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Visit Twelve

VISIT TWELVE:

Reason: Check up

Symptoms: None

Time in: 9:45 am December 20th, 2014

Jennie paced around the break room, her lip between her teeth and a finger constantly twirling her hair. She shouldn't have gone to that concert. Like, she thought it might be a bad idea, but it was a bad idea. Because ever since she went to the concert, there had been strange feelings and strange thoughts, strange emotions.

Very strange, should not be happening, well, things were happening.

Like relief. Why did Jennie feel relief when she saw Jane shove her tongue down some blonde woman - who Jennie kind of remembered seeing upon Rosie's visit to the hospital - 's mouth. Why did she care? And when her palms got all sweaty watching Rosie perform in outfits that were way too tiny. And why was Rosie so attractive because Jennie was sure that if that wasn't the case none of these stupid thoughts would be happening in the first place.

The worst part was, Jennie couldn't - in all honesty - say that it was just attraction she felt towards Rosie. Stupid, stupid thoughts.

Jennie had looked up transference, but the term didn't seem to fit. She'd had hundreds of patients and not been interested in any of them. She'd treated several attractive people. So why Rosie? The worst person to have a crush on, probably. Why the annoying super idol?

"Jennie?" she heard from the other side of the door along with a quick knock. "Rosie's been waiting for ten minutes."

"Dammit ," Jennie muttered. Rosie the impatient , annoying super idol.

She took in a deep breath and strutted towards the office, grabbing the chart from Suzy on the way, then took in another breath before opening the door. Rosie looked up at her, her ruby eyes a little dull, smile a little forced.

Jennie lost her words for a moment. "Hi," she blurted out when Rosie said nothing. Jennie closed the door behind her and took a step forward, trying not to look away from Rosie. That would just make things obvious.

"You didn't come," Rosie said

Jennie dropped the chart on the floor. The loud thud made both of them jump, but was enough for Jennie to get her thoughts into gear.

"Yes I did!" she said.

Rosie crossed both of her arms and looked away. "Then how come you didn't see me after, and how come Suzy didn't see you?"

Jennie recalled Suzy asking if she wanted to go with Jisoo and her; but Jennie had declined because the whole third-wheel thing could be annoying sometimes.

"I went alone. Jisoo and Suzy were on a date, and I didn't want to intrude."

"And not seeing me? You were on a security list, you know?"

Jennie's face turned red. She was flustered because Rosie had been dancing and singing and dressed in very revealing clothes. At one point something that covered no more than underwear and a bra would; maybe they were underwear and a bra. And she remembered panting fans, and remembered judging them and realizing she couldn't really judge.

Oh, and then she ran out of the concert as soon as it ended after too many uncomfortable jolts buzzing through her body.

Jennie cleared her throat. "I had to get home a little earlier than the concert ended. The next morning I had an early shift," Jennie said. Technically it wasn't a lie.

"Oh!" Rosie said, perking up. She uncrossed her arms and folded her hands over her knees.

"How'd you like it?!"

Jennie bent down to pick the chart up from the ground, and also to get a moment of reprieve from too much eye contact. "It was good. Uh, your dancing was good."

Rosie grinned, her cheeks forming small dimples. "I think you met my choreographer, Lisa. She was the blonde who was there when I passed out."

The image of her and Jane stuck together played in Jennie's mind. She'd only spotted them because they were at the very front in special seating. "Yes. Her and the other woman, with jet black hair," Jennie said. She felt stupid for playing stupid, acting like she didn't know her name was Jane and that she hadn't read a handful of tabloids on her.

"They were at your show, right? In the front." Jennie cleared her throat and turned around to get the stethoscope.

" Ugh, yeah. I had to see them making out, like, every time I looked down. They're gross. My best friends, but still gross. Hopefully some reporter got a picture or something," Rosie said with a casual sigh.

"Why?" Jennie asked, ignoring how the tips of her ears burned.

"If you bothered to pick up a magazine she'd know that half the world thinks there is some scandalous affair between super idol RosiePosie and her agent." Rosie faked a gasp of surprise, covering her mouth with both hands, then dropped them and rolled her eyes.

"Even though she's been dating Lisa for years now."

Jennie swallowed in, bringing the bell of the stethoscope to Rosie's chest. "So you're not seeing her," Jennie asked. Stupid. Stupid thing to ask.

"No!" Rosie's heart thumped a little louder, faster. "Though there was this thing during our freshman year of college..." Rosie mused, placing a hand on her chin.

"Breathe," Jennie said, just as she sucked in a breath. A thing during college? If Rosie had a thing during college did that mean she had a thing for girls and - no. Jennie was her doctor. Right. It wouldn't matter anyway.

"So you did date?"

Rosie gave an indignant snort. "Hmm...no. More of a fling. It was kind of ridiculous."

Jennie moved the bell to Rosie's back, almost certain that her own heart might actually be beating a little faster. Especially being this close. Rosie's hair smelt like strawberry, mixed in with the sweet scent of whatever perfume she was wearing. She should have just stopped asking questions, not speak at all anymore, but ended up blurting out, "Why ridiculous?"

"We've known each other since high school, and well, " she blushed, looked at her knees. "It was kind of like, why haven't we tried, and then, oh that's why. "

Rosie wasn't straight.

"Oh," Jennie said, moving away. Her thoughts went blank, though. Rosie, the worst person to have feelings for, of course wouldn't make this easier on her.

"Temperature," she then said, just to have something to say. But before she could turn around to ready the thermometer, Rosie was grabbing her hand.

"Jennie," she said, eyes glimmering, "keep this between us, okay." And of course Jennie knew why she'd ask that. She was an idol. But there was something so personal about the way she said it, like trust. She trusted Jennie.

Jennie grabbed her hand back, held it for a moment. It felt nice to hold her hand, just the smallest show of physical contact. "Of course."

The rest of the appointment went by with a lulling silence. Nothing uncomfortable, nothing weird. The sounds of medical equipment, of wrappers, of a thermometer under Rosie's tongue.

But when it was time to leave, Rosie lingered. Her cheeks turned a light pink as she shifted between legs. "I guess I won't see you until after christmas."

Jennie's eyes widened. Oh, right. That was coming up in a few days. Had she even done her shopping, things had been so busy.

"Merry Christmas, Jennie," Rosie said, smiling.

Jennie smiled. "Merry christmas."