Emily Johnson's Flavors
WorkingEmily let out a long sigh when she returned to the nurse's station. One of the healers had dumped an entire stack of charts and papers on the desk, no note no requests....nothing. "See," she growled angrily as she stared at the papers, "This is why I hate my job sometimes. Young, incompetent healers just thinking that they can throw their things here and expect us to do all the work--babysitting them, putting them up, figuring out where they go." It was a tired rant, but it wasn't one she was willing to give up. She looked down the long corridors, hoping to catch a glimpse of lime green so she could give the culprit a piece of her mind. Urgh, bullocks. Thank Merlin she'd have the chance to talk to the Chief Healer about this, otherwise she'd go bloody insane.
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