Truth Was Julia Had Seen A Lot In Her Career As A Doctor And An Expectant Mother Wanting To Have A Drink

“You didn’t want to just focus on one of them to really hone your skills?” It wasn’t intended as a pointed or rude question, sometimes Julia could just be a little intense in how direct she was with her words. Maybe that was thanks to being a doctor, time wasting wasn’t something she had…well ‘time’ for. “Do you often get days off?” She asked with light interest. She herself got shifts off, but days off were a little more rare because it was in her nature to want to work as much as humanly possible. It kept her brain busy which was a relief, plus if she wasn’t she’d just be thinking about her patients anyway. @infragilehearts

——- ❝ I had both skills and doing both is kinda nice. ❞ truly, valerie was just lost in work. she kept her mind at ease and she didn't even think of her life much since before moving to new york now. it was better for her mentally to a point — but one day, she would have to face it — deal with it and move forward with her life properly. for now, this worked. finding someone to talk to about things did really bring a light to her she hadn't had in a while, so the company was nice. ❝ yes — i do ! i work between retro and diner. my days off then become the much needed relax and recharge needed to work again. ❞

“Chef and a bartender, impressive.” Julia responded with raised eyebrows, she always was when people managed to hold down two jobs because one could keep someone busy enough without adding a second to the mix. She hovered back a little as they ordered, not wanting to get in the way, but the polite smile returned to her face as they continued to chat while they were waiting. She didn’t get much free time in all honesty, always more focused on work than she probably should be even in her off time, but still she found herself interested to know where the other worked. “So do you work at a restaurant? I’ll have to come and pay it a visit sometime.” @infragilehearts

——- With a grin and a little nod of her head as she added, ❝  i am actually. chef and bartender — both part time. ❞ one thing about her was since her mom's passing she was a bit of a workaholic, but she still paced herself and made sure she wasn't over worked. valerie was lost in work but still enjoyed having her me time when she could. upon reaching the counter she ordered herself her bread as well, also paying on her phone with a grin on her face once she finished. her attention going back towards the other. ❝  not — personally, anymore but it comes with the job sometimes. i'd say it's a pretty big time — before the lunch rush of course. ❞

Pressure wasn’t something Julia nor Rhys were unfamiliar with but that was part of the reason why they needed these moments to kind of let go. Not in any kind of wild way, just step away from the hospital and responsibilities that came with their roles to be…well…people. Not doctors for a couple of hours. Not with the weight of the world on their shoulders. Letting out a weighted sigh she shrugged, a half smile on her face. “Living the dream, right?” Was Julia’s response as she zipped her hoodie up, not that it was cold but she’d only just woken up from a nap which meant there was a slight chill running through her. 

“Rhys, I’ve spent all day having to be confidant in my decisions, you think I’m going to stop now with something this crucial?” She joked, shoving her hands in her pocket as they headed down the sidewalk, pursing her lips as the new question was posed, considering. “Just drinking I think. If there is too much music involved I might end up with a headache, and not an alcohol related one. I don’t mean like no music playing, I just don’t really fancy live music.” She answered candidly, used to being required to make decisions quickly so at least this wasn’t alien to her.  @tctteredwings

Once Julia had agreed and headed off to get changed, Rhys slowly made his way outside the front of the hospital, finding an empty bench and taking a moment to check his phone. It had been a long day, one with very little time to sit down and relax, several intense surgeries had taken up the majority of his time, along with talking to families and organising his team. There were days when he wondered how he actually dealt with it, but thankfully on those where all things went right, it made it easier to keep on going. He did love his job, after all. Hearing his colleague's voice as she made her way outside to join him, he flashed a smile and got back to his feet again. "All good?" he queried, face brightening at seeing her. He had to laugh a little at her words, though, shaking his head in response at first but already beginning to walk. "You sure you're confident in that decision?" More laughter although he was already working through the options in his head. "In the mood for some music as well or are we just drinking?" An important decision that needed to be addressed before he settled on somewhere.

Looking up from the chart she was reading as she headed into her next patient’s room she noted that they were there for a consultation regarding a set of twins that weren’t yet born, not that this was unusual. Sure the OBGYN team would be closely monitoring this too but she was no doubt brought in to discuss something to do with the actual baby care after they were born. Most likely in the event they came early so that everyone was on the same page. “Miss Bjork, it’s lovely to meet you. I'm Doctor Rebeiro.” She gave her a warm smile, offering her hand in greeting, beside manner very much switched on. “Well, I wouldn’t worry. Let’s just see what we have going on here. So you’re coming up to seven months - is that right? How have you been feeling?” @bjorkn

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 her trust commented about Doctor Ribeiro's excellent job, and she wanted the best for her unborn children. Normally to all doctor appointments, Neva goes with her fiance. Today, this is not the case because this is one of her 'impulses attack'. ⎯ The blonde came to ask some doubts. Once her name was announced she entered the room, introducing herself. ❛ Hi doctor, I'm Neva Björk. I heard a lot about your work, and I'm not really sure why I'm here. They aren't born yet. ❜ Fucking hell… This is starting badly.

