Daryn had actually managed to sleep a little longer than usual, logging a surprising three hours. When she awoke, Jonas was fast asleep and he didn't notice when she'd slipped out of his bed. She lingered a little longer, before writing a note and leaving quietly. She'd only gone home to shower and change before heading off to the hospital.
It was busy, but she was so used to working in chaos that she barely noticed unless something unusual was going on. But today was hectic as usual and she was at home in the midst of it. Currently, she was sitting with a little boy, no older than eight or nine, teaching him how to spell his name in sign language as a nurse bandaged a freshly stitched wound on the child's leg. First, she showed him each letter individually, then helped the child make the proper movements with his hands, giving him a bright smile and nod of encouragement when he was able to mimic it on his own after only two tries. The boy seemed unphased by his severe looking injury, too distracted by the 'game' with Daryn. The child's mother was still a bit visibly shaken, but seemed relieved when Daryn parted with the boy to assure her everything would be alright. Leaving the pair with a small wave, Daryn turned to find out who the next patient was, eyes scanning the area quickly.