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 Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 2:54 pm
Heaving the stack of clipboards onto the desk, Sircha twisted around the corner of the desk to let another nurse go by. The waiting room was a roar of voices clamoring over each other, multi-colored scrubs weaving in between the mass of bodies. A incoherent shout of voices behind her, and Sircha was one of three that immediately hugged the counter as a speeding stretcher squealed by, pulled along by a doctor and two nurses. A slam of the surgery ward swinging doors and they were gone again.
Focusing on her own copious tasks, she stood on her tip toes to see Mary, a doddering old nurse in pale pink scrubs, weaving her way towards the waiting desk. Using her hip, she pulled the stack of clipboards upright and pulled out three, Mary's next patients. Setting them up on the counter, she elaborately pointed to them, nodding when Mary gave a thumbs up as she continued to push closer. Two more clipboards came out, marked to stay at the front desk, leaving five more for herself. Normally, she'd be spitting at such a load, but a volunteer was shadowing her today, and she fully intended to put the extra pair of hands to good use.
Up on her tiptoes again, she scanned the crowd for the young girl, finally spotting the mass of curly hair. Alexa. Alyssa. Alessa, that was it. A quiet thing, and a bit young for some of the work that came in, necessitating some censorship when it came to divvying out the patients. Which was just fine with her, Sircha acknowledged, pushing towards the curly hair that bobbed in and out of sight. Sircha had enough blood and gore to keep her up at night, she welcomed any respite from it.
Finally reaching Alessa, Sircha held the clipboards in one arm against her hip, and reached out to grab the younger girl's elbow.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 4:18 am
It was an agitated afternoon at the hospital today. Not that it was particularly weird, all things considered; at this time of the day, you couldn't find much worse anywhere else in terms of noise and panic. Excepted when monsters were involved, but that was a given. Destiny City's hospital wasn't so bad off, despite its geographic situation in an area plagued by mysterious accidents and attacks.
An emergency was still an emergency. Alessa was well-aware of this, having been a patient herself twice. It never detracted her in the slightest from her desire to become a nurse. She still was her reliable self, clumsy when she wasn't fully focused on a task, as the staff here would have already noticed.
While she was watching the rest of the waiting room, distracted, Sircha touched her elbow. She'd been looking the other way, so it was to be expected she'd be surprised and jump. She turned, the slight shock on her face dissipating quickly. "Oh! Oh, it's you, Miss Doherty! I'm sorry, I was daydreaming", she apologized. "How are you?"
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