My son told me to join, so I am here. He also told me to add those things, and I forgot how to keep two apps open on my phone again:
Can we ignore that I've been wheezing over the "just say who you are" part of the picture for too long for it to be normal???
Also, hi it's me @pancake--stories, so I will be posting more about her on that account, too. I thought I would join roleplay's world again, but now I'm kind of scared, so be NICE please
I'm also using this as a sideblog, so hopefully this account won't die all of the sudden like some other one I've made...
Tallulah may be an attending for the day shift, but I am not. So bare with me, and fix anything you know is wrong - please (if I make her sound too young, my own age of 22ish is also the cause of it)
As it was clear probably from the picture, Tallulah IS (happily) married, so actual shipping with any actual romance outside of work wife/husband/partner is not going to happen - I'm sorry
(^ I should add - while I HAVE created a family for her in my head, I literally don't know anything about them, and I don't have specific oc/canon character's writers in mind for them. So as of 15.05, Lula is TECHNICALLY still free for a discussion on WHO is going to be her husband, son, and daughter)
BUT I would love to create some friends for her, especially the canon ones! (Because for my book I have imagined her being close friends with, for example, Robby and Jack)
Anyway, I'm freaking out, and I don't know what else to say, ah
Be nice. Don't be too horny, so we could keep minors for the fun too. Keep in mind that I may not always be awake/free. And check my own account (the pancake one) for my personal information. Let's have fun!
Bye
(help, I didn't realise it would post like that oopsie)
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A little over a day after their conversation, Lula went to meet up with Madi. She has made sure to finish up charting, her cases, and to do the handover at the scheduled last hour of her shift, not wanting to prolong her dinner plans. She has already changed into her everyday clothes, too, ready to go straight home.
"Madilyn?" The woman called out, finally seeing the girl near her. Her back straightened a bit more, and her head stopped moving from one side to another in search of her. Her eyes were glued to the young woman, narrowing almost like she was unsure if it was actually her. "Do you need to finish something else or should we already go to the parking lot?"
Madi smiles softly and makes her way over to Dr Lula as she hears her call her name āNope! All done, finallyā she mumbles that last part with a sort of playful annoyance in her tone. She adjusts her jacket and slings her bag over her shoulder. āAre you done yet?ā She gestures to the computer Lula was standing near.
"I'm glad to hear that. And yes, I've just finished." She still checked whether the last page she had on was turned off, before facing Madi again. She walked with her straight to her car in the parking lot.
"Thank you again for agreeing to come over for dinner." The words left her lips just as she unlocked her car, and put her bag in the backseat. The true intention behind this meeting didn't even affect the genuine gratitude in her voice.
Madi steps outside with Lula, following slightly behind her so she can lead her to her car āOf course! Thank you for inviting me! I really appreciate it!ā She responds genuinely, smiling softly, fidgeting with the strap of her bag. She opens the front passenger door and puts her bag at her feet
She sat down in the driver's seat, already fastening her seatbelt. She turned the car on, as she waited for Madi to get in. Only then, and after the younger woman fastened her own seatbelt, did she left the parking lot.
"It's no problem, I would really call it you doing me a favour." As Lula spoke back to her, a soft smile appeared on her face. The atmosphere in the car stayed the same for the rest of the drive. Multiple lights at her house were turned on, but the space was as quiet as ever. "And we're here..."
āA favour? For coming over and eating your delicious cooking? Please!ā She teases, softly nudging Lulaās arm as she drives. As soon as they pull up to Lulaās house, Madiās eyes widen āwoah itās massive! And so nice!ā
"Thank you. My husband and I wanted for everyone to have enough space, so this was the perfect house, and we had enough money for it not to be a financial burden." The woman explained with a genuine smile on her face, as she led the girl inside. There, she slipped off her shoes, and she left the jacket by the door.
Madi did the same. She wasnāt often in houses as fancy as this, so she just followed what Lula did, hoping it was ok. āItās really niceā Madi compliments as she walks inside, looking around. She smiles softly up at Lula, hoping she canāt tell that sheās not really used to this
"Thank you." Lula nodded her head slowly, before leading them both to the living room. She only stopped by the kitchen to greet her husband with a short kiss on his cheek, before she focused back on Madi.
"And please, try to relax. IƱigo and his friends probably ruined this house more than you could ever. One time they even broke one of my vases, so it's really fine." The smile on her face grew, turning more amused at the memory, and at Madi's behaviour. The thought also made her point in the direction of a few, self-made, and self-painted vases near them.
Madi smiles softly towards Lulaās husband with a small wave. She almost instantly reverts back to being a respectful teenager. āHi sir! Nice to meet youā sheās definitely stressed about doing the right thing. Sheās never really done āfamily dinnerā before.
She relaxes visibly when Lula reassures her. She looks toward the vases āyou made these? Theyāre beautifulā she keeps her distance, scared of accidentally breaking one. She fidgets softly with her hands
"Hey, pequeƱa." Ćlvaro greeted the woman, turning his face towards her just for a moment, before he focused back on setting up the dinner for all of them.
"Yes, I did. You can touch, if you want. They're not toxic, nor do they bite." She joked a little, before she sat down on the couch. She stared up the stairs for a second. Still, she didn't call out for either of her kids to come downstairs just yet. "Would you like to sit down? Dinner should be ready soon, but we'll probably have to wait anyway."
Madi doesnāt really know what that means but by his tone of voice she assumes itās a term of endearment. She gives a small nod in response. She glances quickly at the vases again before Lulaās voice grabs her attention, asking if she would like to sit āohā¦ yes of courseā she smiles softly, realising sheās probably been standing awkwardly in their lounge room this whole time
"He just called you 'kid', nothing bad. I made sure they'd play nice." The reassurance left her lips in as calm of a tone as she could master, even with the thought of her children who were far more into teasing their friends than her or her husband.
"My daughter is around your age, so hopefully, it will be easier to discuss things with her." The sentence followed almost right after the previous ones. Her posture stayed relaxed, even as she noticed the awkwardness in Madi's stance.
Madi goes to sit next to Lula on the couch with a small giggle. Sheās obviously much less stressed about the simple family dinner. She smiles softly as Lula reassures her that her daughter is her age āaww really!?ā That makes her feel more at ease.
The woman nodded shortly, looking away from the girl for another second, as her gaze fell on the stairs again. She didn't seem to be focusing on them either, as she recalled both of her children in her mind. "They're both in their twenties, but I wouldn't be surprised if you got along better with Baila... Especially with how creative you two are."
"She's my daughter, she's much younger than IƱigo. He's closer to being thirty... I can't tell when that time passed." Lula shook her head gently, as if she was getting rid of memories from when her children were little. She kept smiling anyway, unable to stop the corners of her lips from rising.
"I am," Her voice, if it is even possible, softens more. Her eyes come back to Madi's face, even as Lula's head moves in a nod. Her attention soon shifts from the young woman anyway with footsteps, finally, echoing against the stairs.
Baila shows in their view not long after, but she doesn't notice them immediately. She chats up her dad as soon as she's close enough, seeing the food on the table long after she speaks up about whether the dinner is ready or not in spanish. "Oh, you're already here. Hi. Cause you're Madilyn, right?"
Lula follows after Madi, standing up, and walking closer to the dining table. She still doesn't say anything, since she lets the girls talk between each other. She even steps besides Ćlvaro to give them more privacy.
"I hope only the best things. My mom talks a lot about you, too, especially about the things you do for the hospital." Baila replies instead, smiling back at Madi.
āOnly the best thingsā Madi reassures her, glancing back at Lula āand what did you tell her about me?ā She playfully scolds, nudging Lulaās arm
"I've said exactly what anyone else would have said, a lot about how good of a social worker you are." Lula confessed with a little, growing smile. She didn't pull away, when the brunette nudged her, and the only movement was her arm following the one of Madi's arm. "Now, come on. Dinner is ready, so we should start, before it gets cold. IƱigo!"
i think we need to focus much more on the beauty of a human body, all the folds, curves, dimples and softness, and much much less on dieting and making yourself smaller
A little over a day after their conversation, Lula went to meet up with Madi. She has made sure to finish up charting, her cases, and to do the handover at the scheduled last hour of her shift, not wanting to prolong her dinner plans. She has already changed into her everyday clothes, too, ready to go straight home.
