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 FxF  Mystery  Romance  Supernatural  Closed  One x One RP Garmsby Hospital - Greye&Siraye

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  1. Greye

    Greye Old Soul Member

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    This is a onexone roleplay soley between Greye and siraye. If you are not one of us, please do not post here!
     
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    Character Biography
    [​IMG][​IMG]Greer Turner
    Age: 28


    Occupation: Paramedic/Trauma Nurse

    Likes: Dogs, cats, reading, light hiking, hot chocolate, black coffee, snow

    Dislikes: Rain, spicy food, cleaning, cooking

    Bio: Greer was born and mostly raised in Dundee, with a stint in Glasgow and later London for medical training. She’d followed her father into medicine, though rather than studying to become a surgeon (as he wanted), she became a paramedic. She loved going out on calls and serving as a first responder, even if the pay wasn’t as great. After her father died, however, she started picking up extra classes and went back to train as a nurse. She chose to work in the ER as that was the most familiar to her after her paramedic training. The extra money was helpful in supporting her mom. Her mother hadn’t been able to survive long without her father, however, and Greer found herself on her own. She didn’t have a lot of friends in the city, having spent so much time looking after her mom, and the longer she stayed on at the hospital, the more melancholy she became.

    So Greer started half-heartedly looking at job postings, and found herself suddenly drawn to a posting for a paramedic’s position in Garmsby, England. She’d have to leave Scotland, but as she stared at the name of the town she suddenly recognized it as where her mother’s family was from. She had even been there, once or twice, as a small child, she remembered. And it would be nice to go back to the work of a paramedic – away somewhat from the hustle and drama of the hospital, and the city. So, Greer applied and was accepted. She sold her mother’s house and few belongings, keeping a couple of items for herself, and bought a small cottage in Garmsby, with just a bit of land that looked like she may be able to grow a few vegetables on it. She moved without looking back, and hoping she might find waht she needed in her new home.
     
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    Greer carefully unpacked the last box from her move, and set about putting the dishes away in the cabinet in her kitchen. She'd purchased a small, two bedroom cottage. It wasn't much, really, and still needed some fixing up. The stone facade outside was crumbling, and there were areas where damp had gotten to the walls and floor inside - she would need to replace those sections. Eventually the house would need to be rewired, and she had her fair share of vermin she'd been working on dealing with. But she'd gotten the house and the land for an extremely reasonable price - she certainly couldn't afford anything more at the moment, even with the sale of her mother's house. Most of that went to cover costs her mother had incurred while still alive, not that she blamed her for that.

    Breaking down the box and looking around, Greer allowed herself a smile. Well, she'd managed to turn this place into something resembling a home at last. There was a squashy, soft couch in the living room in front of the fireplace, one bookcase filled with books, her kitchen was stocked, and her bedroom furnished. A painting her mom had done of the Scottish highlands hung above the mantle, and Greer let herself feel a moment of pride for what she had accomplished in the past couple weeks. It was finally starting to feel like home. Her home.


    And then reality set back in. Yes, her home might be coming along. But her job? That was another matter. She had a shift today, and she planned this time on finally straightening out what had happened. She'd applied for the paramedic position - she knew for sure she had - but somehow in the shuffle of hospital procdeural training, employment paperwork, and everything else that came with starting a new job, Greer had found herself shuffled into the geriatric care unit. For a relatively small hospital (comparitavely), Greer could believe how hard it seemed to be to get herself transferred back to the job she'd originally applied for in the first place. When she'd asked her floor's head nurse about it, the response she received was a deadpan "Well you're a trained nurse, aren't you?" And that was all.

    Greer wouldn't have minded if they'd put her in the ER - that was what she was trained for, after all, and she could understand if they'd been short staffed and looked over her credentials and decided to place her there. But never had Greer worked in a long-term care unit, and it wasn't something she was particularly interested in. Resolute, she got herself changed into a dark colored set of scrubs, tied her hair back and grabbed her hospital badge. Today was the day, and this was the shift. She was going to get this figured out once and for all!
     
