#ivy interaction

'I've just come to drop off your last prescription of antibiotics Mr. Wynter.' Ivy's not one to let someone's foul mood mess up her own. She's a nurse for heaven's sake. If she let every single person who'd ever gotten irritated at her get under her skin she wouldn't be where she is today. People were different when they were sick. Seems like Landon is cranky all the time but it's fine by her. 'Do some vitals and I'll be out of your hair okay?' Last thing a person who'd been stuck in a hospital for weeks with yellow fever wanted to see was the person they'd seen near daily. Who'd had to poke a prod and bother them at all hours when they just wanted to sleep. White coat syndrome was a thing. Or in her case, green scrub syndrome. Might as well match her name right? Then again she never thought she'd be saddled with the home care portion of taking care of him. She'd done a good enough job at the hospital that she'd been picked to finish out the remainder of his care at home. Keep things a bit more discreet because he was some famous guy. A handsome famous guy. Being in LA this long as he's the first celebrity she's really seen. 'How are you feelings today?' She asked despite his obvious mood, placing the bag of medicine down on a table and giving him a smile. @wynterhxney / from here

'Do what?' A little confused as she turned back to face the director. It's her last visit with him. Landon's doing better, doesn't really need to constantly have someone check up on him and Ivy would be lying if she didn't feel a little sad over it. She liked seeing him. As grumpy as he could be. He was never that way to her. But it's not like she can really voice that out loud. Her mind rewinds to whatever action she'd just done, only settling on that her hand had brushed down his arm to give his own hand a little squeeze. 'You're practically good as new now.' Moving to take his hand again. Maybe he just needs a little more reassurance. 'No more people poking at you. No more meds. It's all good things. I know it was a weird routine for a while but now you can get back to making movies.' No more her coming around. That was the nice way to say that thought. Gives his hand another squeeze before letting it go once more. Moving to gather her things. 'I'll keep an eye out for it this time. Make sure I see whatever it is on release day. Promise.'

‘Wh-’ The look of confusion is still there. 'Me?’ She’s a smart girl but sometimes little things go right over her head. Like the possibility that Landon may want her to stick around. Be his friend. Be more than his friend. 'Well– I just thought–you know… why would you want to be be friends with someone that might remind you of such a bad time?’ Rooted to the spot now. Halfway between him and the door. Friends probably wasn’t the right word. He was a handsome man. Very handsome. Again, not something she’s ready to openly admit to because then wouldn’t she just sound like every other girl whole met some Hollywood celeb? Not to mention it was frowned upon a lot to be friendly with patients outside of the hospital setting. Even more frowned upon if things progressed to more than that. He wouldn’t want that would he? She was just.. Ivy. Just a regular person with a regular job. He could probably have any one in the world. 'Do you… do you want to keep seeing me?’ @wxnteroats / prev

'You sure you want to be a hot shot movie maker? You'd make a killing as a tour guide.' She teased him, shifting to roll over in his arms so she could face him. Fingers brushing against his cheek. Luck was a strange concept. Right now Ivy feels like the lucky one that Landon's even giving her this chance to make things right. That they are here right now after such a tumultuous few days. 'You've made me the luckiest girl in the world. You know that don't you?'

'Damnit Ezra...' Ivy sighed. This felt awful, and she wished this was all some stupid bad dream, that she'd wake up and this wouldn't be happening but she wasn't going to get that lucky. 'Sorry? That's what you have to say for yourself? How long have you been doing this behind my back?'