for: @rivergables​ 

“There you are.” Oakley says with relief, having traipsed around the entire wrong part of the hospital in his search for her. Urgent Care made the most sense for where she would be now that he’s both feet in it and looking down at her from where he stood, but as the night dwindled into the small hours of the morning he wasn’t at his sharpest after what felt like the longest night of his life. 

He seats himself in an empty chair one over from hers -- even then, even there, distance -- looking her over like he might be able to identify and fix where it hurt through sheer wish to.