#thread: jo

chance had asked himself the same question about one million times since the town hall: if he could unknow what he knew now...would he? there was something about being blissfully ignorant...something about that peace of mind that undoubtedly appealed to him. however, try as he might, there was no way to forget what he knew and what he’d seen. he thought he’d seen enough at the carnival, but the rabid dogs at the junkyard only added fuel to the fire that evil forces were most definitely at play. was his mother right? was this the work of the devil? or  was it god punishing them for not being god-fearing and pious enough? 

these were the thoughts pulsing through his brain and giving him a headache on his drive over to the foreman residence. it had been exactly a day since the town hall and chance didn’t know who to talk to about this. he couldn’t talk to adam—he got too sensitive about the whole thing. he couldn’t talk to jack...mostly because jack didn’t know any more than he did. and he didn’t want to pester steve about anything given the state he’d been in at the hospital just over two weeks ago. 

so who was left to help? who could he trust? when mrs. foreman opened the front door and assumed that chance was there for jack, he had to correct her and say that he was actually there to see jo. he indulged in a bit of small talk, but eventually managed to swiftly and politely exit the conversation before speeding to jo’s room and giving her two firm knocks before his hand found the doorknob. “jo it’s—” me, “it’s chance. can i come in?” he leaned his head on the doorway, “please.”

Fay sat down at the little bed thingy that patients were supposed to use, holding out their hands in front of them, slightly to the sky. “I CANNOT believe that you’re here. I know I’ve said that five times already now. BUT YOU ARE HERE!” They held a hand up to their forehead. “JO! Jo!” 

They had heard about the new doctor in town, but had been too busy vibing to pay it much mind. Then someone... they thought it had been Fletcher... had told them about Jo. Called her Jo. So Fay had hurried to the clinic at a slow pace to yell at her. “YOU ARE HERE!” 

“I’m so sure you’re real.” 

At Holly’s... suggestion, Bishan had been forcefully dragged back towards the clinic and after figuring out it was Jo Holly had been talking about, Bishan figured: why not? Least likely to give him the stink eye after all. He knocked on the door of the still empty room, certain he would have to get someone else to help Holly with getting the furniture. 

“Hey doc, heard you’re in the business of looking at booboos,” he noted, waiting in the doorframe. “Got a few.” Which felt like an understatement just by the looks of him. “Mostly a headache.” 

Miranda was standing, drinking her much needed coffee when she noticed someone she knew. She smiled, happy to see Jo. "Jo. Oh I am so glad you're here. I've missed you. Are you on break as well? I'll buy lunch?"

Schmitt gasps when he sees Jo. He'd missed her. He waves her over, big grin on his face. "Jo! No way! I'm so happy to see you!"

Schmitt gasped when he saw Jo, excited to finally see a friend. "Jo? Please tell me it's really you? I have missed you!"

Soo Oh sighed and nodded. "Okay, I will." He's not used to being on the other side of getting patched up. He's always been the one to patch others up. "I'm usually the one patching others up, this is new to me."