[center][h1][color=a187be]Natasha Brinne[/color][/h1]
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	Tas groaned slightly as she leaned back against the wall of the hospital, having snuck out to grab a quick cigarette by the ambulance bay. The sun had risen not too long ago and there was still a bit of chill in the air coming off the bay. It was mornings like this that Tas really enjoyed, it reminded her of mornings getting ready for school before her mother had passed away; serene silence before the day began, a moment to reflect on everything that had transpired the day or night before.  

	It had been a long shift and she had another two hours to go before it was over. They had reached code black, the place was swamped due to a massive pile up on the interstate and everything had been diverted to UCSFMC. Tas had seem some mangled bodies before but this had been complete chaos; thankfully Dr.Brinne worked well under stress but now that things were calming down she realized how tired she actually was. 

	Sam had stopped by to drop her off some food but she hadn’t even had a chance to enjoy it. She horfed it down in three bites, hugged Sam and darted right over to an ambulance to pull another stretcher right into the ER’s back entrance; barely being able to give him a wave before she was back inside and hip deep in the anarchy of the trauma unit. She swore she didn’t know what she would do without Sam and his last minute deliveries. Sure she could live off the hospital food but she wanted to remain a doctor and not become a patient; it didn’t hurt that Sam knew exactly how she liked her food and was a wiz in the kitchen. 

	Snuffing out her smoke on the bottom of her shoe and flicking it into the dumpster she ran back inside as her phone went off; another wreck, another patient. She couldn’t wait for the shift to be over, she was spent. Seven 16 hour days in a row had all but zapped every last bit of energy she had left, she swore her blood type at this point was “Dark Roast.” She had the next three days off and she was sure she was going to spend at least half of that time with her face buried into a pillow; then she remembered, Nat’s birthday! Okay, no sleep for the wicked.

	“Get through shift, get party in order, come on Tas, keep it together woman!” she muttered to herself under her breath as the latest emergency arrived. 

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	Tas slammed her locker shut and slung her bag over her shoulder, the shift was finally over. She wanted to go home and change; that wasn’t going to happen. Feeling her phone go off in her pocket she pulled it out and cursed under her breath, quickly shooting a text back and running out the door, nearly knocking over an orderly on her way.

[center][b]To: Natalya
From: Natasha[/b][/center]

[color=a187be] Work! We had a ten car pile-up, I just got off shift. I’ll be there in ten, if I don’t wreck. Oh and Happy Birthday![/color]

	With that she shoved her phone back in her pocket and hopped in her car, quickly starting it up as she slid her sunglasses on and tearing off out of the parking lot as she if she was trying out to run the second coming. She sped through town as quickly as she could and hit the brakes hard when she came to a parking space, squealing the tires slightly as the car came to a sudden stop. Grabbing her bag and a wrapped package she had in her floorboard she ran into the building, skidding on the soles of her shoes as her eyes fell on Nat and grinned.

	[color=a187be]”I’m here!”[/color] she called out before taking a deep breath and walking over, tossing her bag into the booth and plopping the wrapped gift down on the table. Leaning over she hugged Nat tight before sitting down and finally removing her sunglasses.

	[color=a187be]”I am so sorry I’m late, was wrist deep in a mans chest when the shift ended. Man wouldn’t take a rain check,”[/color] she said with a smirk on her lips. Pushing the box over to Nat she grinned and motioned for her to open it as with her other hand she picked up her coffee cup and downed what was in it quickly. If she was going to stay awake she needed the extra jolt. Who was she kidding, she drank the stuff like it was water; sleepy or not.

	Within the wrapping Nat would find just a plain box, inside that box however was a vintage camera, a Leica MJ6 from the 70’s. On the bottom scratched into the metallic surface was a name – Anna. Nat would know the name, it was Tas’s mothers. For Tas the gift was more than just giving a nice older model camera to a good friend but passing down a part of her family and it was something that her mother had loved. Tas had shown Nat many a pictures her mother had taken with the camera before she died, her mother always loved taking pictures of the family; it was something Tas had never picked up a passion for but she knew Nat would enjoy it.