@drjuliarebeiro

Julia smiled, a real smile that filtered up to her eyes making them warm, because something sweet like that for no other reason than being kind was…unexpected. She appreciated it through, immediately warming to the man in front of her. “I’m going to consider it a good sign for my day moving forward. As for needing it…you aren’t wrong. I’m a doctor, just came off a fourteen hour shift, so this out of nowhere kindness is something I didn’t know I needed but it turns out maybe I very much did.” A soft laugh as she pushed a hand through her bedraggled hair, sighing just after. His playful nature was refreshing after the weight of everything that was going on at work. “Is this something you do often, Sebastian? Showing kindness to strangers in the form of caffeine?” @sebastianxwinters

Sebastian smiled over at Julia who had just now introduced who she was. He thought she was pretty. Of course not his taste and god knows what was going on with Austin now. The two had gotten cozy with one another and he was incredibly happy for that but his actions lately could've jeopardized that drastically. "Nice to meet you as well, Julia." He replied as he then chuckled at her question. "Well I guess I just wanted to do something nice for somebody and you happened to be the luckily one and it seems that I picked well because you seem to need it." He replied, sliding her a playful smirk. @doctorjuliasato

This was frustrating Julia no end, she couldn’t get the lines to go where she wanted them to, and the ability to allow artistic flair to take ahold of her was something she found totally impossible. She’d spent almost as much time erasing lines as she had drawing them, the whole while a small frown line between her eyebrows as she beavered away. The woman could feel Audi’s eyes moving onto her every so often but she didn’t do the same, instead drawing the face she knew as well as her own, from memory. Her bottom lip had been pulled between her teeth as she hummed under her breath without realising she was doing it. A sign of concentration. When words were finally spoken however, she looked up, coming back into the room in a slight daze. The sweet, compassionate words that came from the other were something she herself found difficult, expressing emotion verbally, but she knew it was reciprocated which was why there was no pressure to do so. “I don’t think I’m going to have done any better so as long as you agree to grant me forgiveness before I let you see this, then I’m happy to do the same for you.” Leaning forward she took the picture, swapping it with her own so her own shame could be revealed. “I mean, I had no idea my head was that shape but I really like the top you’ve put me in…” Julia laughed a little as she took in what was before her, still thinking it was head and shoulders better than her own. “I didn’t even get to colouring, did you know you have a very hard nose to draw? It’s so…specific.” Taking things far to seriously as per usual. 

status:  closed, ft. julia. ( @drjuliarebeiro ) location:  aurea's apartment in the bronx. when:  late night. 

   SHE'S DEEP IN CONCENTRATION, EYES BOUNCING back and forth between her sheet of paper and julia as she completes the final touches. according to the card she pulled, they're to draw each other's portraits and, well, it's safe to say that audi did the world a favour by choosing to pursue writing as her art form.  ❝  juls. my kind, loving, beautiful soul sister. let me preface this by saying i swear i didn't use this sleepover as an excuse to insult you. hell, i didn't mean to insult you at all, but...  ❞   her words dissolve into a fit of laughter when she looks back to her drawing,   ❝  blame my hands, okay! they only ever wanna do what they're told when i'm cooking and, truthfully, even that's a sometimes sorta deal. like, seriously. julienne cuts are easy, so why. why! do they refuse to do them? ...yeah, yeah, i know. let's just rip the bandaid off.  ❞   she uses a hand to cover her face with another laugh before her other one offers her guest the artwork, a portrait that looks like it belongs in jason rekulak's hidden pictures as one of the five year old's horror drawings, face down. she peeks through her fingers with a sheepish grin,   ❝  at least my colouring is pretty, right?  ❞

Molly's Game (2017) dir. Aaron Sorkin

Julia was just catching up on some paperwork at the nurses station - for once things had quietened down a bit (famous last words) so she could take a breather. Her coffee sat next to her forgotten as it so often was because despite being incredibly smart when it came to her own self care she had the memory of a goldfish. Tucking some hair behind her left ear she initialed a box when she felt a tap on her shoulder, looking up with the expectation of seeing an intern or nurse who needed something, but instead she was faced with a woman she’d never seen before. 

About to ask if she was looking for a patient it soon became clear that wasn’t there reason for being here, listening to the request with a small smile. “Oh, how sweet. No, of course I’d be happy to help. I actually think it would lift quite a few kids spirits to have someone come in and help distract them for a bit. Not that I’m diminishing your tutoring to just a distraction, but you know what I mean. Often the older ones end up actually missing being at school.” She looked back down at the pamphlets again. “Tell me more, do you do all ages?” @callmecharliejones

starter: closed for @drjuliasato

where: pediatric ward.

The hospital wasn't Charlie's favorite place. Well, she supposed it wasn't anyone's favorite place but Danny had sad it would be a good idea to put up pamphlets in the pediatric ward of the hospital he worked at and Danny was full of brilliant ideas, so with shaky hands and a deep breath, she headed inside and as she saw a woman in a white coat, she came over to tap her shoulder.

"Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you. I promise I won't take long." She started. "My friend Daniel works here, he said I could put some pamphlets up. I'm a teacher. I'm looking for some kids to tutor." She handed her one of the handmade and photocopied pamphlets she made herself, with silly drawings, flowers, stars, hearts, a few bunnies here and there and her contact number. "Could you help me? If you are not too busy of course. I'm sure you have a million kiddos to see. I don't want to be an imposition. I can wait for your break as well, or come some other time."

“You didn’t read them?” Julia had a surprised look on her face but she really shouldn’t be because that was the pot very much calling the kettle black. The amount of books she’d borrowed from libraries in the past but not even opened was numerous, and it wasn’t because she didn’t have good intentions when she got them. Simply that life tended to get in the way, especially if they were fiction books rather than something attributed to medicine or something she was specifically working on. Sensing the uncertainty coming from her she nodded in agreement instead of prying further, giving the other a small smile. “I’m sure - I head that is quite common among writers.” She doubted parroting that would be of any reassurance but it happened anyway. “Would you look at that, I think we’ve decided what your next purchase is going to be. Some call it a grocery bag, you call it a Circe bag. It’s flexible for ones needs.” 

A shrug of her shoulders in regards to what she was specifically looking for, pressing her lips together silently for a second. “There is a case I’m working on at the moment is a child with Adrenoleukodystrophy, it’s not something I’ve personally worked with before so although I know the facts from medical school I wanted to come and do some more reading on it incase there is anything I’ve missed. Are you staying a while?” She asked, referring to the library. @ofzahras

"I guess you're partially right. I just wish I had actually read these instead of just hauling them home and now bringing them right back." Obviously no one knew - or cared - that she hadn't even cracked open most of the books, but the shame was palpable nonetheless. The shame seemed to be her constant companion, increasingly so ever since her brain had decided it no longer wanted to partake in any additional reading or writing. The feeling only grew as she thought about future deadlines and word counts, the threat of falling behind making her sick to her stomach. "I am sure it's just a writer's block," she muttered, mostly to herself, before snorting in amusement. "See, I like where your head's at. I could smuggle Circe everywhere and become the ultimate cat lady."

A realisation lit up Zahra's face as Julia admitted she was only heading in. She laughed, shaking her head softly. "Ah, there you go. It's good to know some things don't change. Are you looking for anything in particular?"

“Well I’m used to it - then again I’m preaching to the choir. You all work incredibly hard, we’re grateful for how swiftly you get the patients to us. I know you must hear this a lot but you have likely made the different between her making it and not with your quick thinking.” At least that was what Julia hoped. Obviously she wanted every patient to come out the other side feeling a whole lot better than when they came in, but she’d take the wins where she could get them that was for sure. She knew how these things went, even if she was new to this particular hospital it never really changed no matter where you were, and thus Julia knew there would be journalists sniffing around in no time. Hence the need for coffee in her veins before that happened. 

At the acceptance of her invitation she gave him a soft smile, quite glad she wasn’t going to have to sit in front of a cup of coffee with nothing but her own thoughts. If he’d declined she probably would have just taken charts with her to work on so as not to…well…think. “Just don’t hold it against me if you don’t agree.” Nodding in the direction of the canteen which was indicated by a sign hanging just down the hallway, although she knew that it would require them to take the elevator down three floors first. “You really don’t have to do that, you works incredibly hard yourself, I don’t think there is a way to quantify the effort put in. It’s always team work.” Holding her hand out towards him she reintroduced herself politely. “Julia, Doctor Sato is for when I’m working on a case, this is a break from that.” @caddel

“—as must be you, too, Doctor,” he retorted, politely; it was not his job to stand there and wait for an update, that was true but then again…where was he supposed to go? whether the little girl lived or not, and he didn’t even want to think of that possibility, he wanted to be there and be told in person; she deserved that much. her mom had been taken to a different hospital and she was going to be asking after her baby —damn, she was asking while EMTs worked on her trying to stabilize her for transport— and when he would look at her to tell her of whatever happened to her baby, at worst case scenario, at least his conscience would be a little bit lighter knowing they had tried. either way, an accident like this was still gonna make it in tomorrow’s newspaper and when mentioning them, he would rather it be told the fire department had tried to rescue all parties involved but failed than not having tried at all. listening to the doctor’s update, though limited, he let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding. of course, he understood that she couldn’t give out information to just anyone, but he was thankful for what little she could share, nonetheless. his partner had said they should take her here, he had heard of this amazing pediatrician working there and Ryan had no reason to doubt him; judging by the severity of the injuries she had sustained and the update, he had to be damn right about Doctor Rebeiro. the EMTs hadn’t even known how or where to begin working on her when he pulled her out.

Ryan was about to thank her, allow her to also get on with the rest of her shift, or take a break after so many hours being cooped up in there when her preposition caught him a little off guard; he still was about twelve hours shy from finishing his shift at the station, but he had been away for over three hours, a little bit more was not gonna hurt. he laughed a little at the comment —remembered that his partner never brought coffee as he was supposed to. “then I’ll take the word for it,” he responded. “but, please, my treat. a little thank you for your hard work.”