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    [​IMG] Riane O'Mally
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    Her mother thought the move was too dramatic, but when Riane felt like being dramatic, she could be. It was hard not to be upset after getting dumped four days before the wedding. Shouldn't her mother know that acting dramatic was the last thing on her daughter's mind? Sure, perhaps she probably shouldn't have slashed his tires. But it wasn't even that big of a deal. She was out of town before he realized what she'd done. He deserved it.

    She packed up her belongings and her dog, and abandoned ship. She didn't even tell her family that she had moved away until a week after she had left. Needless to say, the O'Mally family was rolling their eyes harder now than ever before. Riane fled to Garmsby of all places. She wanted to be somewhere her ex would never think of visiting, and for the first day or two, her small, ground level apartment served as a cave in which she drank her problems and snuggled her beagle. In fact, she was quite glad she didn't have nosy neighbors, and no one had shown up on her doorstep with any housewarming presents. That was fine.

    Riane worked from home for several months. Her skills allowed her to freelance and set her own schedule. But it wasn't bringing in much, and it was proving difficult to support her less desirable habit. The work would have been plenty if she did more of it. And soon, she was forced to find something else to do.She actually had to go to bed at a decent hour and avoid getting drinking her life away every night. If she showed up to work with a noticable hangover, she'd likely be cut off.

    She hadn't even been working at the hospital for a week when it happened. The office was quiet almost all the time. People left her alone, so the risk of getting caught dozing at her desk was minimal. She didn't care if her co-workers ignored her, it was less of a headache that way. But one day, she walked into the bathroom only to witness something that made her absolutely sure she was losing her mind. One of the nurses was freshening up, and so were about twenty or so snakes. They were all sprouted from her head and wriggling about, smelling the air with their tongues and just resting on this woman's shoulders. When Riane was caught, the woman looked at her as if it were normal to have snakes-for-hair, and gave her a little smirk.


    "Go ahead, tell someone. They won't believe you."

    The nurse proceded to pick up her hijab and tame her snakes back before putting it back on. And then, she looked completely normal. She walked past Riane with a spring in her step and left the bathroom.

    Riane went home early that day. And stayed home for several days. Until her supervisor told her that she'd be terminated if she no-showed again. So she was forced to return to work today. Riane dragged her feet to her cubicle and hunched over her desk. She just hoped she wasn't actually losing her mind.
     
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    Greer shrugged into her jacket and buckled her helmet as she settled onto her small motorbike and headed into work. The bike had been a gift from her father years ago, and she hadn't had the heart to sell it when she moved. So, after driving her things down in her mom's old car, she'd taken the train back north to ride the bike down. It had been a lovely ride. Riding was about the only thing she'd found solace in after her mother died, and she was glad to have it to keep her from other habits she might have developed. The only saving grace was that her mother had been dying a long time - it wasn't a shock. Still, she was glad to have some outlet.

    Especially now when her new job really wasn't shaping up as she'd imagined.


    Pulling into the hospital lot, she took a calming breath before walking into the building. To keep herself from the overwhelming frustration mounting, she counted her steps and focused all of her attention on getting to the locker room and putting away her things. Next, she reported to the head nurse on her floor. When she found her, a mountain of a woman named Portia, she took another calming breath and approached her with all the confidence she could. Greer was not a short woman, by English standards. In fact, she figured she was rather tall in many circles. But Portia was a head taller than she, and twice as wide. She knew from observing her superior at work that she was very strong, and far more dexterous than she appeared. But all of that paled in comparison to the woman's pale, ice blue eyes - they were fierce and could pierce you with a look.

    Greer knew that sometimes as a nurse, it was important to don a no-nonsense facade, but Portia brought that to a whole new level. Today, however, Greer was ready for it. Determination lit her brown eyes, and she set her shoulders as if she were off to do battle. "Portia!" She called, gaining the other woman's attention. "I wanted to talk to you about -"

    Before Greer could finish, her superior bore down on her and swiftly cut her off. "We aren't paid to gossip, Nurse Turner, and I would certainly appreciate you referring to me as 'Nurse Newbury', from now on. We must remain professional."

