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Linda Carter, Night Nurse. (roomontheright) wrote in silverage,

It was a rare night off. Of course, for Linda, "night off" usually meant making a house call. She may had been only a nurse, but Linda's discretion and skill were always welcomed when it came to medical care. And after changing the bandages and talking a little to her patient (who promised to be more careful next time he chased down a mugger), Linda decided to make a quick stop at the hospital to see if any other patients had dropped by. Even as she headed there her mind was already in her special room, dressing wounds and dispening medication.

She was briskly making her way in the middle of the busy street, adjusting her black cape a little against the wind, when she almost bumping into a man. She managed to stop just in the brink of time.

"I'm so sorry!" she said to the man - a tall skinny man wearing a brown tweed jacket. Sometimes, it was hard to walk around the streets without things like this happening and Linda had been already distracted, but she knew it was not polite and if anything, Linda had been raised to be as polite as possible.