"Madilyn?" The woman called out, finally seeing the girl near her. Her back straightened a bit more, and her head stopped moving from one side to another in search of her. Her eyes were glued to the young woman, narrowing almost like she was unsure if it was actually her. "Do you need to finish something else or should we already go to the parking lot?"
Madi smiles softly and makes her way over to Dr Lula as she hears her call her name āNope! All done, finallyā she mumbles that last part with a sort of playful annoyance in her tone. She adjusts her jacket and slings her bag over her shoulder. āAre you done yet?ā She gestures to the computer Lula was standing near.
"I'm glad to hear that. And yes, I've just finished." She still checked whether the last page she had on was turned off, before facing Madi again. She walked with her straight to her car in the parking lot.
"Thank you again for agreeing to come over for dinner." The words left her lips just as she unlocked her car, and put her bag in the backseat. The true intention behind this meeting didn't even affect the genuine gratitude in her voice.
Madi steps outside with Lula, following slightly behind her so she can lead her to her car āOf course! Thank you for inviting me! I really appreciate it!ā She responds genuinely, smiling softly, fidgeting with the strap of her bag. She opens the front passenger door and puts her bag at her feet
She sat down in the driver's seat, already fastening her seatbelt. She turned the car on, as she waited for Madi to get in. Only then, and after the younger woman fastened her own seatbelt, did she left the parking lot.
"It's no problem, I would really call it you doing me a favour." As Lula spoke back to her, a soft smile appeared on her face. The atmosphere in the car stayed the same for the rest of the drive. Multiple lights at her house were turned on, but the space was as quiet as ever. "And we're here..."
āA favour? For coming over and eating your delicious cooking? Please!ā She teases, softly nudging Lulaās arm as she drives. As soon as they pull up to Lulaās house, Madiās eyes widen āwoah itās massive! And so nice!ā
"Thank you. My husband and I wanted for everyone to have enough space, so this was the perfect house, and we had enough money for it not to be a financial burden." The woman explained with a genuine smile on her face, as she led the girl inside. There, she slipped off her shoes, and she left the jacket by the door.
Madi did the same. She wasnāt often in houses as fancy as this, so she just followed what Lula did, hoping it was ok. āItās really niceā Madi compliments as she walks inside, looking around. She smiles softly up at Lula, hoping she canāt tell that sheās not really used to this
"Thank you." Lula nodded her head slowly, before leading them both to the living room. She only stopped by the kitchen to greet her husband with a short kiss on his cheek, before she focused back on Madi.
"And please, try to relax. IƱigo and his friends probably ruined this house more than you could ever. One time they even broke one of my vases, so it's really fine." The smile on her face grew, turning more amused at the memory, and at Madi's behaviour. The thought also made her point in the direction of a few, self-made, and self-painted vases near them.
Madi smiles softly towards Lulaās husband with a small wave. She almost instantly reverts back to being a respectful teenager. āHi sir! Nice to meet youā sheās definitely stressed about doing the right thing. Sheās never really done āfamily dinnerā before.
She relaxes visibly when Lula reassures her. She looks toward the vases āyou made these? Theyāre beautifulā she keeps her distance, scared of accidentally breaking one. She fidgets softly with her hands
"Hey, pequeƱa." Ćlvaro greeted the woman, turning his face towards her just for a moment, before he focused back on setting up the dinner for all of them.
"Yes, I did. You can touch, if you want. They're not toxic, nor do they bite." She joked a little, before she sat down on the couch. She stared up the stairs for a second. Still, she didn't call out for either of her kids to come downstairs just yet. "Would you like to sit down? Dinner should be ready soon, but we'll probably have to wait anyway."
Madi doesnāt really know what that means but by his tone of voice she assumes itās a term of endearment. She gives a small nod in response. She glances quickly at the vases again before Lulaās voice grabs her attention, asking if she would like to sit āohā¦ yes of courseā she smiles softly, realising sheās probably been standing awkwardly in their lounge room this whole time
"He just called you 'kid', nothing bad. I made sure they'd play nice." The reassurance left her lips in as calm of a tone as she could master, even with the thought of her children who were far more into teasing their friends than her or her husband.
"My daughter is around your age, so hopefully, it will be easier to discuss things with her." The sentence followed almost right after the previous ones. Her posture stayed relaxed, even as she noticed the awkwardness in Madi's stance.
Madi goes to sit next to Lula on the couch with a small giggle. Sheās obviously much less stressed about the simple family dinner. She smiles softly as Lula reassures her that her daughter is her age āaww really!?ā That makes her feel more at ease.
The woman nodded shortly, looking away from the girl for another second, as her gaze fell on the stairs again. She didn't seem to be focusing on them either, as she recalled both of her children in her mind. "They're both in their twenties, but I wouldn't be surprised if you got along better with Baila... Especially with how creative you two are."
"She's my daughter, she's much younger than IƱigo. He's closer to being thirty... I can't tell when that time passed." Lula shook her head gently, as if she was getting rid of memories from when her children were little. She kept smiling anyway, unable to stop the corners of her lips from rising.
"I am," Her voice, if it is even possible, softens more. Her eyes come back to Madi's face, even as Lula's head moves in a nod. Her attention soon shifts from the young woman anyway with footsteps, finally, echoing against the stairs.
Baila shows in their view not long after, but she doesn't notice them immediately. She chats up her dad as soon as she's close enough, seeing the food on the table long after she speaks up about whether the dinner is ready or not in spanish. "Oh, you're already here. Hi. Cause you're Madilyn, right?"
Lula follows after Madi, standing up, and walking closer to the dining table. She still doesn't say anything, since she lets the girls talk between each other. She even steps besides Ćlvaro to give them more privacy.
"I hope only the best things. My mom talks a lot about you, too, especially about the things you do for the hospital." Baila replies instead, smiling back at Madi.
whos your favourite quarry character?? i love Nick so much.
I really enjoyed Ariel Winter's character, Abigail. She was very sweet, though, I have only found out more about certain characters after my first time playing the game
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Quick reminder to drive safely, too, since I'm posting a picture from when I dropped off some plushies for the hospital.
Besides that, if anyone needs some motherly love this month (whether you are out or not, whether your family is or is not supportive), you can find me anywhere in the department or at my home, but I'll be there for you even there with a simple call!
Oh, thank you. Though, itās not like I am doing anything. How could I not celebrate multiple important people in my life or multiple talented people from my work place? It certainly wasnāt a case of hesitation for me
A little over a day after their conversation, Lula went to meet up with Madi. She has made sure to finish up charting, her cases, and to do the handover at the scheduled last hour of her shift, not wanting to prolong her dinner plans. She has already changed into her everyday clothes, too, ready to go straight home.
"Madilyn?" The woman called out, finally seeing the girl near her. Her back straightened a bit more, and her head stopped moving from one side to another in search of her. Her eyes were glued to the young woman, narrowing almost like she was unsure if it was actually her. "Do you need to finish something else or should we already go to the parking lot?"
Madi smiles softly and makes her way over to Dr Lula as she hears her call her name āNope! All done, finallyā she mumbles that last part with a sort of playful annoyance in her tone. She adjusts her jacket and slings her bag over her shoulder. āAre you done yet?ā She gestures to the computer Lula was standing near.
"I'm glad to hear that. And yes, I've just finished." She still checked whether the last page she had on was turned off, before facing Madi again. She walked with her straight to her car in the parking lot.
"Thank you again for agreeing to come over for dinner." The words left her lips just as she unlocked her car, and put her bag in the backseat. The true intention behind this meeting didn't even affect the genuine gratitude in her voice.
Madi steps outside with Lula, following slightly behind her so she can lead her to her car āOf course! Thank you for inviting me! I really appreciate it!ā She responds genuinely, smiling softly, fidgeting with the strap of her bag. She opens the front passenger door and puts her bag at her feet
She sat down in the driver's seat, already fastening her seatbelt. She turned the car on, as she waited for Madi to get in. Only then, and after the younger woman fastened her own seatbelt, did she left the parking lot.
"It's no problem, I would really call it you doing me a favour." As Lula spoke back to her, a soft smile appeared on her face. The atmosphere in the car stayed the same for the rest of the drive. Multiple lights at her house were turned on, but the space was as quiet as ever. "And we're here..."
