Stretching out with a quiet yawn, Sims rolled over in bed, lightly tapping the top of the alarm clock sitting on his nightstand table, putting an end to its piercing beeps. While most people would have found such sounds annoying, Craig did not. As a matter of fact he was grateful for the noise, startling as it was, for it was a large part of what kept his life flowing as smoothly as it did. Well, it and a rather strict sleeping schedule. Plopping onto his back Craig sat up, his bones popping as he went, and reached for the clothes he had laid out the night before and began to change, hopping on one foot as he pulled up his pants. Slipping on a pair of socks and some sneakers, he made his way out into the living room and got started on breakfast. A light meal compared to most, but one that was sure to keep his energy levels up throughout the day.

Something he'd need if the amount of cases this week was anything like last. Teams like his were practically overworked on a near daily basis, with people from all walks of life being brought in for one accident or another. In all honesty, the ways in which a human being could harm themselves was simply astounding. Broken bones, torn ligaments, internal bleeding, and god only knew what else with the arise of powers following the Equinox. Finishing his bowl of oatmeal, he gave it a quick rinse and placed it onto the rack as he headed out the door, locking it once he was outside. Striding over to his car he climbed inside, started the engine, and began his commute to work. One that would take him through Vorpool's uptown area, straight to the city's medical district and right to the ER at which he worked. 

Assuming, of course, that traffic wasn't absolutely horrendous today.

………………………

A few hours of driving, and narrowly missing a rather irate individual barreling their way down the highway, later and Craig finally arrived at work. The cracked asphalt of the parking lot crunched mutely underneath the tires of his Malibu as he pulled into his customary spot. Clambering out of his vehicle, he made his way into the emergency ward of Vorpool General and got ready for the long day ahead. Washing up he took off his sneakers and slipped into his personal protective equipment, which consisted of a pair of scrubs, latex gloves, surgical mask, cap, and clogs with disposable coverings. Taking a moment to ensure everything was squared away, and his personal affects safely stowed in the locker he had been assigned, Craig made his way over to the trauma ward, giving perfunctory nods to those he passed along the way.

[i]"Alright,"[/i] he muttered, his gaze trailing over the busy room as he stepped inside. [I]"Lets get started."[/I]