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 Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 12:10 am
Nio Love Text from Sunny:My office after your shift. You're overdue for an evaluation. Bring me an offering.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 1:45 am
The only problem Robert had with bringing Sunny an offering, was the realization that he didn't know Sunny as well as he wished he did. Conversations with her had always been business, and she wasn't interested in any kind of personal chat. So when he received the text demanding an offering, he panicked. What kind of an offering would Sunny like? Immediately, he thought a beer would suffice. He hadn't drank the six pack Jordan had given him so long ago, but they were warm, and he didn't even know if Sunny liked beers. In the end, he brought one of the beers, along with ten bucks and a picture he colored with crayons that might have looked like Sunny if he had any artistic ability at all. As it was, it looked more like a raisin. He dropped them off at her desk, trying not to expose in his expression that he was so nervous he was in danger of wetting himself.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 2:25 am
Giving the offerings an evaluating look, Sunny slid the bottle toward her, "Acceptable." She slid the money back, "Unacceptable, I've been forbidden from cash bribes for the time being." Then she slid the picture toward her, spun it upside down, and frowned. Finally she nodded and slipped it into a drawer labeled, The ********> and turned back to Robert, hands folded in front of her.
"Well, McMuffin, how would you rate your performance in the infirmary?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 2:32 am
As soon as she pushed back the money, he snatched it away, stuffing it in his pocket and out of sight. The last thing he wanted to do was get in trouble for trying to bribe - and he belatedly realized that giving someone who was about to grade you, money, was definitely a bribe. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he berated himself silently. "Oh," He breathed out in a soft whisper of pride. "I think I've been learning lots. Like, it was so slow for a while there, but lately everyone's needed help and I'm just getting my hands dirty all over the place - " But this wasn't answering her question, and he stopped himself from gushing like a teenage girl in love. "I mean, I think I've done an above average job so far, sir. Ma'am. ... Sir."
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 2:35 am
"Are you feeling confident, Big Mac Attack, feeling ready to take things to the next level?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 6:29 pm
Robert slumped slightly, though it wasn't from despair. He felt the heavy burden of new challenges weigh him down; and he shouldered them gratefully, ready to move forward. "Sunny, I'm so ready." He breathed the words out, his hands clasped in front of him. "Let's do this."
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 1:27 pm
"Right-o, McNugget!" Sunny opened a drawer and dropped a thick stack of papers in front of him. "We'll start out with the written portion and then get to the practical tomorrow. You take these wherever you need to, but drop them off in the office today. No ******** around, got it? Great."
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:37 pm
Robert went from powerfully excited to tragically distraught in a matter of seconds. He stared at the stack of papers, slowly gathered them up, and held them in front of him. A written portion. His test had.. a written portion. He had not counted on this. He took the papers, and, without a word, left Sunny alone. He found a quiet corner, a handful of soon to be broken pencils, and settled down to work. An hour later, he'd actually gotten through the first page, and started to contemplate cheating. In high school, he would have just given the entire test to the nerdiest kid he knew. His hands were already itching to call Mimsy and ace this - but this wasn't high school, anymore. And having her pass the test for him would put people at risk; some of which were people he loved. He didn't cheat. Four hours later, he turned to the second part of the written portion, and realized he'd been writing all of his e's backwards. He pulled out his glasses, put them on, and realized so much more than just the e's were backwards. The paper was. He continued on.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 9:53 pm
Sunny continued to crave McDonald's with empty-eyed desperation. She also hoped Robert would have the sense to look up the necessary information, or at least ask around the infirmary for help. Well, kind of hoped. The mental image of him try to answer everything from memory alone was a little appealing in a sightly vindictive way.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:18 pm
Sunny hoped that Robert would have the sense. Robert. Sense. It wouldn't have mattered; He'd made such a visual mess of the paper by the time he'd realized he was doing it all upside down, and erased everything, and gone back to fix it - that asking for help would have just gotten him laughed at. He was so woefully unprepared to do anything involved with writing (and reading was just the icing on the terrible cake) that even he knew he'd blown all of his chances. When he returned to Sunny's room, he briefly contemplated just asking for a new test. But then he looked at his papers, and realized he'd spelled his name wrong. "You know what." His voice shook as he handed the papers in by dropping them roughly on her desk. "I should have known."
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:41 pm
With am irritable look, she began to try to make sense of the papers, absently asking, "Known what, super size fries?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:05 pm
Robert knew what was coming. He put down all of his pencils on her desk; more of an offering, perhaps. "I know, Sunny." He sighed out. He'd heard it a million times before, and he'd hear it a million times again. The words were familiar friends. "I failed."
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:10 pm
Looking at a page, her face kind of retreated into her neck, what the ******** is this even written all over her expression. "Ye-aaaaah, I'm thinking so. Did you bother supplementing your infirmary work at all, Morris?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:17 pm
His expression smoothed with loss of thought when she mentioned supplementing. As far as he could remember, that was just a fancy word for adding. "Like. Doing more work?" He reached up and scratched his head in confusion. "I worked every hour I wasn't asleep! I can't do no more hours than I did, I never did nothing but be here! That's not even.. it's just.. words, Sunny. Words!!" He gripped his hair in frustration. "I know how to tourniquet an arm. But that don't mean I know how to spell that word, or even what it looks like on the papers. I know how to set a bone and apply a splint. But then some sentence starts getting all fancy with its 'application' and 'compound fracture' and tryin' to get me to tell it how many inches somethin' needs to be to-" He just gave up on his sentence and let out a frustrated moan. "I can't do this! I thought I could, but I can't. It was stupid of me to think that I could just because I wanted to help people. I get it. I ********' get it." His eyes shimmered, threatening, but he stayed strong.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:30 pm
"As in studying. And yes words!" Slamming her hands down on the desk, Sunny rose to an impressive five foot even, and raised her voice, "Robert, what do you think being a nurse is? It's great that you can do immediate battle field care, but THIS. IS NOT. THE FIELD! What are you going to do when you need to medicate someone you didn't check-in and treat? Are you going to guess what medications by ******** instinct? By the pretty colour on the goddamn bottle?! You need to know how to read and understand written instructions to work as a nurse in the Infirmary, Robert! You need to be able to WRITE legible instructions for the next person on shift! What the ********> do you think you'd be doing here as a nurse? Slapping on bandaids and ******** kissing it better? Giving out cookies for boo-boos? So yeah, it was stupid of you to come here, and just ******** assume you'd be able to get by just hanging around a lot following only verbal orders!"
Walking around her desk, she stalked over and viciously kicked the office door closed. "So don't you dare ******** waste my time by half-assing this s**t up until now and then giving the ******** up! Who the hell do you think you are? You think you get to quit? Well <******** you, you don't get that privilege anymore. You're going to take this test next year and you're gonna ******** pass, and if you fail the practical, I'll ********> skin you alive, Morris, and then I'll make you keep training here until the next year, and then I'll ******** test your a** again. I'm not a ******** quitter, you goddamn a*****e, so if you're gonna cry about being a stupid piece of s**t now, go ahead and <******** cry. Go ahead and feel sorry for your pathetic a**. But don't think that changes anything. You <********> me?"
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