āA favour? For coming over and eating your delicious cooking? Please!ā She teases, softly nudging Lulaās arm as she drives. As soon as they pull up to Lulaās house, Madiās eyes widen āwoah itās massive! And so nice!ā
"Thank you. My husband and I wanted for everyone to have enough space, so this was the perfect house, and we had enough money for it not to be a financial burden." The woman explained with a genuine smile on her face, as she led the girl inside. There, she slipped off her shoes, and she left the jacket by the door.
Madi did the same. She wasnāt often in houses as fancy as this, so she just followed what Lula did, hoping it was ok. āItās really niceā Madi compliments as she walks inside, looking around. She smiles softly up at Lula, hoping she canāt tell that sheās not really used to this
"Thank you." Lula nodded her head slowly, before leading them both to the living room. She only stopped by the kitchen to greet her husband with a short kiss on his cheek, before she focused back on Madi.
"And please, try to relax. IƱigo and his friends probably ruined this house more than you could ever. One time they even broke one of my vases, so it's really fine." The smile on her face grew, turning more amused at the memory, and at Madi's behaviour. The thought also made her point in the direction of a few, self-made, and self-painted vases near them.
Madi smiles softly towards Lulaās husband with a small wave. She almost instantly reverts back to being a respectful teenager. āHi sir! Nice to meet youā sheās definitely stressed about doing the right thing. Sheās never really done āfamily dinnerā before.
She relaxes visibly when Lula reassures her. She looks toward the vases āyou made these? Theyāre beautifulā she keeps her distance, scared of accidentally breaking one. She fidgets softly with her hands
"Hey, pequeƱa." Ćlvaro greeted the woman, turning his face towards her just for a moment, before he focused back on setting up the dinner for all of them.
"Yes, I did. You can touch, if you want. They're not toxic, nor do they bite." She joked a little, before she sat down on the couch. She stared up the stairs for a second. Still, she didn't call out for either of her kids to come downstairs just yet. "Would you like to sit down? Dinner should be ready soon, but we'll probably have to wait anyway."
Madi doesnāt really know what that means but by his tone of voice she assumes itās a term of endearment. She gives a small nod in response. She glances quickly at the vases again before Lulaās voice grabs her attention, asking if she would like to sit āohā¦ yes of courseā she smiles softly, realising sheās probably been standing awkwardly in their lounge room this whole time
"He just called you 'kid', nothing bad. I made sure they'd play nice." The reassurance left her lips in as calm of a tone as she could master, even with the thought of her children who were far more into teasing their friends than her or her husband.
"My daughter is around your age, so hopefully, it will be easier to discuss things with her." The sentence followed almost right after the previous ones. Her posture stayed relaxed, even as she noticed the awkwardness in Madi's stance.
Madi goes to sit next to Lula on the couch with a small giggle. Sheās obviously much less stressed about the simple family dinner. She smiles softly as Lula reassures her that her daughter is her age āaww really!?ā That makes her feel more at ease.
The woman nodded shortly, looking away from the girl for another second, as her gaze fell on the stairs again. She didn't seem to be focusing on them either, as she recalled both of her children in her mind. "They're both in their twenties, but I wouldn't be surprised if you got along better with Baila... Especially with how creative you two are."
"She's my daughter, she's much younger than IƱigo. He's closer to being thirty... I can't tell when that time passed." Lula shook her head gently, as if she was getting rid of memories from when her children were little. She kept smiling anyway, unable to stop the corners of her lips from rising.
"I am," Her voice, if it is even possible, softens more. Her eyes come back to Madi's face, even as Lula's head moves in a nod. Her attention soon shifts from the young woman anyway with footsteps, finally, echoing against the stairs.
Baila shows in their view not long after, but she doesn't notice them immediately. She chats up her dad as soon as she's close enough, seeing the food on the table long after she speaks up about whether the dinner is ready or not in spanish. "Oh, you're already here. Hi. Cause you're Madilyn, right?"
CW: Police officers being dicks, Child Abuse, foster system and all that is wrong with it, mental health
Malaki was brought into the ER, cuffed to the bed with a police officer shoving him down every time he tries to sit up. "LET GO OF ME" He shrieks as he thrashes.
He was quickly losing fight though, his body too malnourished and weak to fight much. He had runaway from his group home a few months ago, and finally the police had caught him. Apparently someone called about a teenager acting strange.
Unfortunately, they didn't seem to care about his comfort. They chased him down and tackled him, causing his face and hands to get all scratched up. Now they were acting like he was in the midst of a mental health crisis. Which he kind of was but only because he was terrified. Terrified of going back, of what the cops might do, of everything.
Madi steps in, hearing the screaming āhey HEY! Enough!ā She steps between Malaki and the officers āwhat the hell are you doing to my patient!ā Technically she wasnāt on his case but it seemed like lying was the best course of action
"He was being aggressive, we have to follow protocol." One of the officers says.
"he's almost an adult anyways" the other grunts as he tries to push past her to hold down the boy who was already beginning to get up. Malaki kicks out at them, wanting space but too emotional for words
āAlmost an adult doesnāt mean he is an adultā¦ back the fuck offā she pushes the cops out and shuts the door of Malakiās bed bay. She sits on the chair next to his bed, staying silent, just making sure heās ok, hoping heāll talk when heās ready
āWe canāt get you out of those right now when youāre this erraticā she says calmly, hoping some sort of explanation will help āwhen youāve calmed down a bit we can get them off ok?ā
He makes a displeased noise and reaches for the chair, intending to throw it at the glass where he sees the police still watching him with barely hidden displeasure. His fingers barely brush against it and he strained more
āFucking PIGSā he finally grabs the chair and throws it in their direction, though it barely gets a second of airtime. He slipped and crashed to the ground with the throw. Simply curling up there as the police open the door, concerned for Madiās safety. He wouldnāt hurt her though, she hadnāt done anything to him.
āTrust me I knowā she mumbles under her breath. Sheās had enough run ins with law enforcement as a teen to somewhat understand how he feels. Her eyes widen as the cops open the door āI need you outā¦ he needs to calm down and youāre not helpingā
āWe canāt have him hurting you, heās shown heās violent. Get him his meds or whatever you do and let us bring him to the stationā the bigger man says in his gruff voice.
Malaki looks around for something else to throw. He tugs the cuff desperately. The man reminded him of one of the fosters he had a while ago.
Madi gives a polite but tense smile. Sheās already hates this guy āyeah Iāll go do thatā she closes the door to Malakiās bed bay again, this time locking it and closing the curtain too āI might have to give you something to calm you down ok?ā She says calmly, just sitting for now, wanting him to have some choice.
He tugs the cuff desperately, hiding himself behind his knees. For the first time since he came in his actions were childish in a different way. A desperate attempt at safety, at protection.
His arm and shoulder were aching now, having been bent at an odd angle for too long. He looks up at her though his bangs
Her lips press into a thin line, trying to hide how worried she is. She wishes she could get the cuffs off him but she just canāt until he calms down, for his and her own safety. She sighs, weighing up her options āIām gonna give you a sedative now, just a little bit, and then I can take those cuffs off ok? Youāll be awake and aware enough to know whatās going on and Iāll be with you the whole timeā
He yelps as the needle pricks his leg, in a short amount of time he feels his heart rate slowing, despite the fear still strong. His mind felt coated with honey, thoughts slowing as he slumps. Distantly he was even more terrified, he wouldnāt be able to stop anything happening. He could barely before but now it was worse.
As he finally starts physically calming down. She gets the cuffs off him āyouāre okā¦ Iām here with you ok? Iāll make sure no one hurts youā¦ try to keep your eyes open ok?ā she tries to reassure him. Hopefully the drugs will wear off soon. Hopefully heāll be less erratic when they do.
She shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears herself āI wonāt let them, I promiseā¦ā she tries to calm him down āshhh I promise Iāll do everything I canā¦ā
He holds his hands close to himself, looking up at her. āI donāt like āmā he says as he points to the cops, flipping them off with what little strength he had left
The blond-haired woman walked through the corridor to Malaki's room, easily noting the presence of the police men. She greeted them, but instead of asking them anything, she immediately turned towards the door.
