Baby Blue (Elizabeth Olsen)

𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲

"You're a special girl, you know that?" Doctor Grey says, announcing herself as she walks into the room. She's dressed in her usual scrubs, the long white coat covering the majority of the blue.

"And whys that?" I ask her, propping myself up on the hospital bed. I lay down and roll up my sleeve, the usual procedure when I come in to donate blood.

"We'll it's not everyday when you come across not only someone who has priceless blood, but also happens to date one of hollywoods biggest actresses." She responds, a smile on her lips.

I love this sort of friendship that we've developed over time. I only see her once a month but we have a cool sort of... I want to say flirty banter that's both entertaining and desirable. It's weird but definitely awesome.

"I guess so. But I'm not really sure if you could call it dating." I answer.

"I would. She took you to the premier of a huge movie as a first date. She also said that admitted that she was bisexual with her arm around your waist." She says, preparing the equipment to draw blood.

She wraps the compression wrap around my arm so that the blood can stay within the lower half of my arm. She makes sure that she has the right blood packet and places the needed into the large vein in the lower half of my arm, on the inside.

"You seem to know a lot about how my date went." I say, trying to make her a little nervous. Probably not the best idea given that she's going to jab a needle in my arm and take my blood.

"Na, nothing the news didn't tell me." She says, that beautiful smile on her face. "So what's it like? The attention I mean?" She says as she sits down and allows the machine to do its thing.

"For the most part it's awesome, I'm dating a cute girl who just happens to be famous. But you should see some of the stuff people are saying about me." I reply, dejectedly.

I'm a pretty confident and self assured person, so it's not very often that I let things like hate messages get to me, but the things people have been saying about me, or to me directly, have been hurtful.

Lizzie has checked in on me once since the premier to make sure that everything is okay. She's so thoughtful and kind that I wonder what it is she sees in me.

I've seen some of the questions that people have been asking her about me, and most of the time she keeps the answer brief and often tries to steer clear of me entirely. Of course she has to answer some of them, otherwise the media will continue to assume things. I mean... they'll do that anyway.

"Yeah, I'm guessing that's one of the bad things about being in the limelight." We continue to speak.

It's so easy to just chat with her, and I think we've become legitimate friends over the time we've spent together.

"Yeah, I've had people outside my house too. They don't do anything but it's weird to think about." I answer, slightly occupied by concentrating on not moving while the blood is extracted.

"Yeah, I would hate that. Every time I go to the shower, go to bed." She says, making sure that the bag is rocking back and forth.

When I begin to feel light headed she takes the needle and closes the seal on the bag. It's as easy as that, sitting in a chair for a couple of minutes.

"You're going to take this blood back home this time, yeah?" She says, putting the bag of blood into a box and handing it to me.

"Sure." I say and take the box from her hands. I don't normally take my blood home, most of the time I didn't even know where it ends up, across the states or even the world maybe.