You need more than an Apple a Day (Quinn/Tim)

[Olivia James]

Even though Ollie was looking and acting much like her normal self, it had become apparent after the first time she had been hospitalized thanks to not consuming enough food, that she would start to need regular check ups to make sure her nutrition and body was doing well.

Although the real reason Ollie wasn't looking worse for the wear, was because her daddy promised that she wouldn't have to be getting a shot at all this time around. Otherwise she would have been cowering like a male dog making the only vet trip he would have ever cared about.

Instead she was practically dancing in her chair, as she sat and waited as patiently as Ollie could manage for her new doctor to be ready for her. She always liked meeting new people, even if this person would probably be the next one to attempt to stick her with a needle. Of course Ollie wasn't trying to think about that, since all she could think of was: they would jab her with that HUGE needle, and then she would explode with energy everywhere and hurt people! And that would not be good!

But for now she was okay, and no one was going to be hurt. After all it was only that one time she had actually shot energy from herself, most of the time she makes stuff out of energy by accident which isn't as bad most of the time.

The wait was certainly getting to Ollie, even if her father, next to her, wasn't feeling the same way. Then again, her daddy had to deal with Ollie, so he must have had the patience of a... very very patient man.

Finally Ollie got up from her chair, with a little pounce, and walked around the patient room they were left in. Ollie had wished they just stayed in the waiting room, at least there, there was toys to play with. All she could find as she let her hands see around the room, was popsicle stick things and cotton balls. Which of course she reached up and stuck her hand in the cotton balls to pull some out with a smile beaming on her face.

[Quinn Collins]

Another day, another clipboard full of appointments for kids with runny noses. She yawned heavily as she walked down the long, brightly lit hallway to room 4 where her first victim of the day was already waiting. As she approached the room she glanced down at the file.

Name: Olivia Katelyn James
Age: 12
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 115 lbs
Known allergies:
Additional notes:
Is Meta-human (Energy Manipulation)
Meta-human status has caused Olivia to suffer from malnutrition as well as inconsistant bursts of energy. Consistant check-ups are needed to make sure she is receiving proper nutrition while she is still growing.


Easy enough. Quinn had yet to meet this particular patient but she was excited to have Miss James on her list of patients that were exclusively hers. Ah, the joys of ending her residency. She was excited to be on her own now and being a doctor the way she wanted to be. Before she entered the room she pulled on her tie dyed lab coat and slid on a pair of googly eyeglasses. She knew that meeting doctors was scary, especially for kids, and even more so for the kids old enough to understand that not all doctors visits were fun, so she liked to try and even out the standings by making herself look like an ass as well. Also, she liked her googly eyes, she thought they were fun.

Quinn knocked a little toon on the door before coming in, a friendly smile on her face. "Hello miss James." She smiled, "I'm Doctor Collins." She reached a hand out to her new patient. She chuckled and slid the googly eyeglasses onto her head away from her eyes exposing her piercing blue ones, (which she thought were far more frightening than any glasses).

Quinn also went to shake her fathers hand, seeing as she knew she'd probably be dealing with his questions and concerns more than Ollie who seemed to be a healthy 12 year old which meant her health was probably the last thing on her mind. When she was Ollie's age she was definitely more concerned with boys and school and her new powers, which Ollie had only developed fairly recently.

"I'm so happy to meet you." She said to her newest patient. She'd focus solely on Ollie for the first part of the exam. It was important to make sure that she felt comfortable and important rather than the parent, which most parents truly couldn't handle. "So, I hear your a meta?" She asked raising a brow, "That's pretty cool. Are you liking your time at Hammel so far?"

"Oh, if you don't mine Olivia I'd like to just go through a few basic motions since I haven't seen you before just to make sure everything is running smoothly." Quinn glanced at Mr. James to make sure that was okay with him as well before she pulled out her hot pink stethoscope and smiled. "This thing is pretty cool too. If you want I can show you a trick."

[Timothy James]

Timothy James struggled to fit his large frame in the small doctor's room chair. He sat with one massive leg clad in denim propped on his other knee. The dirt brown work boot resting on the floor tapped a little rhythm. Most people would read it as impatience, but it weren't quite that. It was a technique that Kate had taught him to help keep Ollie calm. Or, as calm as Olivia got. He kept the rhythm even and at a medium pace. Unfortunately, it wasn't working this time. Tim leaned forward and chuckled. "Ollie, girl - you're gonna dance right out of that chair."

Sure enough, she wasn't sitting for much longer. Tim smoothed his hand over the stubble of his chin as he watched her jump up and stalk her way around the room. So much like her mother. Knowing his little girl, she was looking for something to get her hands into. She was wound pretty tight with excitement, but Tim knew it was nothing compared to what he would have faced if she thought she was getting a shot. Now that would have been a challenge! The doting father watched carefully to make sure no trouble would come about with those cotton balls. Yes, he knew his little darling was capable of causing trouble even with cotton balls.

Thankfully she didn't have much of a chance to figure it out. As soon as he heard the knock on the door, Tim sat up straight and straightened his red flannel shirt. Well, as much as you can straighten a flannel shirt. He was just impressed that he had found one without a hole in it. The stern looking man had to hold back a chuckle as the doctor walked in. Well, that was a new one. Shaking his head as the two gals got acquainted, Mr. James waited for his turn. He pulled himself up out of the chair as the petite doctor offered her hand. "Nice to meet ya, Doc." Some people might be intimidated by the broad man towering over them. Tim hoped she wasn't one of them.

To show he wasn't one of those neanderthal men that liked to throw their muscles around, Tim sat back down as soon as he had shown her the respect of a proper hand shake. Sitting back in the chair, Tim let her take the lead with Ollie. Truth be told, Timothy James was a man of few words. The less she asked him to talk, the happier he would be. Just so long as she didn't make his Olivia unhappy. Tim nodded his consent as the doctor began the exam and listened intently to his little girl's answers as the introductions went on.