    Greer's mouth hung open for a moment, before she quickly recovered. "My apologies, Nurse Newbury, if we could just discuss-" Portia clapped her hands abruptly, cutting Greer off again.

    "Nurse Turner, your rounds for the day are at the nurse's station, please see to it that you get to work immediately. I've added to your docket today Room 317, Mrs. Carroway. If your shifts goes smoothly, I am sure you can find me later." With surprising speed, Nurse Newbury disappeared into the hospital.

    Greer shook her head angrily. "If you would only listen!" She muttered under her breath. Marching over to the nurse's station, she grabbed the clipboard with her name on it, and scanned her patients. Most of them were long-term coma patients, and her job largely consisted of changing IVs, cleaning bed pans, and turning the patients so that they would not get bed sores. Another day of this, she thought bitterly. These jobs were certainly important, she knew, and she was being paid far more than the average paramedic, but this wasn't what she'd come here to do. She'd never worked somewhere that seemed so hellbent on miscommunication.

    Nothing for it for now, she knew. Best get to work. It wasn't her patients' fault after all that she wasn't supposed to be on this unit. Maybe she could sneak off and find HR or someone, anyone, who could help her out of this mess.
     
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    Most everything was going normally. No sign of Snake-Hair yet this morning. Riane rubbed her temples as she browsed through her inbox. Update this, fix that, file this, systems maintenence date reminder, the usual. It didn't help that she had a minor hangover. Fortunately, she didn't have to interract with anyone to do her job. But it wasn't always solo work. Sometimes she wished she'd stayed a freelancer so she could stay in bed until she felt better. She found herself closing her eyes and blanking out occasionally. Her work day had only advanced twenty minutes, but it felt like it had been hours. And it wasn't like she could just sleep this off tonight. It was only Tuesday.

    She really needed caffine.

    Riane fixed her cardigan to make sure this morning's yogurt stain on her dress shirt was covered up before she stood and left her cubicle. People usually avoid her anyway, so slipping out for a little bit would go unnoticed. Hopefully. She left the office space into one of the back halls, and then made her way to the closest break room which was like a waypoint between the offices and one of the floor's clinic hallways.

    But when she made it to the door, Snake-Hair came out, and Riane's face paled. She immidiately glanced away, but instead of grinning evilly or laughing, or doing anything Riane expected her to do, she just gave a friendly smile.

    "They keep the strong stuff on the top shelf," the nurse whispered, "Oh, and get yourself some water, too. You look like you had a rough night." And with that, she left Riane standing there with a blank, thousand yard stare on her face. Riane shook her head and glanced over her shoulder at the woman, and she swore she saw her head scarf move.

    "Jesus-" Riane muttered, shoving her way into the empty breakroom. Somehow, the nurse's advice made her feel even worse. But she still decided to check the top shelf for any good k-cups and grabbed a disposable water bottle from the fridge.
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    Riane trudged back down the hall, letting herself slouch when no one else was around. Her mind was restless, but her demeanor definitely didn't match it. She continued back in the direction of the offices absentmindedly and somewhat briskly, not really paying attention to where she was stepping. So when she turned the corner, she didn't realize someone was coming the opposite direction. Hot coffee that was once in the cheap paper cup, was now a part of her outfit.

    Riane had to keep herself from blurting some explative as the piping liquid seared her skin and soaked the front of her clothes. It was definitely a wake-up call, though. She hastily looked toward the other person. It was another nurse, though this time it was someone she knew. Well, someone she knew the name of. Someone she had made small talk with in the break room once or twice.

    "Greer?! Uh, Shi- crap-" She realized that some, fortunately not as much, coffee had splashed onto the nurse's scrubs and onto her clipboard. Which probably had important papers held to it. "God..." Riane's initial guilt and shock quickly morphed into rather obvious annoyance and irritation. Of course, she wasn't upset with Greer, but with herself. Though it might not have come across that way.
     
