I'm gonna get in trouble Who: Nick and Circe When: Late night Where: U of M Hospital
Late night was the best time to work on things one didn't really want others to know about or notice. Circe had given up a lot of her free time to spend it after hours at the hospital to study lamia blood. Some of her hours were kept off the books to avoid questions but it was worth it to make sure her and her kind were taken care of. She had had to give up a few things in order to do what she did and one of those things was time with Antonin. Frankly, she hadn't had any time to spend with him since the incident at the Broadway Bridges when they'd helped the poor souls who were dying. Helped them along, but she wasn't in trauma. She was in hematology. They both dealt with blood but she wasn't expected to have a bedside manner. Most lamia didn't care if someone was wonderful and emotionally connecting with them. They just cared that they weren't about to get skinned. In fact, she had a few patients slated to come in tonight. She had a few people who were planning on donating blood to the cause. While she wasn't the most sympathetic of doctors...or people, even, for that matter, she was good at her job and quite excellent at what she did. She didn't give up the single most important thing to her simply because she felt like it. She was serious about her job and it showed. Her patients - at least those with retractable fangs - were important to her. Or, you know, as important as things that weren't herself could be to Circe.
She'd just finished working with her second patient of the day and was bringing a tray of blood samples back to her lab when she noticed something wrong. Very, very, very wrong. She placed the tray on the table and walked over to the clear door fridge she had in the lab. When blood was taken from a patient, they kept the blood on the top of this fridge while they were being tested for possible pathogens. The blood was barcoded and labeled carefully. After they had been tested, they got marked as passed and returned to the fridge until someone took them to storage. Blood that was ready to go to an operating room was brought out from storage and kept in the lower half of the fridge until a nurse came to check them out. It was too late at night for anyone to have blood in there for surgery. She knew because it had been empty just a few minutes ago. There was now a bag there. She looked at the label and recognized her handwriting. She'd marked the bag as clean and ok for distribution. It was her lamia blood. She kept it in the back of the top fridge so no one would touch it or send it to the floor. Except now here it was. Checking the back of her top fridge, she found that the other bag was missing. Circe felt like she was going to throw up. Running to the computer, she ran a report to see if anyone had checked blood out while she was gone. Ridiculous. No one was supposed to take blood out when there wasn't anyone in the lab. Johnson, Marcus. Trauma. She was going to kill someone.
Running through the doors of her lab, she took the elevator down to the bottom floor, completely ready to maim this stupid intern if need be. She had no idea what this guy looked like. "Marcus Johnson," she demanded at the nurse's station. "Hurry."