Gotham City Central Hospital, late evening. [Open to buddy]
Sept 21, 2013 17:21:13 GMT
Post by Angela Hall on Sept 21, 2013 17:21:13 GMT
”Doctor Hyan to room 23, Doctor Hyan to room 23.”
The echo of a feminine voice ran through the halls, these little messages kept being spewed every now and again, calling different persons to different situations, they were rather usual at the infirmary ward on Gotham City Central Hospital, the largest hospital in the city, and on this hospital there was no such thing as a peaceful night.
One thing Angela had long since learned was that apparently everyone in Gotham seemed to like shooting or stabbing or killing everyone else in this city.
Or that was at least the idea she had found yet again on her now seventh hour of her nine hour shift, and the likeliness of her having to take another ten or eleventh hour shift was high, the doctors in this city was hard worked and stressed, sure the pay was good, but it didn’t make up for the lack of sleep.
She felt a tad better now having snuck herself to a cup of coffee and a chocolate bar half an hour ago, normally she didn’t indulge in sweets, but these late night shifts got to her.
Usually they did rounds at who took the hard weekend late night shifts, but Angela always ended up taking one too many than she could handle, she couldn’t stop herself, she hated to admit it but she enjoyed seeing her name on that list, seeing how much responsibility she took.
Beside she wanted a new car this year and had already spend some of her savings on a new wardrobe, she needed the money.
Making her way down the hall she moved gently to the side allowing a bed to be rolled past, the sheets was colored crimson red and someone was screaming, either the person in the bed or the person running next to it tears screaming down his…hers? Now his face, Angela didn’t take notice, it wasn’t her case, she had elsewhere to be, other things to attend to.
She was forming a headache, could be too much coffee, it was too late to pop a pill for that, beside she hated popping pills, reminded her of weakness, someone who couldn’t handle the pain, someone who had to rely on painkillers, it was ironic, she who gave them away as if they were sugar drops at this hospital, disliked taking them herself, Angela wasn’t sure she liked the irony in that, these late nights got her thinking of things she didn’t want to be thinking.
Making her way down a small hall, the screaming was only a echo now and some other messages was being broadcasted amongst the halls, something about a car with its lights on, some people really had to get their mind into the game if they left a car with its lights on in the middle of Gotham.
She stepped into a small white room, it had a window pointing toward a street, they were on one of the higher floors, you could see some of the city lights from here, sparkling in the night, Angela had gotten so used to them that she barely noticed the beauty of the city anymore, it was forgotten in the back of her mind.
A nurse handed her a journal, the green wrapping around the papers reminded her that she was out of spinach before she opened it to take a quick look at the patients name, usually they had more time to prepare but it had been an especially busy night, something about a car accident, or maybe one of those bastards who enjoyed making others suffer was out in the city tonight.
She looked up from the journal, the petite Chinese woman already had a smile plastered on her face, her brown eyes slightly drawn together, tired yet kind, her hair immaculately put, she checked it when she moved past the windows ten minutes ago, you wouldn’t have known she was nearing the end of her work shift, her uniform was clean and yet again immaculately put, the sign with her name seemed to shine against the white uniform, her pocket over the name tag filled with pens, a scissor, a small notebook, on the larger pocket in the doctor coat she had a stethoscope, to diminish the spread of bacteria they each had their own, she hated it when people took hers.
She turned her eyes toward the patient as she moved past the curtain blocking the patient from view for the door, in these busy days when they hardly had time to close the door they at least tried to give the notion they valued their patients privacy.
The nurse followed after her, she didn’t remember the nurses name and sneaked a look at the girls tag, Nancy, Nancy Jenkins, she was sure they had met before but she didn’t bother try and remember it.
The echo of a feminine voice ran through the halls, these little messages kept being spewed every now and again, calling different persons to different situations, they were rather usual at the infirmary ward on Gotham City Central Hospital, the largest hospital in the city, and on this hospital there was no such thing as a peaceful night.
One thing Angela had long since learned was that apparently everyone in Gotham seemed to like shooting or stabbing or killing everyone else in this city.
Or that was at least the idea she had found yet again on her now seventh hour of her nine hour shift, and the likeliness of her having to take another ten or eleventh hour shift was high, the doctors in this city was hard worked and stressed, sure the pay was good, but it didn’t make up for the lack of sleep.
She felt a tad better now having snuck herself to a cup of coffee and a chocolate bar half an hour ago, normally she didn’t indulge in sweets, but these late night shifts got to her.
Usually they did rounds at who took the hard weekend late night shifts, but Angela always ended up taking one too many than she could handle, she couldn’t stop herself, she hated to admit it but she enjoyed seeing her name on that list, seeing how much responsibility she took.
Beside she wanted a new car this year and had already spend some of her savings on a new wardrobe, she needed the money.
Making her way down the hall she moved gently to the side allowing a bed to be rolled past, the sheets was colored crimson red and someone was screaming, either the person in the bed or the person running next to it tears screaming down his…hers? Now his face, Angela didn’t take notice, it wasn’t her case, she had elsewhere to be, other things to attend to.
She was forming a headache, could be too much coffee, it was too late to pop a pill for that, beside she hated popping pills, reminded her of weakness, someone who couldn’t handle the pain, someone who had to rely on painkillers, it was ironic, she who gave them away as if they were sugar drops at this hospital, disliked taking them herself, Angela wasn’t sure she liked the irony in that, these late nights got her thinking of things she didn’t want to be thinking.
Making her way down a small hall, the screaming was only a echo now and some other messages was being broadcasted amongst the halls, something about a car with its lights on, some people really had to get their mind into the game if they left a car with its lights on in the middle of Gotham.
She stepped into a small white room, it had a window pointing toward a street, they were on one of the higher floors, you could see some of the city lights from here, sparkling in the night, Angela had gotten so used to them that she barely noticed the beauty of the city anymore, it was forgotten in the back of her mind.
A nurse handed her a journal, the green wrapping around the papers reminded her that she was out of spinach before she opened it to take a quick look at the patients name, usually they had more time to prepare but it had been an especially busy night, something about a car accident, or maybe one of those bastards who enjoyed making others suffer was out in the city tonight.
She looked up from the journal, the petite Chinese woman already had a smile plastered on her face, her brown eyes slightly drawn together, tired yet kind, her hair immaculately put, she checked it when she moved past the windows ten minutes ago, you wouldn’t have known she was nearing the end of her work shift, her uniform was clean and yet again immaculately put, the sign with her name seemed to shine against the white uniform, her pocket over the name tag filled with pens, a scissor, a small notebook, on the larger pocket in the doctor coat she had a stethoscope, to diminish the spread of bacteria they each had their own, she hated it when people took hers.
She turned her eyes toward the patient as she moved past the curtain blocking the patient from view for the door, in these busy days when they hardly had time to close the door they at least tried to give the notion they valued their patients privacy.
The nurse followed after her, she didn’t remember the nurses name and sneaked a look at the girls tag, Nancy, Nancy Jenkins, she was sure they had met before but she didn’t bother try and remember it.
