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FTEC, Wednesday, Evening Shift [Nov 21]

It was a rather happy Ronan who made his way into the clinic on Wednesday evening, setting his backpack behind the desk. He frowned to see that they still had Adah in as a patient, making sure to check on her and see how she was doing.

But other than that? Definitely a happy Ronan.

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Ronan's around. There's even a small jar of cayenne sitting on the desk, in preparation his usual visitor.

When she pings in, the poor girl.

I may crash for a nap for an hour, but other than that I'm around all night.

Isabel was pretty sure this was going to have to be a quick visit since she needed to finish getting packed and she still wasn't sure exactly when they were going. But after how she'd spent part of last Wednesday night, she wanted to come by just to prove that things were back to normal.

After a stop at the Perk, she made her way to the clinic and stepped inside. "Evening!"

"I have a date!"

... It probably said something that these were the first words out of his mouth this evening, though they were swiftly followed by, "And, uh, hi."

"And a good evening to you to as well. It's nice to see you to," Isabel teased. "My day's been pretty nice. Thank you for asking."

She set the drinks on the counter then pulled over a chair and made herself comfortable. "A date? With who? Anyone special?"

Grabbing his drink, Ronan popped off the lid and liberally sprinkled it with cayenne. "Peter Petrelli," he said. "We met up at the Perk earlier today, and... yeah. I'm cooking dinner next Tuesday, we're eating in my room. Nice, small, intimate. Great way to get to know each other better." He paused. "And show off my cooking."

Isabel fixed her own drink with a generous splash of Tabasco and lifted it in a toast. "Congratulations. I'm both impressed and incredibly happy for you. And should you need a sous chef to assist with the cooking, you know I'm there for you."

Ronan raised his drink in response. "Thank you! Why impressed? And I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll handle this one on my own."

"Because you work both quickly and apparently smoothly?" she answered, taking a sip of hot chocolate. "And I mean that in the very best of ways. Of course now I'm a bit disappointed I can try to play matchmaker any more then I have."

"Well, I don't know how smooth," Ronan replied, blushing a little. "I, ah, rambled. A lot. While I was sick, I mean. I kinda... told him several times that he was really cute." His grin returned. "So, today, I just made sure to tell him that while I was only rambling because I was sick, what I was saying was definitely true."

Isabel couldn't help laughing. "I'm not going to disagree with you. At all. He's very cute. He's also a very nice guy. Just like you. Which is what I told him class on Monday."

"You did?" Ronan blinked. "You... you really were matchmaking? Seriously?"

It has been, as she sat with idle blinking and slight movements toward sounds, a day of colors for Adah. Blurry at first, nearly inconsequential, but, as day passed and the light of it receded into the quiet darkness, which seemed to make the beeping of the machines attached to her echo more, they began to slash. What seemed dull before now seemed too bright; shadows seemed to shift in ways that confused her, seemingly too deep to exist. Most importantly, amid the confusion of the slashing colors, Adah Price began to feel pain. A little bit, at first, a dull tugging at the back of her head that seemed to spread, seemed to grow more intense, until the colors disappeared and all there was was the pain, built up on itself, waiting in her dormant inactivity for just the right moment of awareness to rush in.

She closed her eyes tightly; she was able to get her teeth to clench slightly but that was the only movement she could manage, it would seem, although the urge for more, to release the pain, was strong. A slow sound, a whimper, started to emerge as confused panic started to accompany the pain. In the midsts of everything, the her breathing became erratic and unsteady, in sharp contrast to the mechanisism attached to her to maintain a pace; it felt that, instead of assisting her, the slower respirator was suffocating her and the panic sharpened. A desperate sound now, trying to call out but unable as she tried to will her atrophied limbs to remove the obstruction. Panic. Confusion. Pain. And all she could do was call out, to avoid being completely swallowed up by it.

"Very, very mildly," she grinned, amused by Ronan's reaction. "Why wouldn't I? He's a friend. You're a friend. You're both single?"

Ronan hurried into the room, the quiet sound of the whimpers enough to draw him in. "Adah?" he said. "You're awake!" He rushed over, diagnostics running through his head even as he came over, trying to find the source of the whimpering. He could see the clench in her jaw, not certain if it were source or symptom of the pain, but already reaching out a careful hand and a string of words to try and relax the muscles, if he could.

Ronan blushed. "Oh, uh, thanks." Funny, he could ask Peter out easily enough, but find out that someone else thought he was good enough for Peter?

The blushing was too adorable and one more reason why Isabel thought they'd be good for one another. "Not a problem. At all. I hope it works out. I'd like to see you both happy."

Ronan grinned. "Speaking of happy, how are things between you and Wyatt?"

"Good," she said, as that sappy smile made yet another appearance. "Very good even. I'm going with him out to his family's for the holiday. It'll be fun."

"Oh?" Ronan considered that for a moment. "Good," he said. "Things are definitely going well if you're meeting the family."

It's one of those weird Fandom things. Wyatt and Chris's mom is an alternate version of a student that graduated here last May," Isabel explained. "So I already know her. And the other folks that'll be there are other graduates and friends. So no, it's not the same as if he were to bring me home to meet his grandfather or something."

"Oh, okay," Ronan replied. "... Fandom is really, really weird."

"You're only just figuring this out?" she snickered.

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