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  7. Greye

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    Greer had gotten a good start on her rounds when she found herself delayed by Mrs. Carroway - the first patient she'd had here that wasn't either comatose or completely non-verbal. In fact, she was a breath of fresh air. Mrs. Carroway had instantly called out to her as she entered the room, calling her,

    "Minnie! Oh Minnie, I can't believe -" She stopped at the puzzled look on Greer's face, and peered closer at her. "Oh, I'm sorry dear, you just remind me so of an old friend! But I remember now, she's passed on."


    Greer smiled, "That's totally alright. My name is Greer, and I'll be taking care of you today." She spent some time going over with Mrs. Carroway how her meds were going, and was she having any pain - she'd just had a hip replacement. As she worked, however, something nagged at the back of her mind. Finally she asked, "Mrs. Carroway? When you called me 'Minnie'..."

    The old woman's eyes flashed for a moment, and Greer could have sworn she'd seen them reflect the light in the room like an animal. "Yes, I am sorry about that. Minnie, or Minerva, was my friend years and years ago. She lived right here in town, and I'd often go and visit her just to see what she was cooking up that day! She was forever whipping up all kinds of brews, and you never knew what you might find!" Her eyes grew misty a moment. "It was a shame to lose her so long ago, but it's still good to remember those we loved."

    Greer stared at her. "Would Minerva's last name, by any chance, have been Chadwick?"

    A frown twitched across Mrs. Carroway's brow as she thought, "Why yes, her married name, anyway. How did you know that?"

    "Your Minnie was my grandma," Greer said, and she felt finally like perhaps her decision to come here hadn't all been in vain. She hadn't met anyone yet who'd known her grandparents - but the simple fact was that no one really spoke to her. Oh sure, everyone was perfectly polite or professinal, but their eyes were vacant, guarded, and wary - their smiles forced. It was the oddest sensation, as if everyone in this town was in some secret club, and she wasn't invited.

    Mrs. Carroway's eyes widened. "Oh, my dear! Well, that certainly explains the resemblance!" Greer tentatively asked if perhaps later Mrs. Carroway could tell her a bit about what she remembered about her grandma, and the woman immediately agreed.

    "I would stay here and listen now, but I have to finish my rounds. I'll come back as soon as I'm done!" Mrs. Carroway patted her hand warmly as Greer finished filling out her chart.

    "I look forward to it; it's not like I'm going anywhere after all!" They shared a laugh, and Greer left her room.

    For the first time since entering the hospital, Greer felt hopeful. Maybe Mrs. Carroway was the rason she'd wound up in the geriatric care unit. She couldn't wait to go back and talk to her. She frowned as she walked, and looked down at her clipboard absently. What was it she'd said? That her grandma was always cooking? She didn't remember her grandma liking to cook --

    Greer was jolted to awareness when she literally knocked into someone. She hissed as hot coffee splashed across her clipboard and a little got her hands. Her eyes sought the culprit. "Riane?" She questioned, the woman's name rising to her mind. She'd met her once or twice, and thought she worked in IT. Her gazed snagged on the woman's clothes and noted with a wince that most of the coffee had ended up there. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "I wasn't looking where I was going."

    The papers on the clipboard would need to be replaced, but fortunately that was just a quick trip to the nurse's station, and she always had at least one spare set of scrubs. "Are you okay? That coffee was hot." She wasn't sure if Riane was upset from her tone. She rather hoped not. Riane was the only person she'd met so far who met her eyes and didn't seem to be faking every interaction - at least, before Mrs. Carroway. "I can find you some scrubs, if you want? We could step into the breakroom?"
     
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    Riane felt a little guilty when Greer took the fault. That wasn't what she- nevermind. At least she could keep stalling. She didn't have much desire to get back to work. "Sure, yeah," she looked down at the floor to see how much of a spill she'd need to clean up. But for reasons completely beyond her, there wasn't a single drop of coffee on the pristine white tiles. That didn't seem right. Riane blinked as if she were trying to focus her eyes. Could she just not see it?

