muse_captivemuse_captiveMarch 21 2007, 14:23:44 UTC
Based on: So Journeys the Fool Viewpoint Character: Carinae Moriarty Words: 398
Carinae’s pager went off for what seemed to be the umpteenth time since… Pausing, she tried to remember when it was she had first come in. When was it that her shift had begun? It seemed like years ago that she’d stepped foot through the doors of the hospital. She couldn’t even remember when it was that she’d last slept!
“Carinae, Dr. Meyers is looking for you…” Eric said as he made his way up to her.
Looking down into her face, he frowned. “You’re not looking so good…”
“Gee, thanks….” She replied, running a hand through her hair. “Just what every girl longs to hear…”
“No, I’m serious, Carinae… When was the last time you took a break?”
Normally, she would withdraw from such solicitousness. It wasn’t her style, but, in truth, she was too tired, at that very moment to care.
“Um…” She strained to think. “Last night… sometime? I can’t remember. Around dinner time?”
“When was the last time you ate?” Eric asked, concern more than apparent upon his face.
Carinae considered it for several moments. “The last time you and I ate…”
He shook his head. “Carinae… that was breakfast yesterday morning. You mean to tell me that it’s been 24 hours since you’ve eaten?”
“Yeah… I suppose. I don’t know…” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “It’s been a busy night. It always seems to be with the Full Moon.” Though she would not admit that it had anything to do with it. That was, after all, her grandmother’s schtick. Not hers!
Turning to one of the nurses, Eric spoke to her in hushed tones before, taking a hold of Carinae’s elbow, he led her in the direction of the elevator. “You and I are going to go get a bite to eat, and then you are going to grab yourself a shower and a few winks…”
He was not leaving any room for argument. She didn’t know whether that impressed her at the moment or infuriated her. Though, she was going more with the former because she was entirely too tired for the later.
“Are you trying to tell me that I stink too?” She cracked a small tired, but genuine smile. “Gee… aren’t you just Prince Charming this evening… or this morning… or whatever the hell it might be!”
Viewpoint Character: Carinae Moriarty
Words: 398
Carinae’s pager went off for what seemed to be the umpteenth time since… Pausing, she tried to remember when it was she had first come in. When was it that her shift had begun? It seemed like years ago that she’d stepped foot through the doors of the hospital. She couldn’t even remember when it was that she’d last slept!
“Carinae, Dr. Meyers is looking for you…” Eric said as he made his way up to her.
Looking down into her face, he frowned. “You’re not looking so good…”
“Gee, thanks….” She replied, running a hand through her hair. “Just what every girl longs to hear…”
“No, I’m serious, Carinae… When was the last time you took a break?”
Normally, she would withdraw from such solicitousness. It wasn’t her style, but, in truth, she was too tired, at that very moment to care.
“Um…” She strained to think. “Last night… sometime? I can’t remember. Around dinner time?”
“When was the last time you ate?” Eric asked, concern more than apparent upon his face.
Carinae considered it for several moments. “The last time you and I ate…”
He shook his head. “Carinae… that was breakfast yesterday morning. You mean to tell me that it’s been 24 hours since you’ve eaten?”
“Yeah… I suppose. I don’t know…” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “It’s been a busy night. It always seems to be with the Full Moon.” Though she would not admit that it had anything to do with it. That was, after all, her grandmother’s schtick. Not hers!
Turning to one of the nurses, Eric spoke to her in hushed tones before, taking a hold of Carinae’s elbow, he led her in the direction of the elevator. “You and I are going to go get a bite to eat, and then you are going to grab yourself a shower and a few winks…”
He was not leaving any room for argument. She didn’t know whether that impressed her at the moment or infuriated her. Though, she was going more with the former because she was entirely too tired for the later.
“Are you trying to tell me that I stink too?” She cracked a small tired, but genuine smile. “Gee… aren’t you just Prince Charming this evening… or this morning… or whatever the hell it might be!”
“It’s morning…” he said with a bit of a chuckle.
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