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welcometotheughbackupWho: Bridget, Open
When: Late Afternoon?
Where: Infirmary
What: Training
Rating: TBA
When: Late Afternoon?
Where: Infirmary
What: Training
Rating: TBA
"I think I can do this."
That was the only thing he could say, Bridget was new and saw more things in one day than his career as a bounty hunter has let him gaze at in a year. On his first day he assisted a man with severe burns on his arms, a man with his foreskin sliced off, which made him cringe to think about, and someone that was stabbed.
All the small teen could think about was how rough this place was. He knew it WAS prison, but he wasn't ready for all the troubles it brought. Now, he was armed with giving out medication to those that were in pain. He wasn't allowed to handle needles yet, but the fake intern was working up for it. With all of this happening, the blond kept his eyes peeled for the staff member he was looking for. Even though the 'nurse' wore pants, they weren't the most masculine in the world. Hold habits die hard. He thought as he walked, a tray full of cups of prescription drugs. He wasn't watching where he was stepping and soon tripped over his own feet, pills flying and his face planted on the tile floor.
That was the only thing he could say, Bridget was new and saw more things in one day than his career as a bounty hunter has let him gaze at in a year. On his first day he assisted a man with severe burns on his arms, a man with his foreskin sliced off, which made him cringe to think about, and someone that was stabbed.
All the small teen could think about was how rough this place was. He knew it WAS prison, but he wasn't ready for all the troubles it brought. Now, he was armed with giving out medication to those that were in pain. He wasn't allowed to handle needles yet, but the fake intern was working up for it. With all of this happening, the blond kept his eyes peeled for the staff member he was looking for. Even though the 'nurse' wore pants, they weren't the most masculine in the world. Hold habits die hard. He thought as he walked, a tray full of cups of prescription drugs. He wasn't watching where he was stepping and soon tripped over his own feet, pills flying and his face planted on the tile floor.
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Date: 2007-05-16 06:47 am (UTC)"I know, but...eh...just trying to hold a conversation. It helps me stay away from bitchzilla..." He didn't realize the nurse was standing behind him and felt hot breath on his neck. He looked behind him, wide eyed. She looked like she was going to erupt. Bridget ran for his post, ducking away from her.
"O.k. gottagobye!" He said in top speed, running off. Her yelling at him the whole way about getting jobs done and even what he called her. The head nurse was scarier than any rapist to Bridget as he was screamed at in a different room, away from Vergil.