With a short knock and the lock turning, she walked inside. Closing the door behind them, she checked if the curtains were pulled properly. "Hello, I'm Doctor Lula Sonnet. Before we start, what is the reason for the cops being here, and you likely having been handcuffed?"
āThe police said he was aggressive when they brought him in but he was mostly just erratic and confused from my perspective. Gave him a low dose of lorazepam that calmed him downā Madi explains softly, keeping an eye on Malaki to make sure heās ok.
Her lips moved to the side, as she pursed them. Her thoughts focused back to everything she has seen or heard by now. Her eyes stayed on the boy, who she soon addressed, "I will go talk with them, and then, I will come back to check you over."
Anything else that may have been said was lost on her, as Lula immediately did just that. The door closed with a push from her, and the handcuffs were already in between her fingers. Fortunately, she managed to convince them to leave without additional issues.
The larger cop looks over at her, standing straight up, "Is he clear to go?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly not caring all that much about the hospitals protocols
"Not yet." Lula stared back at them, clearly unaffected by his demeanour. She instinctively straightening her own back, matching the man's posture. "Has he done anything except for acting out? From what I've heard, his behaviour didn't seem... mentally stable, which makes me consider keeping him for observation. Especially now with him having been sedated."
"He was being aggressive to us, not to mention he has been seen around the streets for a few days, just loitering. It is annoying people since he...well you know" He gestures to the kid, who yeah looked a little rough but what else could you expect from someone who's been on the streets for over a month
"No, I don't think I know what you mean, officer. I also don't think there was any malicious about his intentions for loitering, so as far as I am aware, it is not something that either of you need to stay here for." Her body shifted slightly, covering up the view towards the door from the men. Her eyebrows narrowed at the comment, even if her voice reimained calm.
Without any words, she stretched out her hand with the handcuffs to the cops to hand them over, ready to be done with them. "He is also a child, which makes me think of far more reasons that would indicate negative things about the boy's parents than about him."
The cop scoffs, "The boys parents, you think a kid like that still has parents around. No he's a ward of the state, a system kid, we've dealt with him and kids like him a lot. He's too aggressive for foster homes, we had to pull him out of a couple after he claimed abuse."
The other cop rolls his eyes, "He reported abuse, we could not find any evidence of it however, but he was removed from the home. That was almost a year ago now" he says, his words a little more gentle and understanding.
Her expression softens for just a second at the other cop's words, but she forces the seriousness back on her face just as quickly. Her annoyance at the behaviour of the man who talks the most right now is enough to help with hiding the worry she felt for the boy. That worry can stay there for when she'd actually talk to him.
"That does not give you a reason to handcuff or even arrest him for something that would be a misdemeanour in the first place." The mere idea of the mistreatment done by the cop that was, to use his own words against him, too aggressive for his job complicated the chance for Lula to keep calm.
"She has a point" The other cops says, "We can call his social worker and she can figure out the next course of action. If we need to charge him we can come back when he can actually understand what we are saying"
The big cop scoffs, something about homeless people ruining the city and he walks off. The other cop just sighs and follows him out, after giving Lula his contact information.
Putting the contact information away, she sighs out to get rid of any irritation from earlier. Only after that, and after another knock on the door, does she come into the room. Shortly, she glances at Madi as if to check on her.
She stays focused on the patient for most of it anyway. She talks to him, too, doing her best not to mention his situation. It wouldn't help with his assessment right now anyway... "The cops left, so that should be handled for now. Are you okay with me examining you right now, Malaki?"
āIāll be right here with you observing from a mental health perspectiveā¦ we can wait until youāre feeling ok for me to question you ok?ā She reassures him softly ātheyāre gone now, youāre safe with usā
With his permission, Tallulah steps closer to the bed, and to Malaki himself. Explaining everything as she is doing it, she begins looking over him. Her touch stays gentle as to not cause more pain. Her eyebrows are still narrowed, but now, more in concentration than anger.
"Would you like something to eat or drink after?" She questions casually, not looking up at his face from where she was checking his wrists.
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CW: Police officers being dicks, Child Abuse, foster system and all that is wrong with it, mental health
Malaki was brought into the ER, cuffed to the bed with a police officer shoving him down every time he tries to sit up. "LET GO OF ME" He shrieks as he thrashes.
He was quickly losing fight though, his body too malnourished and weak to fight much. He had runaway from his group home a few months ago, and finally the police had caught him. Apparently someone called about a teenager acting strange.
Unfortunately, they didn't seem to care about his comfort. They chased him down and tackled him, causing his face and hands to get all scratched up. Now they were acting like he was in the midst of a mental health crisis. Which he kind of was but only because he was terrified. Terrified of going back, of what the cops might do, of everything.
Madi steps in, hearing the screaming āhey HEY! Enough!ā She steps between Malaki and the officers āwhat the hell are you doing to my patient!ā Technically she wasnāt on his case but it seemed like lying was the best course of action
"He was being aggressive, we have to follow protocol." One of the officers says.
"he's almost an adult anyways" the other grunts as he tries to push past her to hold down the boy who was already beginning to get up. Malaki kicks out at them, wanting space but too emotional for words
āAlmost an adult doesnāt mean he is an adultā¦ back the fuck offā she pushes the cops out and shuts the door of Malakiās bed bay. She sits on the chair next to his bed, staying silent, just making sure heās ok, hoping heāll talk when heās ready
āWe canāt get you out of those right now when youāre this erraticā she says calmly, hoping some sort of explanation will help āwhen youāve calmed down a bit we can get them off ok?ā
He makes a displeased noise and reaches for the chair, intending to throw it at the glass where he sees the police still watching him with barely hidden displeasure. His fingers barely brush against it and he strained more
āFucking PIGSā he finally grabs the chair and throws it in their direction, though it barely gets a second of airtime. He slipped and crashed to the ground with the throw. Simply curling up there as the police open the door, concerned for Madiās safety. He wouldnāt hurt her though, she hadnāt done anything to him.
āTrust me I knowā she mumbles under her breath. Sheās had enough run ins with law enforcement as a teen to somewhat understand how he feels. Her eyes widen as the cops open the door āI need you outā¦ he needs to calm down and youāre not helpingā
āWe canāt have him hurting you, heās shown heās violent. Get him his meds or whatever you do and let us bring him to the stationā the bigger man says in his gruff voice.
Malaki looks around for something else to throw. He tugs the cuff desperately. The man reminded him of one of the fosters he had a while ago.
Madi gives a polite but tense smile. Sheās already hates this guy āyeah Iāll go do thatā she closes the door to Malakiās bed bay again, this time locking it and closing the curtain too āI might have to give you something to calm you down ok?ā She says calmly, just sitting for now, wanting him to have some choice.
He tugs the cuff desperately, hiding himself behind his knees. For the first time since he came in his actions were childish in a different way. A desperate attempt at safety, at protection.
His arm and shoulder were aching now, having been bent at an odd angle for too long. He looks up at her though his bangs
Her lips press into a thin line, trying to hide how worried she is. She wishes she could get the cuffs off him but she just canāt until he calms down, for his and her own safety. She sighs, weighing up her options āIām gonna give you a sedative now, just a little bit, and then I can take those cuffs off ok? Youāll be awake and aware enough to know whatās going on and Iāll be with you the whole timeā
He yelps as the needle pricks his leg, in a short amount of time he feels his heart rate slowing, despite the fear still strong. His mind felt coated with honey, thoughts slowing as he slumps. Distantly he was even more terrified, he wouldnāt be able to stop anything happening. He could barely before but now it was worse.
As he finally starts physically calming down. She gets the cuffs off him āyouāre okā¦ Iām here with you ok? Iāll make sure no one hurts youā¦ try to keep your eyes open ok?ā she tries to reassure him. Hopefully the drugs will wear off soon. Hopefully heāll be less erratic when they do.
She shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears herself āI wonāt let them, I promiseā¦ā she tries to calm him down āshhh I promise Iāll do everything I canā¦ā
He holds his hands close to himself, looking up at her. āI donāt like āmā he says as he points to the cops, flipping them off with what little strength he had left
The blond-haired woman walked through the corridor to Malaki's room, easily noting the presence of the police men. She greeted them, but instead of asking them anything, she immediately turned towards the door.
