene though was the obstetrics ward, or her house. She’d come because of Amelia, but she couldn’t exactly expect the brunette to spend the entire day holding her hand, even though she’d like that quite a lot. She was wandering aimlessly when she spotted Erica. The two hadn’t spoken for a while but Imogen enjoyed Erica’s company so she headed over to her.

“So I am feeling very overwhelmed by the American-ness of all this, I need saving,” she declared as she approached Erica. “I have never seen so many cowboy boots in one place.” Imogen knew that she currently lived down south but the truth of the matter was she didn’t see it much in her day to day life, this was hitting her hard in the face.

Imogen didn’t often find herself at the bar after a shift but this shift had been rather crazy and she wasn’t ready to head home and sleep yet. It hadn’t been bad, just busy. There had been back to back deliveries, a mixture of vaginal and c-section and she was moving from room to room without a break. One of Imogen’s high risk pregnancies had come in early so she’d had to deliver 3 premature triplets, never an easy thing. So now it was time to just destress and calm before heading home. She sat with a drink in her hand, swilling it a little before taking a sip. She spotted Ben and smiled at him noting that it seemed like he was looking for a space to drink, waving lightly, “you are welcome to join me if you want,” she stated, the place was rather busy, but he could have also been with friends, in which case she wouldn’t mind if he went off.