𝜗𝜚˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with a particular green eyed rich boy, overbearing parents taunting her all the way from malibu, an ex who refuses to leave her alone, a chaotic best friend and a pair of t...
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chapter sixteen━death and all his friends season six, episode twenty four
❝ one minute we were drinking coffee, and now the people we care about are dead. how did that happen?❞
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"She has an overactive imagination—"
Was what Molly Levine had said when she held a firm grip on her youngest daughter's shoulders, standing in the office of the most celebrated child psychiatrist in the state of California.
Dr. William Adams, a tall man with a balding grey head of hair and warm almond eyes, looked up from his computer where his hand came to a crashing hault over his keyboard.
His eyes peered over the top of his silver frames perched on the edge of his nose, taking in the sight of the most famous cardiothoracic surgeon in America standing in his very own office with a petrified looking child by her side.
His stare them moved to his assistant, who looked as if she was about to burst into a flood of tears.
The causation of this near-mental breakdown was the woman whose face was drawn in sharp angles, her words stern and enough perfume lathered over her skin to suffocate anyone within direct reach.
"—andI would appreciate it if you could make it stop."
William didn't know what to say exactly.
Especially seeing as though he was set to leave the office early for a personal dinner, and was getting rather excited over the prospect of a steak lathered in peppercorn sauce with a glass of expensive red to accompany it.
He especially didn't plan for a woman, and not just any woman for that matter, to march right into his office with her daughter demanding him to make her overactive imagination come to a crashing hault.
The proposition was surprising, to say the least.
So, Dr. Adams reached up, taking off his glasses and setting them down on his desk.
"Margaret, please fetch Dr. Levine a coffee." He regarded his pale faced assistant, however she was more green than anything. The doctor then turned to the girl, whose wide eyes were tracing the office and looking at every single tiny detail of the space around her. "And, can we get you a drink?"
Aliya, despite everything what was going on around her and how her mother hurled her in the car for a two hour drive in the middle of the day, grinned. And, she almost didn't exactly seem petrified anymore. "A coffee too, plea—"
