Monica hung her head in tiredness. At least an hour had passed, and she hadn't made to much of a dent in her paperwork. So much reading. She needed her secret weapon. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a small can of Monster Energy™. Slugging it back, she could immediately feel the rush of sugar going through her veins. God it felt good. Re-energized, she dug once more into her paperwork. Yet she then heard the squeak from the leather of the medical bed. Looking up, she saw a small girl with a book sitting down. She looked... Troubled. [i][color=fff200]"Oh hello. I didn't notice you come in. Do you need something? I'm afraid I only have some minor painkillers right now, but I should be able to get some more meds soon enough. Or maybe..."[/color][/i] She looked at the girl's book. [color=fff200][i]"Were you looking for someplace quiet? There's generally not to much commotion here. Just the never-ending sound of me scribbling away on these papers. Well, that and the occasional child trying to get sent home."[/i][/color]