graffiti my soul, open

[Dr. Temperance Hall]

temperance couldn't wait until she could just get out of work, that was more than likely the first time that she would ever think something like that. she normally loved her job and you never ever said out loud that it was actually a show day. head injuries were hardly something that she wanted everyone to have but that meant that she didn't have anything to do. she just wanted to have something to do than sit around all day. she had wanted to do some work in the er but it seemed that they were over staffed. she just needed some work to do, she had done all her paper work and now she was just sat tapping her pen against the paper, just staring off at the wall but she was thinking about several things. like how she could be working about now.

yes, they had patients in but most of them were going to be discharged soon and it was just monitoring them. she wanted to play solitaire because it would keep her mind active. she hadn't heard a code being called for a while either so by the sounds of it all of neurology was quiet and not just her patients. most of the noise had been over the psychiatry section but they always had fuss there. "i need a drink." she murmured, she just wanted her shift to be over and then maybe she would get something to drink at joe's before going home. maybe ordering a drink. yes, her life was boring, she wished that she had someone in it but everyone that she had come close to didn't understand her working hours and most of the other people she got bored with. it was official, she was bored and stuck in a rut.

[Dr. Stephanie Wilson]

Popping her gum, Steph rubbed her eyes as she walked out of the ER, groaning. It was one of them days where it seemed like everyone in the hospital had something to do but Steph herself. Looking at her watched and realizing she still had another 26 hours for her shift to end made her just groan even louder as she decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator up to the cardio floor to see what Burke was up to.

Midway up, she heard interns rushing up the stairs talking about scrubbing in on Burke's new surgery, which just caused Steph to roll her eyes. Now since her boyfriend was about to be in surgery, Steph had no where to go nor anyone to talk to. "Fun day" she mumbled, opening the door to the third floor of the hospital, a place she doesn't visit often.

A few minutes later, Steph spotted a young doctor, looks like a resident, sitting behind a desk being about as bored as Steph was feeling right now. Knowing she had to make her social circle a bit bigger in Seattle Grace, Steph decided to walk over and talk to her. "So I guess it being a slow day hasn't just hit me, huh?"

[Dr. Temperance Hall]

temperance looked up when she heard the door open, she had no idea why she was hoping it was a patient. she was hoping it was a patient just so she could tell them off for walking about when they shouldn't be. when she noticed it was another doctor, she sighed and went back to tapping her pen against the table. she was just hoping that the vibrations she was causing in the pen wouldn't cause it to burst and for the ink to go all over the place, that would just make this painfully slow day even worse than it was before. she couldn't remember the last day she had been this bored and the lack of human contact was starting to get to her, the tension of being alone and not getting that release that she used to have in a regular basis.

she tried not to show how tensed she was when the doctor spoke, she wasn't good at socially interaction with people because she just came out with random stuff and she hated it. she couldn't control it when it was coming out of her mouth. "it's not a slow day it's not possible for a day to go any slower than 24 hours." oh for fucks sakes! can't you just be a normal person for once in your life!. she really just wanted to hit herself in the face, she must be wired wrong from other people, she was just messed up. "but i understand what you mean about how it feels slower to your mind." yes, that was better, better than what you said originally!.

[Dr. Stephanie Wilson]

When the young resident raised her voice at Steph about the day, she just shrugged her shoulders as she turned to walk away. However, hearing the woman speak, Steph decided to turn back around and talk to the girl; even if it was just to pass time. "Yeah, it sucks though" she commented, putting her hand out "But my name is Stephanie, Stephanie Wilson" she remarked, looking down and seeing the pen she was using; a pen that had her company's logo all over it Oh pleease don't let her recgonize me Steph begged, making sure the smile never left her face.

Walking back behind the desk where the resident was sitting, Steph decided to pull up a chair and kick her feet onto the counter. "All the days I was over at the shithole Mercy West, it was never this slow. However, slow days means busy nights, so I guess I can't complain" Steph rambled, taking out a breakfast bar and opening it. "You want some?"