With a short knock and the lock turning, she walked inside. Closing the door behind them, she checked if the curtains were pulled properly. "Hello, I'm Doctor Lula Sonnet. Before we start, what is the reason for the cops being here, and you likely having been handcuffed?"
āThe police said he was aggressive when they brought him in but he was mostly just erratic and confused from my perspective. Gave him a low dose of lorazepam that calmed him downā Madi explains softly, keeping an eye on Malaki to make sure heās ok.
Her lips moved to the side, as she pursed them. Her thoughts focused back to everything she has seen or heard by now. Her eyes stayed on the boy, who she soon addressed, "I will go talk with them, and then, I will come back to check you over."
Anything else that may have been said was lost on her, as Lula immediately did just that. The door closed with a push from her, and the handcuffs were already in between her fingers. Fortunately, she managed to convince them to leave without additional issues.
The larger cop looks over at her, standing straight up, "Is he clear to go?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly not caring all that much about the hospitals protocols
"Not yet." Lula stared back at them, clearly unaffected by his demeanour. She instinctively straightening her own back, matching the man's posture. "Has he done anything except for acting out? From what I've heard, his behaviour didn't seem... mentally stable, which makes me consider keeping him for observation. Especially now with him having been sedated."
"He was being aggressive to us, not to mention he has been seen around the streets for a few days, just loitering. It is annoying people since he...well you know" He gestures to the kid, who yeah looked a little rough but what else could you expect from someone who's been on the streets for over a month
"No, I don't think I know what you mean, officer. I also don't think there was any malicious about his intentions for loitering, so as far as I am aware, it is not something that either of you need to stay here for." Her body shifted slightly, covering up the view towards the door from the men. Her eyebrows narrowed at the comment, even if her voice reimained calm.
Without any words, she stretched out her hand with the handcuffs to the cops to hand them over, ready to be done with them. "He is also a child, which makes me think of far more reasons that would indicate negative things about the boy's parents than about him."
The cop scoffs, "The boys parents, you think a kid like that still has parents around. No he's a ward of the state, a system kid, we've dealt with him and kids like him a lot. He's too aggressive for foster homes, we had to pull him out of a couple after he claimed abuse."
The other cop rolls his eyes, "He reported abuse, we could not find any evidence of it however, but he was removed from the home. That was almost a year ago now" he says, his words a little more gentle and understanding.
Her expression softens for just a second at the other cop's words, but she forces the seriousness back on her face just as quickly. Her annoyance at the behaviour of the man who talks the most right now is enough to help with hiding the worry she felt for the boy. That worry can stay there for when she'd actually talk to him.
"That does not give you a reason to handcuff or even arrest him for something that would be a misdemeanour in the first place." The mere idea of the mistreatment done by the cop that was, to use his own words against him, too aggressive for his job complicated the chance for Lula to keep calm.
"She has a point" The other cops says, "We can call his social worker and she can figure out the next course of action. If we need to charge him we can come back when he can actually understand what we are saying"
The big cop scoffs, something about homeless people ruining the city and he walks off. The other cop just sighs and follows him out, after giving Lula his contact information.
Putting the contact information away, she sighs out to get rid of any irritation from earlier. Only after that, and after another knock on the door, does she come into the room. Shortly, she glances at Madi as if to check on her.
She stays focused on the patient for most of it anyway. She talks to him, too, doing her best not to mention his situation. It wouldn't help with his assessment right now anyway... "The cops left, so that should be handled for now. Are you okay with me examining you right now, Malaki?"
Quick reminder to drive safely, too, since I'm posting a picture from when I dropped off some plushies for the hospital.
Besides that, if anyone needs some motherly love this month (whether you are out or not, whether your family is or is not supportive), you can find me anywhere in the department or at my home, but I'll be there for you even there with a simple call!
CW: Police officers being dicks, Child Abuse, foster system and all that is wrong with it, mental health
Malaki was brought into the ER, cuffed to the bed with a police officer shoving him down every time he tries to sit up. "LET GO OF ME" He shrieks as he thrashes.
He was quickly losing fight though, his body too malnourished and weak to fight much. He had runaway from his group home a few months ago, and finally the police had caught him. Apparently someone called about a teenager acting strange.
Unfortunately, they didn't seem to care about his comfort. They chased him down and tackled him, causing his face and hands to get all scratched up. Now they were acting like he was in the midst of a mental health crisis. Which he kind of was but only because he was terrified. Terrified of going back, of what the cops might do, of everything.
Madi steps in, hearing the screaming āhey HEY! Enough!ā She steps between Malaki and the officers āwhat the hell are you doing to my patient!ā Technically she wasnāt on his case but it seemed like lying was the best course of action
"He was being aggressive, we have to follow protocol." One of the officers says.
"he's almost an adult anyways" the other grunts as he tries to push past her to hold down the boy who was already beginning to get up. Malaki kicks out at them, wanting space but too emotional for words
āAlmost an adult doesnāt mean he is an adultā¦ back the fuck offā she pushes the cops out and shuts the door of Malakiās bed bay. She sits on the chair next to his bed, staying silent, just making sure heās ok, hoping heāll talk when heās ready
āWe canāt get you out of those right now when youāre this erraticā she says calmly, hoping some sort of explanation will help āwhen youāve calmed down a bit we can get them off ok?ā
He makes a displeased noise and reaches for the chair, intending to throw it at the glass where he sees the police still watching him with barely hidden displeasure. His fingers barely brush against it and he strained more
āFucking PIGSā he finally grabs the chair and throws it in their direction, though it barely gets a second of airtime. He slipped and crashed to the ground with the throw. Simply curling up there as the police open the door, concerned for Madiās safety. He wouldnāt hurt her though, she hadnāt done anything to him.
āTrust me I knowā she mumbles under her breath. Sheās had enough run ins with law enforcement as a teen to somewhat understand how he feels. Her eyes widen as the cops open the door āI need you outā¦ he needs to calm down and youāre not helpingā
āWe canāt have him hurting you, heās shown heās violent. Get him his meds or whatever you do and let us bring him to the stationā the bigger man says in his gruff voice.
Malaki looks around for something else to throw. He tugs the cuff desperately. The man reminded him of one of the fosters he had a while ago.
Madi gives a polite but tense smile. Sheās already hates this guy āyeah Iāll go do thatā she closes the door to Malakiās bed bay again, this time locking it and closing the curtain too āI might have to give you something to calm you down ok?ā She says calmly, just sitting for now, wanting him to have some choice.
He tugs the cuff desperately, hiding himself behind his knees. For the first time since he came in his actions were childish in a different way. A desperate attempt at safety, at protection.
His arm and shoulder were aching now, having been bent at an odd angle for too long. He looks up at her though his bangs
Her lips press into a thin line, trying to hide how worried she is. She wishes she could get the cuffs off him but she just canāt until he calms down, for his and her own safety. She sighs, weighing up her options āIām gonna give you a sedative now, just a little bit, and then I can take those cuffs off ok? Youāll be awake and aware enough to know whatās going on and Iāll be with you the whole timeā
He yelps as the needle pricks his leg, in a short amount of time he feels his heart rate slowing, despite the fear still strong. His mind felt coated with honey, thoughts slowing as he slumps. Distantly he was even more terrified, he wouldnāt be able to stop anything happening. He could barely before but now it was worse.
As he finally starts physically calming down. She gets the cuffs off him āyouāre okā¦ Iām here with you ok? Iāll make sure no one hurts youā¦ try to keep your eyes open ok?ā she tries to reassure him. Hopefully the drugs will wear off soon. Hopefully heāll be less erratic when they do.
She shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears herself āI wonāt let them, I promiseā¦ā she tries to calm him down āshhh I promise Iāll do everything I canā¦ā
He holds his hands close to himself, looking up at her. āI donāt like āmā he says as he points to the cops, flipping them off with what little strength he had left
The blond-haired woman walked through the corridor to Malaki's room, easily noting the presence of the police men. She greeted them, but instead of asking them anything, she immediately turned towards the door.
With a short knock and the lock turning, she walked inside. Closing the door behind them, she checked if the curtains were pulled properly. "Hello, I'm Doctor Lula Sonnet. Before we start, what is the reason for the cops being here, and you likely having been handcuffed?"
