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bonita peep // nurse at swynlake general

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preaching in the park||open

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b0nehead:

Who’s honestly that awake in the morning?? The youngest Adamson thought, glaring at smiling jogger. Everyone seemed so happy, talking to strangers and wandering around like cheery little shits. It irked him to no end.

The only reason the young trouble maker was up at such an ungodly hour was because he needed to calm his nerves before– Well before he went and made a fool of himself. Today’s to-do list was a long one and he needed to take the edge off before his anxiety and nerves kicked it. — — And if that meant drinking at 10am, so be it.

“ Excuse me?? “

Barrell glanced the girl over, looking for some kind of cop badge or a sigma along those lines. Something that screamed ‘ I may look cute, but I can get you for public intoxication ‘. When he found nothing a smirk tugged up the corner of his mouth.

“ Who said I was trying to cope with something?? “ The blonde teased, leaning his free arm on the back of the bench. The other rested comfortably around the unopened neck of the bottle. “ Maybe I’m having a little one man celebration– — Ever think of that?? “

“If you were celebrating, you’d’ve had a glass of wine,” she said. She gave him a glance and assessed his state. This poor boy looked heavily intoxicated and she felt like he needed immediate help. 

“If you could just put the drink down, I’d be happy to help you in any way I can. I’m a nurse and a strong Christian so if you need medical attention, or just someone to talk to I’m looking to help.”

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preaching in the park||open

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mighty-mitte:

Time was a concept. A concept thought up by human being. It baffled Mitte at times that people had self contained themselves so tightly within it’s constraints when they had the power to change them. That was the smart way to put it anyway, Mitte just didn’t really give a fuck if it was early or it was late, she fancied a drink.

It was a bottle of coconut rum, sure. But it had pineapple juice in it so it was basically a cocktail which meant it was acceptable at any hour of the day. It was warm, Mitte was feeling like a beach bum waking up by the lake every day, she just wanted to chill out.

Sometimes she did the same thing if she was staying in a town just for a day, but with straight vodka, just to see what adventures it would bring.

Speaking of adventure, here come a girl who looked like she’d be the exact opposite of one. “I don’t have any problems.” Mitte shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle. “I’m celebrating life and free will. Wanna join me?” Well, she could hold out hope. Maybe this girl was low-key wild.

Bonita shook her head at the poor girl. “No, sweetie,” she began, taking a deep breath, as she already had a speech planned out in her head. “Sure, alcohol may start out fun, but trust me, it can turn the best people into monsters.” She thought back to her senior year of high school. Her first party where she had a few drinks and was trashed. She couldn’t even remember her first kiss because she was trashed and apparently spent most of the night making out with Thomas in the downstairs bathroom. All of her troubles had stemmed from two things: Envy and alcohol.

But she couldn’t tell this stranger here about that, and Bo had to admit that she didn’t want to be such a downer. The girl was a lot like the Bo from the past. Carefree, but still stuck in her bubble of naivety. She chose the rest of her words carefully. “I’m not trying to be judgmental, okay? I know you think you’re having fun, but you’ll have a hangover at 2 o’clock and maybe you’ll realize you just wasted your money on a temporary fix to your problems.”

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preaching in the park||open

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oh-heartlessman:

To clarify, Howl was not drinking in the park on Sunday morning. Howl was coming back from his yoga class at Olympus gym, yoga mat tucked under his arm, strolling through the park because Sunday mornings in late spring, early summer (that time of year where the seasons blended into each other, you know, typical of early March, June, September, and December) were a prime time to collect ingredients. You got all sorts of things then—this particular strand of sunlight that was both nurturing and harsh, flowers that were both bold and shy, rushes of wind that had someplace to be.

He was just about to whip out his wand and collect the chattering of a squirrel, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a blonde girl talking to drunk Uncle Waldo on the park bench—she was just spilling with reagents—and a bunch of tricky little ones too: good intent with a slab of condescending nature, obliviousness, superiority masked by something that Howl usually described as “well gee whiz I just don’t know any better.” (Mel would say that was sincerity; it was funny how both things could exist in one person).

“Oh Uncle Waldo,” said Howl with a shake of the head, coming up behind the girl and facing the drunk older man. “Dear, dear…we should try to make sure he gets home all proper—probably stayed out all of last night if I had to guess.” He gave the girl a warm smile and extended a hand to Uncle Waldo, who merely groaned and slumped further in the bench.

