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Post by sugar sweet on Aug 21, 2011 14:08:25 GMT -5
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Sugar carefully turned the page of her better homes and gardens magazine. She wasn’t a subscriber but it was one of the ones that sat in the waiting room she’d been assigned to. Her elbow rested on the table, cupping her chin in her hand. In front of her sat a half-eaten turkey wrap and lettuce wrap. It’d been sitting in the cooler for a while and the lettuce was wilted. But it was food. Beside it sat a can of red bull. She paused in her reading and her jaw dropped as she yawned. It was about one in the morning and her break had just started. Sugar didn’t like working the night shift. At least she didn’t have school the next day and could sleep in. She didn’t like sleeping through the day. It was a waste of perfectly good daylight. She needed to clean her apartment. Maybe she’s just drink another red bull and work through it. A picture in her magazine caught her attention and she lifted the magazine up to get a better look and drew her legs up under her, sitting Indian style at the booth. The picture was of a room arrangement and her brain started to go over how she could make her bedroom look like that. It wasn’t impossible but she’d have to make a few adjustments. Focused on her magazine, she didn’t notice someone walking up to her. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ [/blockquote][/blockquote] Muse:Very Good Tag:Open [/size]
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Post by holden jude nottingham on Aug 21, 2011 21:20:31 GMT -5
-----------------------Holden dragged a hand over his face, exhausted as he threw away his cup of coffee. He was currently working on his third sixteen hour shift, this week, and he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take, because the 7 hours of sleep he had been surviving off of the past few days were just not cutting it, and it was starting to affect his work. He looked down at his watch and smiled a little bit. It was a few minutes before one, and that meant break time. He had just enough time to take an hour long nap, or to eat for 30 minutes, and nap for the remaining half hour, before he had to work again. The only thing he had eaten the past few days, was a stale bagel, a spoonful of cheerios, and 3 pop tarts. He was almost as malnourished as some of his patients. Not that he would ever admit to that. He waged a battle with himself for a few seconds, and then his stomach gurgled deciding for him. He would eat and then sleep.
He made his way into the cafeteria and got himself a toasted turkey sandwich, and grabbed himself another cup of coffee and looked around the cafeteria. It wasn’t exactly full, but it wasn’t empty either. Holden ended up sitting himself down, at the table next to a blonde nurse, he had seen around the hospital many times before.
He set his elbows on the table and placed his head in his hands, letting out a deep sigh. It had been really stressful these past couple days at the hospital, and in his life. He currently had 4 patients in the icu, one of which was barely 15 years old, one of his long time patients had didn’t make it out of surgery, and to top it all off, his grandfather called him the other day saying he wanted to talk. He really didn’t need this kind of drama in his life right now. But apparently life didn’t care. He opened his eyes letting out another deep sigh before going back to his food.
Try as he might Holden could seem to allow his mind to focus on the work in front of him. It kept wandering to the problems of the state. There was just too many issues to deal with and more seemed to be appearing every day. It was all starting becoming too much for him. He ran a hand through his hair, and let out another sigh, feeling a headache coming on. He looked up from his food, and realized he didn’t have any napkins, looking over to the table beside his, “Excuse me…” he asked the blonde nurse, with a small smile, “would you mind passing me some napkins please.”
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tagged: sugar notes: not my best sorry bout that outfit: ...i'll make it later
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Post by sugar sweet on Aug 21, 2011 21:45:28 GMT -5
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The person that approached was a man Sugar remembered seeing. In fact she remembered processing a few charts and bringing them to him personally sometime back. She doubted he’d even noticed though. The doctors never seemed to notice the clerks. They hardly ever gave the nurses a second look. She didn’t blame them. The doctors were all in all hard workers and many of them worked around the clock on barely a wink of sleep. She didn’t know how they went on like that. While the man took a seat near her Sugar watched him over the top of her magazine. It was Doctor Nottingham. Sugar couldn’t help but think of robin hood when she thought of his name. It sounded kind of silly to her. But then again she really couldn’t talk about silly names. Earlier that days a few of the other women in the nurses station were talking about which doctors they wouldn’t make slipping into the nurses closet for some private time, and Dr. Nottingham was definitely one of the top picks. Sugar wouldn’t say who her personal choice was. Not at least to the other women she worked with. She watched the way the doctor held his head in his hands and guessed he wasn’t exactly having the perfect day. Then again they were in a hospital. Who had a perfect day in a hospital? Just before Sugar was about to go back to her magazine she heard the doctor speak to her and she lowered it slightly, meeting his eyes. “Excuse me…would you mind passing me some napkins please.” His smile was cute and it prompted one to appear on her lips. ”Oh sure.” She said. Even in just stating those two words it was pretty apparent that she wasn’t from around there. Born and raised in Alabama the accent just kind of came with the territory. She quickly reached for the napkin holder. It was the kind of holder that didn’t want to give up it’s napkins and on the first tug she ended up with a tiny torn off piece. She frowned and tried again and this time she ended up with only the middle of the napkin while the edges remained lodged in the sides. Giving a short, frustrated huff through her nose she reached out with her other hand and placed it on top of the dispenser and worked at prying out a few of the paper napkins. When they gave way she ended up with all the napkins. For a second she merely blinked at the handful of napkins and then looked at the empty holder. She resisted the urge to not tell it how dumb it was at the risk of someone thinking she was an escaped patient from the mental ward. Acting like it was a perfectly normal thing, she held out the large stack of napkins to the doctor and gave him a smile that said: Yes. I am handing you a ridiculously large stack of napkin. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ [/blockquote][/blockquote] Words: 502 Muse: Excellent Tag: Holden [/size]
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