āThe police said he was aggressive when they brought him in but he was mostly just erratic and confused from my perspective. Gave him a low dose of lorazepam that calmed him downā Madi explains softly, keeping an eye on Malaki to make sure heās ok.
Her lips moved to the side, as she pursed them. Her thoughts focused back to everything she has seen or heard by now. Her eyes stayed on the boy, who she soon addressed, "I will go talk with them, and then, I will come back to check you over."
Anything else that may have been said was lost on her, as Lula immediately did just that. The door closed with a push from her, and the handcuffs were already in between her fingers. Fortunately, she managed to convince them to leave without additional issues.
The larger cop looks over at her, standing straight up, "Is he clear to go?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly not caring all that much about the hospitals protocols
"Not yet." Lula stared back at them, clearly unaffected by his demeanour. She instinctively straightening her own back, matching the man's posture. "Has he done anything except for acting out? From what I've heard, his behaviour didn't seem... mentally stable, which makes me consider keeping him for observation. Especially now with him having been sedated."
"He was being aggressive to us, not to mention he has been seen around the streets for a few days, just loitering. It is annoying people since he...well you know" He gestures to the kid, who yeah looked a little rough but what else could you expect from someone who's been on the streets for over a month
"No, I don't think I know what you mean, officer. I also don't think there was any malicious about his intentions for loitering, so as far as I am aware, it is not something that either of you need to stay here for." Her body shifted slightly, covering up the view towards the door from the men. Her eyebrows narrowed at the comment, even if her voice reimained calm.
Without any words, she stretched out her hand with the handcuffs to the cops to hand them over, ready to be done with them. "He is also a child, which makes me think of far more reasons that would indicate negative things about the boy's parents than about him."
The cop scoffs, "The boys parents, you think a kid like that still has parents around. No he's a ward of the state, a system kid, we've dealt with him and kids like him a lot. He's too aggressive for foster homes, we had to pull him out of a couple after he claimed abuse."
The other cop rolls his eyes, "He reported abuse, we could not find any evidence of it however, but he was removed from the home. That was almost a year ago now" he says, his words a little more gentle and understanding.
Her expression softens for just a second at the other cop's words, but she forces the seriousness back on her face just as quickly. Her annoyance at the behaviour of the man who talks the most right now is enough to help with hiding the worry she felt for the boy. That worry can stay there for when she'd actually talk to him.
"That does not give you a reason to handcuff or even arrest him for something that would be a misdemeanour in the first place." The mere idea of the mistreatment done by the cop that was, to use his own words against him, too aggressive for his job complicated the chance for Lula to keep calm.
CW: Police officers being dicks, Child Abuse, foster system and all that is wrong with it, mental health
Malaki was brought into the ER, cuffed to the bed with a police officer shoving him down every time he tries to sit up. "LET GO OF ME" He shrieks as he thrashes.
He was quickly losing fight though, his body too malnourished and weak to fight much. He had runaway from his group home a few months ago, and finally the police had caught him. Apparently someone called about a teenager acting strange.
Unfortunately, they didn't seem to care about his comfort. They chased him down and tackled him, causing his face and hands to get all scratched up. Now they were acting like he was in the midst of a mental health crisis. Which he kind of was but only because he was terrified. Terrified of going back, of what the cops might do, of everything.
Madi steps in, hearing the screaming āhey HEY! Enough!ā She steps between Malaki and the officers āwhat the hell are you doing to my patient!ā Technically she wasnāt on his case but it seemed like lying was the best course of action
"He was being aggressive, we have to follow protocol." One of the officers says.
"he's almost an adult anyways" the other grunts as he tries to push past her to hold down the boy who was already beginning to get up. Malaki kicks out at them, wanting space but too emotional for words
āAlmost an adult doesnāt mean he is an adultā¦ back the fuck offā she pushes the cops out and shuts the door of Malakiās bed bay. She sits on the chair next to his bed, staying silent, just making sure heās ok, hoping heāll talk when heās ready
āWe canāt get you out of those right now when youāre this erraticā she says calmly, hoping some sort of explanation will help āwhen youāve calmed down a bit we can get them off ok?ā
He makes a displeased noise and reaches for the chair, intending to throw it at the glass where he sees the police still watching him with barely hidden displeasure. His fingers barely brush against it and he strained more
āFucking PIGSā he finally grabs the chair and throws it in their direction, though it barely gets a second of airtime. He slipped and crashed to the ground with the throw. Simply curling up there as the police open the door, concerned for Madiās safety. He wouldnāt hurt her though, she hadnāt done anything to him.
āTrust me I knowā she mumbles under her breath. Sheās had enough run ins with law enforcement as a teen to somewhat understand how he feels. Her eyes widen as the cops open the door āI need you outā¦ he needs to calm down and youāre not helpingā
āWe canāt have him hurting you, heās shown heās violent. Get him his meds or whatever you do and let us bring him to the stationā the bigger man says in his gruff voice.
Malaki looks around for something else to throw. He tugs the cuff desperately. The man reminded him of one of the fosters he had a while ago.
Madi gives a polite but tense smile. Sheās already hates this guy āyeah Iāll go do thatā she closes the door to Malakiās bed bay again, this time locking it and closing the curtain too āI might have to give you something to calm you down ok?ā She says calmly, just sitting for now, wanting him to have some choice.
He tugs the cuff desperately, hiding himself behind his knees. For the first time since he came in his actions were childish in a different way. A desperate attempt at safety, at protection.
His arm and shoulder were aching now, having been bent at an odd angle for too long. He looks up at her though his bangs
Her lips press into a thin line, trying to hide how worried she is. She wishes she could get the cuffs off him but she just canāt until he calms down, for his and her own safety. She sighs, weighing up her options āIām gonna give you a sedative now, just a little bit, and then I can take those cuffs off ok? Youāll be awake and aware enough to know whatās going on and Iāll be with you the whole timeā
He yelps as the needle pricks his leg, in a short amount of time he feels his heart rate slowing, despite the fear still strong. His mind felt coated with honey, thoughts slowing as he slumps. Distantly he was even more terrified, he wouldnāt be able to stop anything happening. He could barely before but now it was worse.
As he finally starts physically calming down. She gets the cuffs off him āyouāre okā¦ Iām here with you ok? Iāll make sure no one hurts youā¦ try to keep your eyes open ok?ā she tries to reassure him. Hopefully the drugs will wear off soon. Hopefully heāll be less erratic when they do.
She shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears herself āI wonāt let them, I promiseā¦ā she tries to calm him down āshhh I promise Iāll do everything I canā¦ā
He holds his hands close to himself, looking up at her. āI donāt like āmā he says as he points to the cops, flipping them off with what little strength he had left
The blond-haired woman walked through the corridor to Malaki's room, easily noting the presence of the police men. She greeted them, but instead of asking them anything, she immediately turned towards the door.
With a short knock and the lock turning, she walked inside. Closing the door behind them, she checked if the curtains were pulled properly. "Hello, I'm Doctor Lula Sonnet. Before we start, what is the reason for the cops being here, and you likely having been handcuffed?"
āThe police said he was aggressive when they brought him in but he was mostly just erratic and confused from my perspective. Gave him a low dose of lorazepam that calmed him downā Madi explains softly, keeping an eye on Malaki to make sure heās ok.
Her lips moved to the side, as she pursed them. Her thoughts focused back to everything she has seen or heard by now. Her eyes stayed on the boy, who she soon addressed, "I will go talk with them, and then, I will come back to check you over."
Anything else that may have been said was lost on her, as Lula immediately did just that. The door closed with a push from her, and the handcuffs were already in between her fingers. Fortunately, she managed to convince them to leave without additional issues.
The larger cop looks over at her, standing straight up, "Is he clear to go?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly not caring all that much about the hospitals protocols
"Not yet." Lula stared back at them, clearly unaffected by his demeanour. She instinctively straightening her own back, matching the man's posture. "Has he done anything except for acting out? From what I've heard, his behaviour didn't seem... mentally stable, which makes me consider keeping him for observation. Especially now with him having been sedated."