    "Er- breakroom," she said, as if to remind herself what what she needed to do. Both of them shuffled to the breakroom. Riane used a few moments to sop up any excess coffee from her clothes, pulling paper towel after paper towel out of the dispenser. Normally, people would just laugh off such a mistake. But it seemed that this had irritated Riane considerably. She cleaned herself up, all the while sighing and being a little too harsh while throwing the paper towels in the bin. "Snakes for hair, then this shit. what's next, is a fucking dragon going to burn down my apartment building?" she muttered quietly. It was like she forgot there was another person in the room with her. It wasn't even Greer's fault for her perpetual bad mood and absentmindedness. But in the past, it had always been easier to blame someone else. At the thought, it seemed like her headache got a little worse as if to tell her to calm down. It wasn't a big deal.

    Riane twisted the cap off of her bottled water and took a few generous gulps. That seemed to help a little. She glanced at Greer for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. One of her hands went up to rub her forehead. "I'm sorry... about your papers. I really hope those weren't important-" of course they were important, she's a nurse you idiot, she thought. "I mean, they probably were... sorry."
     
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    Greer followed Riane into the breakroom and took the opportunity to get cleaned up herself. She could tell Riane was upset - perhaps more than the situation warranted - but it didn't really seem anymore like she was mad at Greer. Frankly, if Greer hadn't just had such a wonderful revelation with Mrs. Carroway, she'd have probably reacted the same way. A slew of bad, frustrating days had been mounting, but now she had something positive to focus on.

    She blotted the papers as best she could, and as she worked she could have sworn she heard Riane say something about snakes. Or hair? Snakes in hair? But that didn't make any sense. Greer eyed the other woman sidelong, but didn't hear anything else strange. Though honestly, she was surprised to admit that this was the mose normal interaction she'd had with anyone since she moved to Garmsby.


    "Hmm?" She hummed absently in response when Riane spoke again, and then she caught up. "Oh. Well, they were kind of important, but not irreplaceable, I'll just print off some more at the nurse's station." Shrugging, her own irritation setting in as she muttered, "All my patients are comatose anyway, not like I don't have time to fix it." Greer froze after she realized what she'd said aloud.

    "I'm sorry," she backtracked, "not that I'm not grateful to have patients and be working. This just isn't the job I was supposed to have." A distracted hand tried to run back through her hair, but it was in a ponytail today.

    "Really don't worry about it." Last thing she wanted was to put off the one normal, if grumpy, person she'd talked to today.
     
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    Riane tried to make her deep breaths subtle. Now was not the time to let her temper take over. Not because of Greer, of course. She had to remind herself. If anything, it did occur to her that Greer was probably the most normal person she'd met in this town in the several months she had been living here. Even if their interractions were brief. She didn't even know the woman's last name!

    She finished off her water and rubbed one of her eyes with the heel of her hand to ease the throbbing. At least she didn't destroy some high priority paper work. "That's rough." she sighed, she folded her arms loosely and leaned against the counter. This time, she seemed a little calmer. "Feels like they don't want you nosing around or something." Riane somewhat sympathized with what was being said. Either that, or she only felt that way because this was the first conversation she's had in her time here where the other person doesn't just shut her down and just make some excuse to avoid her. She would never admit it, but she kind of liked it.


    "I'm in the same boat... kind of. I haven't been allowed access to health records to enter, no reports, I'm stuck sitting in the office because I can't do half my job," Riane puffed her cheeks out and observed the empty plastic water bottle as if it held some sort of signifigance. She wondered if she could get away with it if she filled it with Tito's. "Not sure if it's a newbie thing or what. I know the access codes, but they'd probably fire me on the spot if I did anything with them,"

    With another sigh and another eye rub, she tossed the bottle in the bin and went to get another one out of the fridge. "Which job were you supposed to have, anyway?"
     
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    Greer observed Riane with some concern, noting how she pressed the heel of her hand into her eye - sure sign of a headache. The other woman seemed tired. Greer could relate.

    "Hmm," she said, "I hadn't really thought of it that way. Though if that were the case, giving me a load of patients who can't speak to me would certainly do the job." It had been hell not having anyone to talk to. Greer had never really been super outgoing before, but she hadn't realized how different this level of isolation would be. The other nurses only spoke to her when it came to work, and seemed to actively avoid her presencce otherwise. She'd all but given up on making friends here. Speaking to Riane now seemed to almost open the floodgates, and Greer realized just how long it had been since she'd really talked to someone.


