emma is not a very good amazon (ex_amazonian45) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2012-06-01 11:28:00 |
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When Claire had contacted her and asked her to keep watch at the clinic, Emma hadn't hesitated before saying yes. True, she didn't know the man who had apparently been abducted and tortured. She hadn't spoken with him and had only heard second hand, from Claire, what had happened to him. However after having been de-aged, then essentially raised, by her father and his wife, Emma was loathe to tell either of them no when they asked for her help with something. After all, they could have just as easily as turned their backs on her when she had needed them the most and hadn't. So if they wanted her to spend her afternoon hanging around a clinic, making sure it stayed free of danger, that was what she intended to do.
Of course, it wasn't a particularly thrilling job. There wasn't much to do besides sit around and try to occupy her time without straying too far from the guy's room. But she was doing her best to stay close and alert, and not bother the patient, his visitors, or any of the staff who stopped in from time to time to check on him. Which meant she was mostly sitting in a chair that she'd strategically placed halfway between his door and the entrance to the floor he was staying on, with only a stack of magazines, her knife, and her PDA to keep her company. And, of course, there wasn't much going on that held her interest on the network, which made her PDA all but useless.
Sighing softly, the Amazon idly began expertly twirling her knife between her fingers and glanced over at the clock on the wall. It had been exactly... her brow furrowed. Three minutes since the last time she'd looked at the clock. With another sigh, she scrubbed her free hand down her face. "Hoping a demon shows up looking to cause trouble just so I have something to do. I guess there's a first time for everything," she muttered under her breath before returning her attention to her PDA once more, the knife still spinning smoothly across each knuckle and back around again. If nothing else, she figured, she'd be even more of an expert with her blade by the time it was all said and done.