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"Susan?"
That query, the fourth that evening, was met with a non-descript sound of acknowledgement, halfway between a 'yeah?' and a grunt as the blonde haired nurse heaved herself up from the corner she'd been digging around in. After a moment she stood up, smacking her skull into the shelf above her and giving low curse as she rubbed her head, turning around to find herself face to face with a colleague who said, without preamble; "I'm looking for the morphine."
Susan rubbed her face with one hand, her eyes felt sore and heavy and her skin felt hot to the touch, she knew she was pink cheeked too, she'd been rooting around in the bottom of the drug lock up for the past hour after all, checking what they had in there, getting increasingly frustrated when she couldn't find the beta-blockers and had the distinct feeling that they were completely out of those. There were no inhalers left either. She'd even checked with the pharmacy to see if they'd raided the shelves for themselves.
"You and me both," she sighed, taking the chart and indicating that they move out of the small space.
( Once out of the dimly lit room -which Susan locked up behind them, replacing the key under her scrub shirt - she opened up the chart and skimmed through it, nodding along as she read, )
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That query, the fourth that evening, was met with a non-descript sound of acknowledgement, halfway between a 'yeah?' and a grunt as the blonde haired nurse heaved herself up from the corner she'd been digging around in. After a moment she stood up, smacking her skull into the shelf above her and giving low curse as she rubbed her head, turning around to find herself face to face with a colleague who said, without preamble; "I'm looking for the morphine."
Susan rubbed her face with one hand, her eyes felt sore and heavy and her skin felt hot to the touch, she knew she was pink cheeked too, she'd been rooting around in the bottom of the drug lock up for the past hour after all, checking what they had in there, getting increasingly frustrated when she couldn't find the beta-blockers and had the distinct feeling that they were completely out of those. There were no inhalers left either. She'd even checked with the pharmacy to see if they'd raided the shelves for themselves.
"You and me both," she sighed, taking the chart and indicating that they move out of the small space.
( Once out of the dimly lit room -which Susan locked up behind them, replacing the key under her scrub shirt - she opened up the chart and skimmed through it, nodding along as she read, )