nurse chapel (nursie) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-08-26 20:24:00 |
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WHO: Christine Chapel & Martha Jones & open to anyone who'd be at the clinic!
WHAT: Christine's bored. Martha's back.
WHEN: Mid afternoon.
WHERE: The clinic.
RATING: TBD, but probably pretty low.
STATUS: Incomplete.
For the most part, Christine felt like she did a really good job at being enthusiastic about having to do dull, repetitive work in a vaguely prison-like environment. She also thought she was pretty good natured despite the fact that all progress towards escaping seemed to have slowed down to a standstill, which deeply irked her. That, and since Martha and Doctor Tam had disappeared inexplicably, probably they had been lucky enough to have been sent home. After they'd left, Doctor Saunders and Peter had transfered to the main hospital (Christine was convinced it was because she irked them), leaving the clinic pretty badly understaffed. Though, to this date, it had never really been properly staffed, because nothing had ever gotten done when it had been all six of them.
Then again, being understaffed wasn't really an issue most of the time, since they only ever seemed to have intermittent crises. The fire had counted as one, but pretty much everyone had only had minor injuries and it'd been dealt with in a matter of hours. Christine felt pretty bad sitting in the clinic wishing that somebody would be injured so she'd have something to do. Not, you know, fatally, but bad enough to be stuck in a clinic bed for a few weeks. It'd be helpful if it was a cute guy, too, Christine thought to herself, and was soon wrapped up in her increasingly pathetic fantasies, so much so that she didn't even realize that somebody had walked into the clinic.