Capt. Babs Greenling (is a ray of f'ing sunshine) (bite_sized) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-11-08 14:24:00 |
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“You’re a butt.” Captain Mary-June Greenling steamed as she watched her dog, the beast refusing to leave one of her patient beds. A bed she had just made, and needed for patients. The dog sighed, huffed, and rolled onto his back so his body was twisted around and splayed. With a groan she sank her hands down onto the bed, scooping the giant dog and dragging him forcibly out of the bed and onto the ground.
She held onto his collar as she walked through LBJ, ignoring the looks she got as she found her way to Gabe’s space. Babs didn’t knock, she just entered and closed the door behind herself before releasing the dog.
“Take him. Take the damn dog, Gabe. I can’t do it, I can’t have in my wards while I work. He’s going to contaminate everything,” Babs informed Gabriel. The dog had gone over to Gabe, big sad eyes only working so well before the dog flopping onto the ground and 100% in the way of anyone trying to walk by him. “He’s your responsibility until my shift is over.” Babs put her hands on her hips, half hoping Gabe will make life easy by allowing her to just walk off. That he won’t point out how little she’d talked to him, how she’d worked herself into the ground nightly. How she was slowly killing herself with work and fear and duty.