    As Riane related her own troubles, Greer frowned. "You're in IT aren't you? That doesn't make any sense." What was the point of hiring a professional to do a job only to completely hamper that job? Greer drummed her fingers on the counter in thought. This hospital was defintely strange, and she sympathized. Seemed she wasn't the only one getting the runaround. "You've worked here longer than I have, I can't imagine it's just that you're new anymore. How can this place run if it cripples their employees?"

    Shaking her head, she followed Riane's motion to the fridge with her eyes. "Paramedic," she answered absently. "I'm a trained trauma nurse now, but that was how I got started. I wanted to go back to my roots I suppose. I guess it's silly to complain about getting a job that pays more, but they've somehow put me in geriatrics, and that's not really my specialty." And she didn't want to be there. Turning toward the cupboards above her, Greer started rummaging through them. "I've tried to bring it up to my boss more than once, but she always cuts me off or redirects me before I can even finish." And she's a little scary, she didn't add aloud. Greer didn't think she was the type to scare easy before, but there was just something...off...about Portia. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on...

    Turning her attention to what she was doing, Greer found the stash of tea and other things she'd tucked away not long after her first day here. "Do you like tea? I've got one that's good for headaches, if you like." She pulled down some peppermint tea. "Or I've got good old advil?" She'd also tucked a bottle of those away. Unsure if she really knew Riane well enough to ask if she was alright, or if the other woman would even welcome such a question, she settled for offering something that could help.
     
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    Greer seemed nice. A lot nicer than her co-workers. "Tea for headaches?" she asked, sounding somewhat embarrassed. She didn't know tea could help with headaches. Riane hadn't realized how tense she was until she felt her body relax a little. It was like Greer had just what she needed right now, which considering the strange goings on, made Riane a little suspicious. That was short lived, though. Maybe she got headaches all the time too. But maybe for different reasons?

    "Can I have both?" Riane asked, a little hesitantly. She rubbed the back of her head with her hand. "It was a long night." She glanced to the clock on the wall, noting that only fifteen minutes had passed since she left her cubicle. It felt like so much longer because of all the weird stress and her intrusive thoughts. She really hoped no one had noticed she was gone yet.

    "I don't really know what it is. They seemed normal on the phone when they called me for an interview. And then when I showed up, it was like everyone in the room suddenly became, I don't know. Disappointed? Like they were expecting someone else, or something-" she stopped. Maybe she shouldn't ramble. But then, she opened her mouth to speak again, but hesitated. She instead decided to keep it to herself for now.
     
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    "Yeah," Greer responded, "Some teas have restorative properties. Like peppermint or chamomile can help with headaches. I like it when I've maxxed out on advil." She shrugged, "No guarantees, just may help. And of course you can have both!"

    There was an electric kettle on the counter, so Greer filled it enough for a mug and set it to heat. She loved how quickly electric kettles worked; she had one at home. There were mugs in the cabinet above as well; as the water heated, she pulled one down and slid it across the counter to Riane, along with the box of tea so she could select her own bag. "Sorry it's only bag tea," sheepishness seeping into her tone, "Not proper English of me, I guess, but it is easier!"

    When Riane looked at the clock, Greer followed her gaze and her eyes widened. It hadn't felt that long to her, she should really get back to her rounds before Portia tracked her down. She wasn't due for a break for a couple hours yet.

    Listening to the other woman's recollection, Greer thought her own experience was similar, but more of a whirlwind that ended with her not in the place she had expected. Sensing her hesitation to continue, Greer made a suggestion. "Do you want to get a drink later?" Realizing how that sounded, she felt her ears heat up. "I mean, we could also get food, or coffee? Or just take a walk." Groaning at herself, Greer pressed a hand against her face a moment and took a breath. "I mean, so that we can continue this conversation. I'm so sorry." Greer had thought maybe she'd gotten better at the whole making friends thing, but not speaking to anyone in essentially a month had not helped.

