So we meet again..2

Although Liberty's eyes were only meeting Jason's for the first time, unbeknownst to her, he saw her the moment she got out of the medical SUV. The excitement that emanated from her hazel eyes was nothing like when he first saw her at the supermarket, she was truly glowing making her even more beautiful. He beamed with joy of finally talking to her again, four years later, he was still taken by her. He dreamed about meeting her again, there was so much he wished to talk to her about. Being in her presence made him feel human - he didn't have to act. He could make mistakes and can breathe, but dear Lord, can she please stop calling him Coco,

He facepalmed, "I cannot believe that's how you choose to remember me??"

"Well...you never really told me your name, so can you blame me?", she retorted, making him chuckle, "The name is Jason - please don't ever forget it - not James, but Jason.". 

" Uncle Milo....", she murmured embarrassedly, "...sorry about that - how is he by the way?". She missed him dearly.

"Oh, so you remember I am his nephew?? Did you get my gift-". For a second, he forgot where he was and his teammates were now focused on them, including Dr. Mors. He didn't want to put her under the spotlight, "Maybe we can catch up after the game?", he suddenly asked.

Before Liberty could respond, Dr. Mors cleared her throat cutting their conversation short and reminding Liberty of the work at hand, "Focus Liberty. We still have the whole locker room to check..."

She scratched her head and smiled, "Sorry Doc.", she turned to Jason, "Sorry...but work-"

"We will catch up after the match-", he whispered with a smile, perfectly hiding the excitement in his voice. He's been wishing to see her again and now they get to meet like this. 

Liberty cruised through the room effortlessly after talking to Jason. She was pleased to see a familiar face in such an environment, especially lately because her heart had been longing for home. Dr. Mors was impressed by what she managed to do now that her head was in the game, "I guess that's all of them. Now we move over to the field and wait for the game to officially begin.",

Liberty nodded enthusiastically, "Yes Dr.", she grabbed her kit and then flashed a smile to the entire team, "Good luck out there guys!", her eyes landed on Jason who seemed visibly smitten with her. She waved shyly before following her mentor to the open field.

She sat on the sidelines and watched the line of players make their way to the centre causing the entire stadium to fall to a state of cheers - it was refreshing and thrilling. People were clapping and singing, forcing even anti-fans of the game into the cheer spirit. 

"Wow!", she exclaimed, 

"Amazing right...", Dr. Mors chipped in seeing the surprise on her face.

Unlike when she was wearing the orange T-shirt, her new work attire left her feeling liberated. The cheers were a direct representation of the joy she felt inside. Even with the assignments and exams, she woke up every day feeling renewed. She was finally where she was meant to be.

Minutes into the game, Dr. Mors suddenly tapped her shoulder, "I am sorry Liberty, but we need to head to the hospital.", Liberty looked concerned about leaving so soon, who was going to take care of the players, as if reading her mind, Dr. Mors chuckled, "Don't worry, Dr. Nelson and his team are already here...let's go.", 

Liberty ran her eyes on the entire field one more time, to take it all in - a moment she would never forget. As she walked away, she couldn't help but wonder if every assignment was going to give the same feeling she felt - exhilaration and alive.

"Don't worry, this is only the beginning.", Dr. Mors suddenly said, "You will get to work with all sorts of people and in all sorts of places. Each with its unique excitement.", she nodded. She couldn't wait.

The hospital lobby was bustling with people, some visitors and some patients. It was the chaos she was used to. They took the elevator to the physiotherapy wing - which, unlike the main lobby, was a bit calmer and the people were mostly here for their physios, but despite that, most of their patients always looked gloomy and it was up to them to put their minds at ease - that was something Dr. Mors told her.

"We might not be healing cancer or patching up open wounds - but what we are doing, is restoring hope and building a new world for our patients. Most of them were normal folks who lost everything they deemed normal overnight - and we are here to help them make peace with the new normal. If we can't restore it - we will build it."

She walked to the hospital with her head held high, thanks to Dr Mors's words. She suddenly had a purpose. She followed her to a private therapy centre where a familiar face was waiting for them in a wheelchair. 

"Jesse, I was told you wanted to see me ASAP, Is something wrong?", Jesse's ability to walk was taken away by a car accident, and not only did it steal her ability to walk, but it took her away from her dream of being a gymnast.

"Stop there! Just stop there...", she yelled halting them in their tracks and panic instantly haunted them. They knew how heavy of burden this entire journey had been for her, "Jesse, are you okay-"

Their words and panic were suddenly swallowed by the iconic picture in front of them. Jesse was standing on her own leaving them gasping in disbelief. She smiled and took three steps forward before falling back to the hands of the nurse who was by her side, "I can walk Dr. Mors", she said with eyes filled with tears, "I can stand...I can walk"

They both excitedly rushed to her, "Great job Jesse...all your hard work is paying off..", Dr. Mors turned to Liberty who was sniffling next to her, "Why are you crying?? Go clean your face...", she barked at her making Jesse laugh and Liberty unwillingly dragged her feet to the washroom.

She finally understood her mentor's words - it was a special feeling indeed. On her way back from the washroom, she was suddenly fazed by the commotion that erupted at the physio waiting area. They have never had to deal with such except when the patient was a public figure.

"Is it a celebrity?", she wondered to herself, "and where the hell is security? I thought the private entrance was locked?,". Her anger skyrocketed the moment she saw the cameras and journalists harassing the staff making it even more chaotic, "How did they even get through the gate??".