"Well, it's very good news hearing that you remember what happened," O'Hara remarked. She continued her work at the back of Elouise's head, not noticing the blush spreading on her cheeks. "I don't think you have a concussion. I think it's only just a headache, maybe left over from the stress of the moment." She let her hands drop and turned to write in her file some more. "Do you know what month it is?"
Finn sighed once O'Hara released he back of her head, then nodded gently at the remarks. Her nose scrunched slightly while she thought, an old habit of hers.
"November…?" She answered, uncertain about her answer
O'Hara nodded and jotted a note down. "Date?" she asked, looking up and meeting Finn's hazel eyes intently with her wide, warm brown ones.
(Omg, like O'Hara means the date as in today is…)
(What if Finn just panics and for some reason thinks O'Hara is asking her out???)
(THATS WHAT I WAS PLANNING XD)
Finn quickly looked up, turning a bright shade of crimson as she began to wring her hands together. "Oh… uh.. I mean.. um…" She tried to suppress a smile, pretending to toy with her hair in order to hide her face. "I guess so…" She smiled, then realized what Eleanor actually meant. "I uh… I guess its the 20th! Yeah…"
O'Hara stared absently at her for a second. She blinked herself out of the daze and turned away to write in the file this time. "Yes," she said quietly. "November 20." It was her 34th birthday, but she refused to talk about it. Instead, she planned on starting to drink at the end of her shift and not stopping until the sun came up. She cleared her throat and brushed her hair out of her face as she looked back at Elouise. "Are there any family members you'd like us to contact? Friends? A spouse or romantic partner? Anyone?"
(bump, sorry I'm impatient)
Finn hung her head, thinking again as she shrugged slightly.
“I… um… n-not really. My parents aren’t around, and I have no idea where my brother is and…” she sighed. “No I uh. I’m not in a relationship either.”
O'Hara pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Didn't you say you were going to a friend's house?" she asked. "When you…" Quickly, she trailed off the thought, not wanting to further remind Elouise of her accident. She swallowed and shook her head. Focus, Eleanor. After she finished what she was writing, she turned and focused her attention on her patient. "Would you like us to call your friend?"
Finn pressed her lips together, tugging at the fabric of her blanket.
"I uh… my friend's institutionalized. I was just going to visit her." She rasped, clearing her throat again. "I doubt she'll be able to help."
A look of understanding seemed to pass over O'Hara, and she nodded slowly. "While it's highly recommended you tell someone that you're here, I understand your situation." She distracted herself by checking the IV levels. "Would you like more morphine?" she asked, her nimble fingers preparing to change out the fluid bag.
Finn closed her eyes and sighed, embarrassed by the fact that she had no one to tell. No one to help her. She simply nodded at the question, adjusting her position a bit. “Sure..”
O'Hara swapped the fluid bag diligently. Her fingers were swift, but if one looked closer, they were trembling. She took a breath and finished the job. "There you are," she remarked.
She hesitated a moment before placing her manicured hand on top of Elouise's. "I understand," she repeated in a murmur. "If I was in your situation right now, I wouldn't have anyone either. I'll be here if you need anything, and if you can't find me, have a nurse page me."
Finn watched O'Hara work, in awe at the skill the woman possessed. Once she had finished, she relaxed again, and observed the doctors features.
She never truly realized how incredibly attractive she was.
No matter how hard Finn tried, she couldn't keep her eyes off the woman, and blushed profusely once O'Hara's soft hand rested on her own. Her heart skipped a few beats, and she couldn't suppress a small smile. "Thank you. Thank you so much." He murmured, still in a daze
O'Hara smiled back. "You're welcome," she whispered, lifting her hand from covering Elouise's. She turned and jotted a few final notes down in the file before shutting it and facing her patient. "I'll be back to check on you in a few minutes," she promised, moving the curtain so she could leave. Once O'Hara began to walk away, heels clicking as she went, she couldn't help but recall the flush on Elouise's cheeks. It was just her imagination, right?
Finn sat up just before O'Hara left, reaching out her hand. "W-wait!" She called, wanting to see her one last time.
She blushed again, clearing her throat once more as she smiled gently. "Call me Finn."
O'Hara's eyes widened, and she headed back, evident in the growing sound of her heels. She slipped back through the curtain and noted the definite blush on her patient's cheeks this time. She tilted her head to the side a bit in confusion. "Finn? I thought your name was Elouise," she commented, taking a few steps closer to the bed as she spoke.
Finn chuckled, wrapping the blanket around her fingers as she shrugged a bit. "My last name's finnigan, and I'm not too fond of my real name, so I uh… my friends call me Finn." She looked up with a slight smile, before her expression dropped. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't keep you."
O'Hara smiled warmly. "Finn," she repeated with her accent. "Lovely name. None of the nurses or other doctor who work here call me by my first name either. I don't think they even know it." She winked, like it was their secret before waving her hand to dismiss Finn's apology. "Don't worry. It's actually a slow day. We haven't had a one in a while. Your MRI and CT scan results might be ready even earlier now, which means you can get out sooner if nothing is wrong. Go see your friend." She smiled again, leaning against the plastic railing of Finn's bed.
Finn smiled at the way O'Hara said her name, looking down as a warmth ran down her spine. She sighed at the gesture then tilted her head as she watched the woman speak, her voice soothing and as smooth as honey. She felt herself blush again, but knew she couldn't hide it. "That's good to hear. I uh… th-thanks. For everything." She stammered, her eyes locked on O'Hara's delicate features. God, she really wished this wasn't the end
O'Hara's gaze locked intently on the rising blush spreading across Finn's face, and her eyes widened. "Finn, are you alright?" she asked worriedly. She took a step closer and pressed the back of her hand to Finn's cheek to feel how hot she was, then to her forehead for a more accurate temperature read. "Darling, you're flushed."
The comment only made Finn blush more, her hand going to her reddened face as she looked away. "Oh uh… y-yeah. Im fine. I'm completely fine." She blurted, the feel of the doctor's gentle hand only deepening her flush. "It must be uh… y'know. S-something else."
At first, O'Hara didn't understand what Finn meant. Instead, she let some of her doctor instincts take over. "You feel hot," she remarked softly. "Would you like me to take some of your blankets off?" O'Hara didn't wait for an answer, she moved to pull the thin quilt down so only sheets covered Finn's body.
Finn felt a shiver go through her, biting her lip slightly and covering her face.
“Th-thanks…” she muttered, not daring to look up at the beautiful woman taking layers off her