“She’s a fit one, ennit she?” said Waldo, voice slurred, jabbing a finger towards the girl.

Howl glanced at her, sighing in a way that said “oh my this is inexcusable behavior and I apolgise for the actions of the fellow members of my sex.”

“Now, now Waldo,” he said. “That’s no way to talk about a girl who is trying to help you out.”

Bonita watched the exchange in happening in front of her, and she was glad that she now had a helping hand in her intervention. She was unfazed by the man’s perverted remarks. He was clearly inebriated and his fearless and abrasive attitude was just a cry for help. 

“Oh, this is your uncle? Bonita asked the man in front of her. Her mind was lit up with thoughts her religious convictions. She had never seen this man at her church before, but she was sure with a little nudging she could convince the two of them to give it a shot.

“At our church, we have a caring community that will lend a helping hand to anyone looking to get sober and back on track with the Lord. You know, I bet if your uncle Waldo had a friend to tag along with him, he would stick it out longer.”

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preaching in the park||open

The warm weather had been warming Bo’s spirits. She had a few ups and downs during the spring, but now it was almost fully summer and Bonita felt like she was leaving the negativity behind with the spring showers.

Sunday’s Pentecost celebration at church had given her a renewed sense of faith. She was really starting to like the new church, and since then she just felt like sharing her love for the Lord. 

On her morning walk, she usually didn’t see many people. However today there was a person sitting on a bench near the park. In their hand was clearly a bottle of liquor. Her convictions were taking hold of her, and without a second thought she was next to them. 

Her voice was a gentle caress and her sincerity shined through. She chose her words carefully. “There are healthier ways of coping with problems,” she began. “Alcohol is poison for the body and soul. But if you need help, or just someone to talk to, I can help.”

[buzzlightyearofstarcommand]

Slight Detour || Bonita and Buzz

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thebuzzightyear:

Buzz sat in silence as she disappeared again. Well, at least he was quiet, the rest of the world kept going on around him which was far beyond being quiet. He was thoroughly exhausted, his head hurt, but all he could think about was if the person he had brought in was going to be all right. Also that he didn’t like just sitting around waiting when he knew he could be doing something more effective with his time. 

When the nurse returned she wasn’t alone. He sat up when the doctor began doing the usual tests. Again, there she was saying he would be needing stitches. 

Reasoning that if he just complied it would make everything go quicker. They would be faster without his complaints and he would be able to leave to get back for paper work. And sleep. So he took in a long breath and nodded. “Let’s get this over with then.” 

Within a few minutes, all of the equipment and tools were compiled to do the stitches. Bonita numbed his forehead, and cleaned the blood from it a last time before the doctor began the sutures. She gauged the reactions of her patient as it happened. She was actively trying not to look at the stitching as much as possible. They made her just as queesy as anyone else. This is the reason I didn’t want to be an ER nurse, she complained to herself as she watched.

His clear nervousness was painted on the way he was sweating, yet his face never wavered as the stitches laced up his forehead.

[buzzlightyearofstarcommand]

Slight Detour || Bonita and Buzz

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thebuzzightyear:

He couldn’t hold back a wince as she pulled the cloth away. Buzz went to reach up, as if he was going to touch the wound, but thought better and quickly put his hands together. Intertwining his fingers to keep them from doing anything that would get him in more trouble with the nurse who didn’t seem phased by him in any way. 

“Stitches?” Buzz hadn’t expected it to be that bad. A scrape at the most, thinking she could just slap a bandage on it and he would be golden. But stitches? That meant more time spent here. “Are you sure?”

She felt his nerves rising as she mentioned stitches. She thought they were probably going to be needed, but since he was an officer and she didn’t want to be rude, she considered the liquid bandage option. After looking over the wound, she still thought stitches would be the only option. It was ultimately up to the doctor, but she didn’t want to get his hopes up. 

“I’m pretty sure you’ll need stitches, but let me just get the doctor in here to look at it, alright? I’ll just be a second.”

She jogged out the room and to the nurse’s station, and after watching all the doctors and nurses flutter around, she found the doctor assigned to her room. 

After having a quick chat, they both returned into the room and the doctor began examining his head, his eyes and his focus. “No sign of brain trauma,” she explained, “but you’re going to need some stitches.” 

Bonita began readying the equipment before the doctor had even given her instructions. 