"He was being aggressive to us, not to mention he has been seen around the streets for a few days, just loitering. It is annoying people since he...well you know" He gestures to the kid, who yeah looked a little rough but what else could you expect from someone who's been on the streets for over a month
"No, I don't think I know what you mean, officer. I also don't think there was any malicious about his intentions for loitering, so as far as I am aware, it is not something that either of you need to stay here for." Her body shifted slightly, covering up the view towards the door from the men. Her eyebrows narrowed at the comment, even if her voice reimained calm.
Without any words, she stretched out her hand with the handcuffs to the cops to hand them over, ready to be done with them. "He is also a child, which makes me think of far more reasons that would indicate negative things about the boy's parents than about him."
A little over a day after their conversation, Lula went to meet up with Madi. She has made sure to finish up charting, her cases, and to do the handover at the scheduled last hour of her shift, not wanting to prolong her dinner plans. She has already changed into her everyday clothes, too, ready to go straight home.
"Madilyn?" The woman called out, finally seeing the girl near her. Her back straightened a bit more, and her head stopped moving from one side to another in search of her. Her eyes were glued to the young woman, narrowing almost like she was unsure if it was actually her. "Do you need to finish something else or should we already go to the parking lot?"
Madi smiles softly and makes her way over to Dr Lula as she hears her call her name āNope! All done, finallyā she mumbles that last part with a sort of playful annoyance in her tone. She adjusts her jacket and slings her bag over her shoulder. āAre you done yet?ā She gestures to the computer Lula was standing near.
"I'm glad to hear that. And yes, I've just finished." She still checked whether the last page she had on was turned off, before facing Madi again. She walked with her straight to her car in the parking lot.
"Thank you again for agreeing to come over for dinner." The words left her lips just as she unlocked her car, and put her bag in the backseat. The true intention behind this meeting didn't even affect the genuine gratitude in her voice.
Madi steps outside with Lula, following slightly behind her so she can lead her to her car āOf course! Thank you for inviting me! I really appreciate it!ā She responds genuinely, smiling softly, fidgeting with the strap of her bag. She opens the front passenger door and puts her bag at her feet
She sat down in the driver's seat, already fastening her seatbelt. She turned the car on, as she waited for Madi to get in. Only then, and after the younger woman fastened her own seatbelt, did she left the parking lot.
"It's no problem, I would really call it you doing me a favour." As Lula spoke back to her, a soft smile appeared on her face. The atmosphere in the car stayed the same for the rest of the drive. Multiple lights at her house were turned on, but the space was as quiet as ever. "And we're here..."
āA favour? For coming over and eating your delicious cooking? Please!ā She teases, softly nudging Lulaās arm as she drives. As soon as they pull up to Lulaās house, Madiās eyes widen āwoah itās massive! And so nice!ā
"Thank you. My husband and I wanted for everyone to have enough space, so this was the perfect house, and we had enough money for it not to be a financial burden." The woman explained with a genuine smile on her face, as she led the girl inside. There, she slipped off her shoes, and she left the jacket by the door.
Madi did the same. She wasnāt often in houses as fancy as this, so she just followed what Lula did, hoping it was ok. āItās really niceā Madi compliments as she walks inside, looking around. She smiles softly up at Lula, hoping she canāt tell that sheās not really used to this
"Thank you." Lula nodded her head slowly, before leading them both to the living room. She only stopped by the kitchen to greet her husband with a short kiss on his cheek, before she focused back on Madi.
"And please, try to relax. IƱigo and his friends probably ruined this house more than you could ever. One time they even broke one of my vases, so it's really fine." The smile on her face grew, turning more amused at the memory, and at Madi's behaviour. The thought also made her point in the direction of a few, self-made, and self-painted vases near them.
Madi smiles softly towards Lulaās husband with a small wave. She almost instantly reverts back to being a respectful teenager. āHi sir! Nice to meet youā sheās definitely stressed about doing the right thing. Sheās never really done āfamily dinnerā before.
She relaxes visibly when Lula reassures her. She looks toward the vases āyou made these? Theyāre beautifulā she keeps her distance, scared of accidentally breaking one. She fidgets softly with her hands
"Hey, pequeƱa." Ćlvaro greeted the woman, turning his face towards her just for a moment, before he focused back on setting up the dinner for all of them.
"Yes, I did. You can touch, if you want. They're not toxic, nor do they bite." She joked a little, before she sat down on the couch. She stared up the stairs for a second. Still, she didn't call out for either of her kids to come downstairs just yet. "Would you like to sit down? Dinner should be ready soon, but we'll probably have to wait anyway."
Madi doesnāt really know what that means but by his tone of voice she assumes itās a term of endearment. She gives a small nod in response. She glances quickly at the vases again before Lulaās voice grabs her attention, asking if she would like to sit āohā¦ yes of courseā she smiles softly, realising sheās probably been standing awkwardly in their lounge room this whole time
"He just called you 'kid', nothing bad. I made sure they'd play nice." The reassurance left her lips in as calm of a tone as she could master, even with the thought of her children who were far more into teasing their friends than her or her husband.
"My daughter is around your age, so hopefully, it will be easier to discuss things with her." The sentence followed almost right after the previous ones. Her posture stayed relaxed, even as she noticed the awkwardness in Madi's stance.
Madi goes to sit next to Lula on the couch with a small giggle. Sheās obviously much less stressed about the simple family dinner. She smiles softly as Lula reassures her that her daughter is her age āaww really!?ā That makes her feel more at ease.
The woman nodded shortly, looking away from the girl for another second, as her gaze fell on the stairs again. She didn't seem to be focusing on them either, as she recalled both of her children in her mind. "They're both in their twenties, but I wouldn't be surprised if you got along better with Baila... Especially with how creative you two are."
"She's my daughter, she's much younger than IƱigo. He's closer to being thirty... I can't tell when that time passed." Lula shook her head gently, as if she was getting rid of memories from when her children were little. She kept smiling anyway, unable to stop the corners of her lips from rising.
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CW: Police officers being dicks, Child Abuse, foster system and all that is wrong with it, mental health
Malaki was brought into the ER, cuffed to the bed with a police officer shoving him down every time he tries to sit up. "LET GO OF ME" He shrieks as he thrashes.
He was quickly losing fight though, his body too malnourished and weak to fight much. He had runaway from his group home a few months ago, and finally the police had caught him. Apparently someone called about a teenager acting strange.
Unfortunately, they didn't seem to care about his comfort. They chased him down and tackled him, causing his face and hands to get all scratched up. Now they were acting like he was in the midst of a mental health crisis. Which he kind of was but only because he was terrified. Terrified of going back, of what the cops might do, of everything.
Madi steps in, hearing the screaming āhey HEY! Enough!ā She steps between Malaki and the officers āwhat the hell are you doing to my patient!ā Technically she wasnāt on his case but it seemed like lying was the best course of action
"He was being aggressive, we have to follow protocol." One of the officers says.
"he's almost an adult anyways" the other grunts as he tries to push past her to hold down the boy who was already beginning to get up. Malaki kicks out at them, wanting space but too emotional for words
āAlmost an adult doesnāt mean he is an adultā¦ back the fuck offā she pushes the cops out and shuts the door of Malakiās bed bay. She sits on the chair next to his bed, staying silent, just making sure heās ok, hoping heāll talk when heās ready
āWe canāt get you out of those right now when youāre this erraticā she says calmly, hoping some sort of explanation will help āwhen youāve calmed down a bit we can get them off ok?ā
He makes a displeased noise and reaches for the chair, intending to throw it at the glass where he sees the police still watching him with barely hidden displeasure. His fingers barely brush against it and he strained more
āFucking PIGSā he finally grabs the chair and throws it in their direction, though it barely gets a second of airtime. He slipped and crashed to the ground with the throw. Simply curling up there as the police open the door, concerned for Madiās safety. He wouldnāt hurt her though, she hadnāt done anything to him.
āTrust me I knowā she mumbles under her breath. Sheās had enough run ins with law enforcement as a teen to somewhat understand how he feels. Her eyes widen as the cops open the door āI need you outā¦ he needs to calm down and youāre not helpingā
āWe canāt have him hurting you, heās shown heās violent. Get him his meds or whatever you do and let us bring him to the stationā the bigger man says in his gruff voice.
