[center][b][color=a187be]Christina[/color][/b][/center]
[indent]Christina was experiencing what was known in the hospital as a miracle, also known as a “slow night”. So far they’ve only had six patients come in, and no one waiting in the holding room. Three drunks, two mild car accidents, and one heart attack. Overall the night was going off pretty well. There were five nurses manning the front desk, the reception, the battle station, the first line of defense. During these nights when there were no emergencies to be taken care of, no life or death situations, and the grim reaper was actually visiting another part of the hospital.[/indent]
[indent]The ER doctors and surgeons were in their break rooms, sleeping, having dinner, or maybe they were outside not taking a smoke break. The nurses didn’t really have that pleasure since they had to keep watch on their patients who were still in critical condition or were sleeping away the pain. They needed to be alert enough in case someone’s heart beat fell just a little bit on the low side. Their lives hanging in the balance. In case something did happen they needed to run, page the assigned doctor who’s thinking about what’s killing the patient, and prep the life giver just in case.[/indent]
[indent]Sitting in her little nook in a large C shaped reception desk Christina typed on the computer. She was requesting for some much needed supplies from the guys upstairs. Numbers and letters floated in Chris’s screen, the sound of beeping machines, and the new smell of bleach permeated the air. This was what she had grown accustomed to in the last five years, but sometime in the last week her senses had been off. It started with the woman in white.[/indent]
[indent]At the time Chris thought she was hallucinating, overworked and stressed no doubt, but she didn’t have any of the symptoms psychological or physical. She passed out right after the woman shot herself and hit her head. The doctors cleared her and she took the day off to rest. She felt okay and was back to normal, but she had her doubts. Every now and then she would smell the ocean even though she was in the middle of the city, and even more peculiar since she disliked going anywhere near the ocean. Her eyes and ear also betrayed her whenever she would see a beautiful foreigner standing nearby and hear them speak in a language she could not understand. The most peculiar of all is that somehow she was taking it well. Even now when another stranger was standing in front of her.[/indent]