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Linda Carter, Night Nurse. (roomontheright) wrote in silverage, @ 2011-07-05 20:25:00

Who: Linda Carter and Bill Compton.
When: Backdated. Monday 4th of July
Where: Metropolitan General Hospital. The Room on the Right.
What: Working the night shift.
Rating/status: TBD.

4th of July was a time of celebration. Families got together, ate rich meals and blew fireworks to celebrate they were part of a free country. Unfortunately it was also meant an increase on barbecue and fireworks related accidents that kept the personal at the Metropolitan busier than usual. Even Linda Carter, who was only doing half a shift that day (oficially at least) could have used a little break after seeing her tenth patient in less than an hour.

She eventually got her break just as her shift ended, where she got the chance of taking a brief nap and eat something before gathering some files that needed organizing and settling on a little desk on one of the top floors. This part of the hospital was rarely used. It was mostly beds separated by thin curtains, beds that didn’t get much use unless an emergency called for it, as there were areas better equipped and easier to access. There was also a nurse’s station on the front and a series of offices in the back. One of those offices Linda would use from to time to treat her patients. The Room on the Right, they call it, a place equipped to treat anything from bullet wounds to broken bones and many, many unusual injuries. Even after years of practice, Linda was always learning about different powers and biology, hopefully enough to help whoever came asking for her help.

Holidays usually meant an increase on street violence and recklessness. Maybe she was overreacting, but it wouldn’t hurt to stay alert. As she finished one file and took the next, Linda told herself she’d wait three hours. If nobody came she would go home.

Sometimes, she wished more doctors would join the cause, but no one so far seemed willing to spend their free hours tending the kind of patients Linda saw in a regular basis. Perhaps it was time to branch out, she thought. Find the money to open a place of my own. Easier for the patients and probably easier to get some staff as well. If only...

Soft footsteps broke her train of thought. Looking up, she smiled at the figure approaching her. "Good evening. How may I be of service?"