    "I just have to get back on rounds, and I think we'll need more than a few minutes to compare notes." It would also be nice, she didn't add, to have someone to talk to again like a normal person. ​
     
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    Riane muttered a small 'thank you' and picked a tea bag out of the box. As she began fixing herself some tea with the water that Greer poured her, she kept her eyes fixed on the mug she was holding. The scent that it began to put off made her feel a little better. It was calming. Maybe she'd pick up some tea at the supermarket next time she went. She took a single advil and used the steaming drink to take it.

    Riane then glanced over to Greer at her sudden barrage of questions. She actually felt a little relieved when she asked. Riane supposed she should probably get back to the office after all. Maybe she'd get up and go hide in the bathroom around noon. Wasn't like she had much to get done anyway. Their situations seemed similar, it seemed, and she wanted to know more. Maybe it was her loneliness talking, but she could really use some company. "Sure," she said, taking another few sips. Normally she'd go with the 'getting a drink' suggestion, but she didn't think she wanted someone to witness her lack of self control when it came to alcohol. She thought for a moment. "Not sure how late you stay, but I'm off by five most days. If you want to meet out front." Riane's demeanor seemed to have changed entirely since they bumped into each other.
     
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    Greer was immensely relieved when Riane agreed, despite her inability to stop talking. She made a silent promise to not let that happen when they met up later.

    "That sounds good, I get off at five today too." Her shifts were kind of all over the place, but today she was glad it was normal. She watched Riane take a sip of the tea, and hoped it was to her taste.

    "In the meantime, I hope you have a better day." Greer had gotten lucky today, having met a patient she could converse with, one who even knew something about her family. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Carroway, she likely would have been in an unpleasant mood too. "I'll see you later Riane."

    Greer turned to leave the breakroom, collecting her clipboard too. As she stepped into the hallway, she nearly collided with Portia. "Oh, excuse me Nurse Newbury, I didn't see you," she said politely.

    "You are not excused, Turner. You have not finished your rounds, and I expect them to be done soon." Before Greer could respond, Portia seemed to disappear down another hallway. A world weary sigh escaped her, along with a few choice words. Steps that should have felt lighter after speaking to Riane felt heavy once more as she headed for the nurse's station. Still had to replace her charts.
     
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    Riane gave Greer a nod as she left. She could kind of hear what went on outside the breakroom and decided to wait for a minute before gulping down the rest of the tea. Maybe she was supposed to be a little slower with it, but she didn't exactly want to soak herself a second time. With the bottled water under her arm, she quickly stuffed the box of tea back into the cupboard along with the pill bottle and left. She had some digging to do.

    Riane managed to sneak back into the office without anyone paying her much attention, as usual. Though she did pass her supervisor on the way to her cubicle. He noticed the massive coffee stain on the front of her shirt. Riane caught him shaking his head in disapproval as he walked off. She noticed that several of her co-workers got up to follow him to the small meeting room in the back. Once again, no one had informed her of a meeting. Riane never tried to include herself anyway. She crouched down and pulled her backpack out from under the desk and pulled a thumbdrive out of one of the pockets. Why am I doing this? Ian is going to kill me.


    She checked if the coast was clear once again before taking a step across the aisle into a co-worker's empty cubicle. They had gotten up to join the others in the meeting and had left their computer on. Riane stuck the thumbdrive into one of the ports on the computer after taking note of how the screen looked before she did anything. Riane clicked through a few programs before she made it to the department's access page in the system. She hesitated for a moment. What the hell are you doing, Riane?

    She ignored her conscience, and began to rummage haphazardly through the patient database. She scrolled down a seemingly endless list of records. There wasn't exactly time to pick and choose. She immediately began to download them to her drive. And then several more. She wasn't even looking at the contents. While the files were downloading, she entered into the employee database and searched up Greer's name to see if she could find any trace of her application. Sure enough, there were results. Her name was unique enough. There was only one employee record with that name. Greer Turner. But directly beneath the initial profile was a second, empty looking folder with the same name, When she double clicked, a box popped up demanding administrator clearence. Riane didn't know why that was, and she didn't have time to try and crack it. So she just decided to leave that alone and download anything she could from Greer's employee profile.

