Erin (handson) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-12-28 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-22, erin, nick |
next thing you know you're eating hospital food
Who: Nick and Erin
When: Lunch
Where: UofM Hospital
To tell the honest to God truth, Erin had been a little pissy ever since there had been rumors of the actual corpse of an angel in town, and she hadn't been allowed to see it. She'd been called at home and told to go to a different morgue that day, because the government had taken that case over. It was probably a pretty morbid thing to be annoyed over, but as depressing as things had been lately, that really would have been interesting. Her mood was steadily picking up, however. Enough so that the last few days or so she'd been going to the cafeteria for lunch, as opposed to just eating in the morgue (which had a tendency to squick out a lot of the hospital staff).
Honestly, Erin found it easier to eat in the morgue. Every time she ventured into the cafeteria she could guarantee that there'd be at least one person who knew her on sight who would give her the 'oh God, oh God, please tell me she washed her hands' look. She walked into the cafeteria and people tended to give her a wide berth, as if they expected her to reek of death. Sometimes this wasn't a problem. But today, the cafeteria was crowded, and she was having trouble finding an empty table. She was just about to take her tray back to the morgue, when she realized Dr. Bryant was sitting alone. She didn't know him very well, though they'd certainly talked a couple of times. Maybe he wouldn't mind the company. She headed over, standing a healthy distance away in case he was one of the people who found her to be particularly icky. "Hey, are you opposed to company? Everywhere else is full."