[center][h2]Nathalie Prescott[/h2][/center]
[b]Time[/b]: Dusk
[b]Location[/b]: Hospital
[b]Interaction with[/b]: N/A

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[I]"Dr. Prescott!"[/I]

Nathalie was startled out of sleep, taking a second to realize she'd been woken up from a wildly vivid dream. Staring up at the nurse, she gathered herself before speaking. [color=gray]"Yes, what's wrong?"[/color]

[i]"My apologies, didn't mean to scare you. We have an abdominal gunshot victim on the way, ETA 5 minutes. He 's in stable condition for now but has lost quite a bit of blood. The team is prepping up now."[/i]

[color=gray]"Thank you, Michael."[/color]

Nathalie rose up from the chair, straightening out her scrubs to the best of her abilities. She had fallen asleep at her desk from pure exhaustion due to her double shift. Her co-worker was out on vacation and she volunteered to fill in the gap, but in hindsight maybe she should have taken only half the shift. With a sigh, the young woman grabbed her half-empty water bottle and followed the nurse out into the hall. As they passed a bakery stand, Nathalie's stomach complained of hunger. She hadn't eaten anything since early in the morning, but it had been a hell of a busy night and day and she could only hope that the ER flow slowed down a little, at least until the following morning when she would finally be off.