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two weeks later - march 6, 2020                                                                                                                             day three

i rush through the emergency doors, my beeper going off repeatedly in the pocket of my white coat.

"whats going on?" i ask as i walk up to the nurse's station, my eyes wide as i hook at sylvia. "why do you keep paging me 911?"

"your favorite patient is back with chest pain and a crooked neck," she grumbles, placing the chart in my hands.

"crooked neck?" i ask as she walks away.she holds up her hand and waves it slightly as if to say farewell before disappearing in the sea of frantic doctors and nurses. "fucking hell."

i pull the curtain back and sigh as i see billie lying on the bed. "miss eilish, to what do i owe the pleasure?" i ask her, pulling up the stool so i can sit beside her.

"so, you see-" she begins, turning her head to look at me, but immediately lets out a painter shout. "i was in the middle of a meet and greet when i started ticking really bad, and when i tick in front of people, my anxiety skyrockets-"

"so you have a crick in your neck and chest pain from anxiety?" i ask her, scribbling onto her chart.

she nods in response, a dull laugh leaving her lips. "yeah, basically - my tourettes just acts up at random times and i wish i could stop it."

"unfortunately," i start, looking at the girl as i rest the open chart on my lap. "tourettes isn't easy, and it's very good that you're so open about it - but trying to control the ticks is only gonna make them worse."

"duh," she says with a slight laugh, pointing at her neck. "if i could stop this shit from happening, doc, i would."

"and for your anxiety," i say, chewing on my bottom lip as i look at the chart. "i know you have frequent panic attacks.."

"that, i do," she says softly, fiddling with the rings on her fingers. "which is also a pain in the neck - get it? pain in the neck?"

i laugh dryly at her joke and playfully roll my eyes. "you're already on hydroxyzine for your anxiety, so you're gonna need to talk to your primary care doctor about upping the dose - however, i will give you some ibuprofen for the pain in your neck, but you have to promise me that you'll get a massage in the morning." i tell her, flipping her chart closed.

"any masseuse recommendations, dr. dené?" she asks with raised eyebrows, her knee shaking slightly.

i shrug slightly, crossing my legs as i rest the now closed chart on the foot of the bed. "i don't get very many massages."

she nods in understanding, chewing on her lip. "i feel that."

"on another note, how's that ankle treating you?" i ask her softly, motioning to the boot on her foot.

"it makes it so difficult to be active," she groans, kicking her legs childishly. "you have no idea how fucking hard it is to not be able to jump around on stage."

i shake my head slightly, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. "after another four weeks, you can get that cast off so you can be free." 

A/N

cam and i cant remember if this is the end of the chapter (were going off of screenshots) so let us know if there was originally more and ill figure it out

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