Malaki looks around for something else to throw. He tugs the cuff desperately. The man reminded him of one of the fosters he had a while ago.
Madi gives a polite but tense smile. Sheās already hates this guy āyeah Iāll go do thatā she closes the door to Malakiās bed bay again, this time locking it and closing the curtain too āI might have to give you something to calm you down ok?ā She says calmly, just sitting for now, wanting him to have some choice.
He tugs the cuff desperately, hiding himself behind his knees. For the first time since he came in his actions were childish in a different way. A desperate attempt at safety, at protection.
His arm and shoulder were aching now, having been bent at an odd angle for too long. He looks up at her though his bangs
Her lips press into a thin line, trying to hide how worried she is. She wishes she could get the cuffs off him but she just canāt until he calms down, for his and her own safety. She sighs, weighing up her options āIām gonna give you a sedative now, just a little bit, and then I can take those cuffs off ok? Youāll be awake and aware enough to know whatās going on and Iāll be with you the whole timeā
He yelps as the needle pricks his leg, in a short amount of time he feels his heart rate slowing, despite the fear still strong. His mind felt coated with honey, thoughts slowing as he slumps. Distantly he was even more terrified, he wouldnāt be able to stop anything happening. He could barely before but now it was worse.
As he finally starts physically calming down. She gets the cuffs off him āyouāre okā¦ Iām here with you ok? Iāll make sure no one hurts youā¦ try to keep your eyes open ok?ā she tries to reassure him. Hopefully the drugs will wear off soon. Hopefully heāll be less erratic when they do.
She shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears herself āI wonāt let them, I promiseā¦ā she tries to calm him down āshhh I promise Iāll do everything I canā¦ā
He holds his hands close to himself, looking up at her. āI donāt like āmā he says as he points to the cops, flipping them off with what little strength he had left
The blond-haired woman walked through the corridor to Malaki's room, easily noting the presence of the police men. She greeted them, but instead of asking them anything, she immediately turned towards the door.
With a short knock and the lock turning, she walked inside. Closing the door behind them, she checked if the curtains were pulled properly. "Hello, I'm Doctor Lula Sonnet. Before we start, what is the reason for the cops being here, and you likely having been handcuffed?"
āThe police said he was aggressive when they brought him in but he was mostly just erratic and confused from my perspective. Gave him a low dose of lorazepam that calmed him downā Madi explains softly, keeping an eye on Malaki to make sure heās ok.
Her lips moved to the side, as she pursed them. Her thoughts focused back to everything she has seen or heard by now. Her eyes stayed on the boy, who she soon addressed, "I will go talk with them, and then, I will come back to check you over."
Anything else that may have been said was lost on her, as Lula immediately did just that. The door closed with a push from her, and the handcuffs were already in between her fingers. Fortunately, she managed to convince them to leave without additional issues.
The larger cop looks over at her, standing straight up, "Is he clear to go?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly not caring all that much about the hospitals protocols
"Not yet." Lula stared back at them, clearly unaffected by his demeanour. She instinctively straightening her own back, matching the man's posture. "Has he done anything except for acting out? From what I've heard, his behaviour didn't seem... mentally stable, which makes me consider keeping him for observation. Especially now with him having been sedated."
CW: Police officers being dicks, Child Abuse, foster system and all that is wrong with it, mental health
Malaki was brought into the ER, cuffed to the bed with a police officer shoving him down every time he tries to sit up. "LET GO OF ME" He shrieks as he thrashes.
He was quickly losing fight though, his body too malnourished and weak to fight much. He had runaway from his group home a few months ago, and finally the police had caught him. Apparently someone called about a teenager acting strange.
Unfortunately, they didn't seem to care about his comfort. They chased him down and tackled him, causing his face and hands to get all scratched up. Now they were acting like he was in the midst of a mental health crisis. Which he kind of was but only because he was terrified. Terrified of going back, of what the cops might do, of everything.
Madi steps in, hearing the screaming āhey HEY! Enough!ā She steps between Malaki and the officers āwhat the hell are you doing to my patient!ā Technically she wasnāt on his case but it seemed like lying was the best course of action
"He was being aggressive, we have to follow protocol." One of the officers says.
"he's almost an adult anyways" the other grunts as he tries to push past her to hold down the boy who was already beginning to get up. Malaki kicks out at them, wanting space but too emotional for words
āAlmost an adult doesnāt mean he is an adultā¦ back the fuck offā she pushes the cops out and shuts the door of Malakiās bed bay. She sits on the chair next to his bed, staying silent, just making sure heās ok, hoping heāll talk when heās ready
āWe canāt get you out of those right now when youāre this erraticā she says calmly, hoping some sort of explanation will help āwhen youāve calmed down a bit we can get them off ok?ā
He makes a displeased noise and reaches for the chair, intending to throw it at the glass where he sees the police still watching him with barely hidden displeasure. His fingers barely brush against it and he strained more
āFucking PIGSā he finally grabs the chair and throws it in their direction, though it barely gets a second of airtime. He slipped and crashed to the ground with the throw. Simply curling up there as the police open the door, concerned for Madiās safety. He wouldnāt hurt her though, she hadnāt done anything to him.
āTrust me I knowā she mumbles under her breath. Sheās had enough run ins with law enforcement as a teen to somewhat understand how he feels. Her eyes widen as the cops open the door āI need you outā¦ he needs to calm down and youāre not helpingā
āWe canāt have him hurting you, heās shown heās violent. Get him his meds or whatever you do and let us bring him to the stationā the bigger man says in his gruff voice.
Malaki looks around for something else to throw. He tugs the cuff desperately. The man reminded him of one of the fosters he had a while ago.
Madi gives a polite but tense smile. Sheās already hates this guy āyeah Iāll go do thatā she closes the door to Malakiās bed bay again, this time locking it and closing the curtain too āI might have to give you something to calm you down ok?ā She says calmly, just sitting for now, wanting him to have some choice.
He tugs the cuff desperately, hiding himself behind his knees. For the first time since he came in his actions were childish in a different way. A desperate attempt at safety, at protection.
His arm and shoulder were aching now, having been bent at an odd angle for too long. He looks up at her though his bangs
Her lips press into a thin line, trying to hide how worried she is. She wishes she could get the cuffs off him but she just canāt until he calms down, for his and her own safety. She sighs, weighing up her options āIām gonna give you a sedative now, just a little bit, and then I can take those cuffs off ok? Youāll be awake and aware enough to know whatās going on and Iāll be with you the whole timeā
He yelps as the needle pricks his leg, in a short amount of time he feels his heart rate slowing, despite the fear still strong. His mind felt coated with honey, thoughts slowing as he slumps. Distantly he was even more terrified, he wouldnāt be able to stop anything happening. He could barely before but now it was worse.
As he finally starts physically calming down. She gets the cuffs off him āyouāre okā¦ Iām here with you ok? Iāll make sure no one hurts youā¦ try to keep your eyes open ok?ā she tries to reassure him. Hopefully the drugs will wear off soon. Hopefully heāll be less erratic when they do.
She shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears herself āI wonāt let them, I promiseā¦ā she tries to calm him down āshhh I promise Iāll do everything I canā¦ā
He holds his hands close to himself, looking up at her. āI donāt like āmā he says as he points to the cops, flipping them off with what little strength he had left
The blond-haired woman walked through the corridor to Malaki's room, easily noting the presence of the police men. She greeted them, but instead of asking them anything, she immediately turned towards the door.
With a short knock and the lock turning, she walked inside. Closing the door behind them, she checked if the curtains were pulled properly. "Hello, I'm Doctor Lula Sonnet. Before we start, what is the reason for the cops being here, and you likely having been handcuffed?"
āThe police said he was aggressive when they brought him in but he was mostly just erratic and confused from my perspective. Gave him a low dose of lorazepam that calmed him downā Madi explains softly, keeping an eye on Malaki to make sure heās ok.
Her lips moved to the side, as she pursed them. Her thoughts focused back to everything she has seen or heard by now. Her eyes stayed on the boy, who she soon addressed, "I will go talk with them, and then, I will come back to check you over."
Anything else that may have been said was lost on her, as Lula immediately did just that. The door closed with a push from her, and the handcuffs were already in between her fingers. Fortunately, she managed to convince them to leave without additional issues.
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