mason normandin ( werewolf ) . (biggestbaddest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Working in their respective fields, few days were likely to leave them in good moods; for him it was paperwork and hours on the streets of Scarlet Oak patrolling or actively pursuing, along with hearing about all kinds of awful people out there, close to home and otherwise. For her it was fires and all kinds of other threats and close-calls. Neither job was a picnic, obviously, and when you threw in disasters like the one that had struck their town so recently, it was no surprise that they both looked like they had had enough. "Oh, it sucks," he confirmed in an irate grumble, "I'm not denying that."
Mason glanced back towards the waiting area, easily pinpointing the man she must have come in with, but his attention was back on the blonde woman soon enough. "Not yet," he said, casting a glance in the direction the nurse had headed when he saw movement; no luck yet, it seemed. "They're understaffed and overbooked." The hospital was full to capacity and they didn't have enough people to deal with all the injuries, old and new alike, so as much as Mason wanted to get out of this place, he was stuck until someone had some free time. "I came in with a little girl. I'm fine with waiting my turn." Well, that wasn't really true, Mason wasn't the most patient individual, but he knew there was a system in place here, one he had absolutely no control over, so all he could do was wait.