    After a few agonizing minutes, the files were downloaded. They finished, it seemed, in the nick of time. Riane closed out of the program and pulled her thumbdrive out of the computer before creeping back across to her desk. I'm pretty sure I just committed a crime... Oh well.
     
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    Greer finished her rounds with little further issue - it was all standard work, much of which could have been done by an orderly or nursing assistant really. The only pleasant thought was that soon she'd be able to circle back and see Mrs. Carroway. And tonight, Riane.

    Finally, after getting changed into fresh scrubs and having finished seeing to all of her patients, it was time to go and see her favorite patient so far.

    Greer felt her steps pick up as she reached Mrs. Carroway's room. "Hello again!" She said cheerfully as she pushed the door open. Greer's legs froze as she stared at the empty, stripped hospital bed. When she had been there earlier, the room was filled with cards and flowers, and now it was empty.


    Hearing another nurse pass by, Greer spun around and stopped her. "Hey, where's Mrs. Carroway? She's one of my patients." The nurse raised any eyebrow.

    "Not anymore. They moved her to another floor."

    Greer tried to ask more, like which floor, or why she'd been moved, but the other woman just brushed past her. Taking a deep breath, Greer marched back into the now empty hospital room and closed the door.

    Logically, she was of course relieved that Mrs. Carroway was evidently still okay. But truthfully, she was furious. She didn't know how she was so certain, but she knew this had been done deliberately to further isolate her. Checking again that no one was in the room, Greer walked to the opposite wall of the room that happened to have a wooden beam running vertically through it. Just for a moment, Greer allowed her fury, helplessness, and frustration to consume her, and slammed her fist into the beam.

    It had been a while since she'd had such a temper flare, and she was disappointed in herself. Still, the expenditure of energy helped, even if her hand did throb now. Better than saying something to get herself fired, although she was starting to really second guess her decision to work here. If things were so bad that she was revisiting the old anger she'd faced in her grief, she wasn't sure that was a place she wanted to be.
     
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    Riane slumped back into her chair and tried to make it look like she had been deep in some work. After another half hour, her coworkers filed out of the meetingroom and returned to their desks. Ian, her supervisor, passed by her cubicle and she could see him glance in suspiciously in the reflection of her dimmed monitor. She let out a sigh once he was gone and decided to get something done while the day was still young. She slipped the drive back into her backpack.

    Once five rolled around, she could hear coworkers start to get ready to leave. There was basic chatter, and people made sure to stay away from her space as usual. She powered down her computer and stood, pulling her backpack onto one shoulder. She stepped out of her cubicle and quickly made her way out of the office area, several others giving her odd looks as she left.


    Riane usually took the exit out the back, but this time she made her way to the hospital lobby to meet up with Greer. She kept second guessing herself in her mind. What if her split second descision to steal data from the hospital's system lead to nothing? She hoped there'd be something there. Whatever they didn't want her to have access too better be worth it.
     
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    The rest of the work day was largely uneventful. Greer made attempts to search for where Mrs. Carroway had been transferred, but found herself foiled each and every time. She finally gave up in order to quell her rising temper. Another outburst like she'd allowed herself in that empty hospital room was not acceptable. She had worked too hard to get rid of that anger to let it come back.

    She was mentally exhausted when she finally clocked out and headed for the locker rooms. She'd come to work in her scrubs, but she always kept extra clothes here in case she needed them. Having remembered she was meeting up with Riane, she was glad she did.


    After swapping her scrubs for jeans, a t-shirt, and her jacket, Greer grabbed her helmet and headed for the lobby. Checking her watch, she didn't think she was too late, and was gratified to see Riane in the lobby.

    "Hey!" She called, smiling. The first real smile in hours felt strange on her face, but it was a relief to lay eyes on a friendly face again. Greer closed the short distance between them. "So if you're hungry at all, I figured we could get something to eat with those drinks? Or what do you feel up for?"
     
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