08-15-2018, 12:45 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]While the the doctor's gorgeous, glittering office might appear to be a magical place representative of being at the top of medical hierarchy, it really is just four walls and desk with space to fill out paperwork. It is not even the woman's own office, either. Doctor Arceneau is a pediatric surgeon, so she spends a majority of her time taking care of infants, assisting in births, and addressing all other concerns regarding pregnancies and children. The cause for her presence is that she offered to take up duties within hospice care while the doctor who usually works here is out on maternity leave. For the most part, the job is not a difficult one, though Imperia remembers now why she chose to work in an area specialized in bringing new lives into the world. Hospice is a place where people go to die.
Tired grey eyes, pale as silver, glance up at the clock on the far wall. It's only 3:00 am. Doctor Arceneau cannot go home until her twenty-four hour shift ends.
The woman is exhausted, but she knows that she would not be able to sleep even if she tried. But she is bored of sitting in someone else's desk and she finished all the paperwork hours ago. A soft sigh escapes rosy lips as the woman pushes herself to her feet, the wheels of the ancient rolling chair squeaking in protest. For all the hospital's bragging about possessing the latest, cutting-edge technology, it would really do the place some good to invest in more comfortable seating options. Then again, most medical staff spend their days on their feet, moving and working themselves to the point of exhaustion where even the floor seems comfortable.
A faint hum emanates from the woman. Not a recognizable tune, for it is more of a manifestation of her brain's idle boredom, but it is lovely all the same. Long, black hair the color of nighttime escapes from Doctor Arceneau's ponytail in whispy strands as she silently walks down the empty corridor. Few staff remain at this time of night, save for the handful of nurses on the night shift monitoring the patients. Imperia is unsure of where she is headed, but she would not mind bumping into that handsome nurse from earlier. He goes by Moon, though the doctor sometimes wonders if it is a nickname or not. It does not matter, of course. She is simply curious.
And then she sees him. With high cheekbones and gentle brown eyes, the nurse is a soft sight for sore eyes. Even with his lean, wiry form, there is something magnetic about him. Not that Peri ever displayed her interest, of course. While it is not against the rules to get in a relationship with the nursing staff, the woman is professional enough to respect the boundaries set aside by taboo. Doesn't mean they can't chat, however. "What are you thinking about?" asks the beautiful woman as she casually leans up against the nearest wall, lightly accented voice a soft whisper. A faint smile graces her lips as she gazes upon Moon; tired yet intrigued.
Tired grey eyes, pale as silver, glance up at the clock on the far wall. It's only 3:00 am. Doctor Arceneau cannot go home until her twenty-four hour shift ends.
The woman is exhausted, but she knows that she would not be able to sleep even if she tried. But she is bored of sitting in someone else's desk and she finished all the paperwork hours ago. A soft sigh escapes rosy lips as the woman pushes herself to her feet, the wheels of the ancient rolling chair squeaking in protest. For all the hospital's bragging about possessing the latest, cutting-edge technology, it would really do the place some good to invest in more comfortable seating options. Then again, most medical staff spend their days on their feet, moving and working themselves to the point of exhaustion where even the floor seems comfortable.
A faint hum emanates from the woman. Not a recognizable tune, for it is more of a manifestation of her brain's idle boredom, but it is lovely all the same. Long, black hair the color of nighttime escapes from Doctor Arceneau's ponytail in whispy strands as she silently walks down the empty corridor. Few staff remain at this time of night, save for the handful of nurses on the night shift monitoring the patients. Imperia is unsure of where she is headed, but she would not mind bumping into that handsome nurse from earlier. He goes by Moon, though the doctor sometimes wonders if it is a nickname or not. It does not matter, of course. She is simply curious.
And then she sees him. With high cheekbones and gentle brown eyes, the nurse is a soft sight for sore eyes. Even with his lean, wiry form, there is something magnetic about him. Not that Peri ever displayed her interest, of course. While it is not against the rules to get in a relationship with the nursing staff, the woman is professional enough to respect the boundaries set aside by taboo. Doesn't mean they can't chat, however. "What are you thinking about?" asks the beautiful woman as she casually leans up against the nearest wall, lightly accented voice a soft whisper. A faint smile graces her lips as she gazes upon Moon; tired yet intrigued.