If one thing is indisputable, Cathy is anything but a nurse.
She had woken with a start in her respective bed and room about a half an hour prior, missing all her usual attire but her hat (left on her bedside table, how kind). The clothes she had been left with were more casual than what she would've expected for a hospital patient, no gown or anything. Her baton, she found, was missing as well, though that wasn't exactly an essential item outside of Gray's building. She had bandages, too; and the ones around her arm were the first thing to make her pause and wonder not where she was currently, but where she had been before this.
But that was a half hour ago.
Cathy has since risen, figuring that she would find more answers by investigating than just sitting around. Despite the blood on her gauze, she doesn't feel any particular pain. How long has she been here?
And then she hears a voice, one coming from the room she's passing by. A man... It doesn't sound like anyone she knows, and yet... Maybe she can get an answer or two out of this guy.
(She will not get an answer or two out of this guy.)
Cathy cracks open the door and peeks inside, and isn't this a well-built fellow! "What do you need?" she asks, pushing some sweetness into her voice. Maybe she'll get more information by posing as someone this man Wants instead of some random person.
it's been forty-thousand years...... also arrival v2!
She had woken with a start in her respective bed and room about a half an hour prior, missing all her usual attire but her hat (left on her bedside table, how kind). The clothes she had been left with were more casual than what she would've expected for a hospital patient, no gown or anything. Her baton, she found, was missing as well, though that wasn't exactly an essential item outside of Gray's building. She had bandages, too; and the ones around her arm were the first thing to make her pause and wonder not where she was currently, but where she had been before this.
But that was a half hour ago.
Cathy has since risen, figuring that she would find more answers by investigating than just sitting around. Despite the blood on her gauze, she doesn't feel any particular pain. How long has she been here?
And then she hears a voice, one coming from the room she's passing by. A man... It doesn't sound like anyone she knows, and yet... Maybe she can get an answer or two out of this guy.
(She will not get an answer or two out of this guy.)
Cathy cracks open the door and peeks inside, and isn't this a well-built fellow! "What do you need?" she asks, pushing some sweetness into her voice. Maybe she'll get more information by posing as someone this man Wants instead of some random person.