Friday Who: Layla and Al-Adil What: Meeting, and touring the hospital Where: The Breeding Facility When: Evening Rating: PG Status: Complete
Layla was still a bit...on edge from her earlier meeting with Arioch. How could one male lion make her feel like that. She shouldn't let something as simple as a run in with a random lycan. She let out a groan, the clipboard that she held in her hands slamming down on the nurses station counter. She needed to get her shit together before she started going into patients rooms.
She let out a slow breath, only to inhale another and let it out slowly as well. She was in a pair of white scrub bottoms, with a pink scrub top. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and a pair of white sneakers completed her outfit. She eyed her clipboard with mild interest, going over all of the mothers that she would have to visit that evening with medications or those on bed rest or those set to deliver that evening.
Dark eyes scanned over the list twice, making notes of who to stay with and talk to and who to just leave alone. Not all of the mothers were happy with their current situation, some were alright with it. In any event, Layla did try to make those who were more uncomfortable comfortable with the lot that they'd been handed in this life. Sure, it wasn't an easy thing to carry a baby for nine months only to have it swept away from you as soon as it was old enough to survive without your milk. The very thought depressed the hell out of Layla.
There was no way she could've given up a child. She sighed, eyes going up to the ceiling for a moment. If only she could find her own son, or rather if only they'd let her see him. After they'd found out that they were blood kin they'd been forbidden to see one another. That hurt Layla the most. Knowing where her son was but not being able to do a damn thing about it.
She sighed, picking up her clipboard and held it close to her chest. Her eyes were on the tiled floor as she walked.