Who: Mercy Thompson and Open Where: Monty's Car Clinic When: Mid-Morning What: Hopefully someone entertaining her Rating: G prolly Status: Open to All
Mercy was sitting behind the front counter of the garage, grumbling a little at her coworkers. She was mostly out of the brace but they were still being overly cautious. She was on her breaks going to work under cars anyways but they inevitably got mad and shooed her back to the counter. Her PT was going well, and she was regaining strength every day. But she felt fine, she felt great. Sure, things ached on random cold days and she was beginning to get the feeling she knew what a storm was coming, but she could work just fine.
But no, they wanted the doctor's note clearing her to do work.
She brushed her hair out of her eyes, wiped a streak of oil across her cheeks, and grumbled as she drank a big mug of coffee. "I'm fine, guys, really." she snarled before realizing it wasn't her coworker. "Sorry." she smiled sheepishly.