[buzzlightyearofstarcommand]

Slight Detour || Bonita and Buzz

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thebuzzightyear:

All he managed to get out was a cut off, “Wha-?” before she put the cloth on the open wound. Like any kind of pain there’s a very short second that is calm and you think well, this isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But then the nervous system awakens and the copious amounts of stinging hit him. 

He managed to keep any cursing or outburst back, only letting a noisy breath through. Buzz gritted his teeth as he clenched his jaw and gripped the arms of the chair he was sitting in to keep from trying to push her hand away. When the stinging seemed to dull down he huffed a laugh, looking up at her. 

“Do you do that to all your patients or only the annoying ones?”

Bonita’s body flinched with his as the wound began to burn. She removed the wipe and examined the wound once more. She maintained their conversation as she was working, “No, unfortunately we have to sterilize all the wounds. And this one looks like it needs a few stitches, alright?” 

She didn’t wait for a response before she moved back to the computer and began to type in the request. “I can’t say for sure, but I’d say you’ll probably get about 4 stitches, maybe more, but it won’t be too bad.”

[buzzlightyearofstarcommand]

Slight Detour || Bonita and Buzz

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thebuzzightyear:

His mouth opened to argue again, but his brain finally kicked in. Obviously she wasn’t going to give up and he wasn’t going anywhere. If he just told her what she needed to know he would be able to get out of here sooner than later. And he would be out of her way. Not that moving first didn’t bother him, but he’d comply if it meant efficiency.

“Very well then. Buzz Lightyear and March 23rd, 1988.” He watched the driver be taken out of the room, before noticing what the nurse was doing. Pretty much working with one eye, he narrowed it at her hand. “What’s that for?” he asked, motioning towards the cloth in her hand.

Bonita took down the information as he spoke. She was a little bit surprised about his age, she had thought of him as  a little closer to her own... yet a little part of her brain was telling her all about how matured he would be in bed. The thought sent shivers down her neck. It reminded her of how sullied her body already was. How could anyone one else want her if she hardly wanted herself?

But Bonita was working and she didn’t have time to dwell on the past. “This is going to disinfect the wound, she said, as she pushed the cloth up to his face and braced herself for his reaction.

[buzzlightyearofstarcommand]

Slight Detour || Bonita and Buzz

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thebuzzightyear:

It wasn’t often that someone argued with Buzz Lightyear. The occasional suspect or witness would back talk him and then of course his parents, but that was it. In the end he usually won because he was the boulder in the river that was just too heavy to be moved and the other force would tire out before he budged. This time, it seemed, the ground beneath him was giving. He was tired, finally feeling how tired his limbs were and the throbbing in his head. 

Again, he allowed himself to be moved by her, slowly sitting back down when she didn’t give him any room to step away from the chair. There was both a bit of awe and annoyance in his stare, but it probably didn’t look like much as the majority of his face was either covered with the gauze or the hand that was still holding it in place. 

“I’m going to have to disagree with you, ma’am,” he replied. “I know you’re just trying to do your job, but I can assure you this is nothing. There’s no need for…anything further.” 

She shook her head. “Don’t you move another muscle... please.” Bonita had almost let her adrenaline and the caffeine get the best of her, but she stayed polite to the officer, even as she stood her ground. “Now sir, could I have your name and date of birth?”

She dabbed a pad with alcohol as she was waiting for a response. “Please, I have other patients I have to check on, I just need the information.” As they were talking, a group of assistants began to help cart the man in the gurney out of the room, and probably in for a brain scan. At least that situation is being cared of, she thought to herself as she readied the alcohol cloth.

[jennysgoodcompany-deactivated20]

A Little Bit Blunt ||Spring Festival || (Jenny & Open)

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jennysgoodcompany:

“A nurse? That’s incredible! Your parents must be very proud, I’m still a student but I know for a fact that being a nurse is a super hard job and just to be able to pull it off must mean that you’re pretty great at what you do.” Jenny’s parents had always particularly praised the medical industry. The no-magic policies made it so that they always knew that they were getting the best quality of care, and Jenny couldn’t help but think that her parents were right. 

She glanced down briefly at her phone, still no message from Winston. “I don’t think I could ever be a nurse, I’m far too clumsy for a job like that.”

