Delilah applies pressure to the brake pedal as she came upon the red light. Once she was at a full stop, she exhaled heavily and sat back in her seat, taking a moment to collect herself. Work had been crazy the last few hours. With the unusually heavy rain, accidents were happening every time you turned around. Some of the patients weren't as bad as others, but then there were the ones with smashed faces or ones that had gone through the windshield. You really never realize how dangerous conditions like these can be, until you see something like that. Sure, she knew to be safe, even when it just sprinkled. Tonight though, she was being extra careful. 

The woman tapped her finger against the steering wheel out of boredom and looked up at the nearly blurred red light still glaring her in the face. Her poor windshield wipers were going as fast as they could, but they just couldn't keep up. Delilah's eyes glanced in her rearview mirror, seeing several cars lined up behind her. She then glanced to the clock on the console. It read 10:43. Again, she tapped the steering wheel, starting to feel anxious. She looked out of the drivers side door, then proceeded to lean forward and lol out of the windshield. The best she could anyways. It was nearly impossible to see anything from afar. 

Delilah clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, almost willing the light to turn. It was strange it was red for as long as it was, especially since the traffic wasn't very heavy. All she wanted to do, was get home, and get a decent night's rest. Cat napping on a hospital bench isn't easy, nor comfortable. And then, as if on cue, the light turned green. Finally. Delilah placed her hand on the wheel and released the brake pedal, only to begin applying pressure to the gas.