Humble, shy Bonita could hardly handle the praise she was receiving. She nodded her head awkwardly as she listened to the girl ramble. “I’ve been going to school and interning the past four years, so I thought I knew what it was like to have a busy schedule.. but it really is a lot of time working, constantly on my feet. But it’s not hard getting used to it.”

She would have to go home and hop into the shower and bed really soon. Getting out of the house had been fun, despite her inner distractions and physical exhaustion.

[buzzlightyearofstarcommand]

Slight Detour || Bonita and Buzz

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thebuzzightyear:

Buzz moved the gauze to one hand in order to have a free hand for the nurse’s information. He looked up, a little bit out of his element in that moment. Blaming it on the adrenaline high he had just fallen from he was moving to her command before his brain could catch up with everything going on. He was still half focused on if the driver was going to be alright or not. He sat down hard on the edge of the chair when given the order.“But I don’t-” he started, watching as she, once again, walked off.  

Around him he could hear life moving on within the hospital while he was at a stand still. Or, sit still. He could feel the sting of his wound now and, with a deep frown, obliged to yet another one of the nurse’s orders. Cautiously he pressed the gauze to his head. His eyes flicked down to the paper she had given him, scanning over the information briefly before tucking it into his breast pocket. 

She reappeared without missing a step, as he had seemed to be since the moment he entered the building. “This is really not necessary. Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine,” Buzz tried, moving to stand back up again. 

Bonita stood in the way of the officer as he tried to stand up. It was her duty to help this officer, and she was going to be doing her best work. Bonita had a strong respect for law enforcement, and she was sure he wasn’t going to be leaving without at least a liquid bandage. 

“Just relax, sir, everything is under control, I’ve just got some paperwork to fill out and everything will be fine.” 

Her patient was still unconscious, but he was stable and it seemed that there was no immediate threat. Most of the hype in the room had died down, replaced by a single doctor performing an exam, and her. She would have only a few more minutes before she had to check on the other patients, so as much as she wanted to make small talk with the officer and make sure he was given the best quality treatment, everything would depend on how busy she became. 

“I’m sorry, sir, I can have a doctor check you out in a few minutes but first I need you to answer a few questions. Can you tell me your name and date of birth?”

[buzzlightyearofstarcommand]

Slight Detour || Bonita and Buzz

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thebuzzightyear:

Buzz blinked at the woman in front of him. His eyebrows rose closer to his hair line as he watched her walk away and return with what looked like-. Yep that was gauze, he concluded when they were put in his hands. He looked down at it, not entirely sure what to do with them until his eyes caught the blood on his hand. He returned his eyes back to the woman. “Thank you, but I’m fine.” Or he would be whenever he got home. Probably. There were people that needed more attention than him, a minor cut would last until he could look at it in the mirror when he got home. “There is no need to waste your supplies on me.”

“No, I don’t. They were in a car accident. I didn’t have time to ask.” Buzz glanced back over his shoulder to where the driver was being whisked off in a mob of people dressed in scrubs. When they disappeared from sight his eyes moved to the remainder of the scene. Doctors, nurses, and patients littered around every corner of the place. He knew hospitals were crazy, both happiness and sadness floating from room to room. 

“Sorry to waste your time. I’m sure they’ll be able to tell you when they’re in better condition,” he said with a curt nod. 

Bonita scribbled vital signs off the nearby computer screen as she talked, taking note of his low blood pressure and his pulse. He had a head injury so he would probably be taken to get a scan fairly quickly.

“Okay, well, I’m the nurse that you alert when you find an ID,” she explained. She wrote down her name and desk extension number on a pad and as she handed it to him, she noticed his head was still bleeding just as hard as before. She shook her head and she grabbed a chair. “You need to sit down and hold this gauze to your head...” Bonita looked around the room, but there wasn’t a single other nurse that wasn’t busy. “Well just sit here a moment..” She pressed her hand against his chest to make her point. 

“You’re going to have to be admitted, just give me a second to get another paper...” she jogged out of the room and to the nurse’s station to grab another triage paper. As she was working, she pondered how much she hated working the emergency department. The screaming and the trauma was too much for Bonita to handle. And seeing this poor officer, being injured on-duty and still trying to do his job, it just didn’t seem fair that this was happening. 

She made it back into the room and looked down at her clipboard. The poor officer now had two sheets of questions to answer. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to need you name and date of birth,” 

[buzzlightyearofstarcommand]

Slight Detour || Bonita and Buzz

@bonitapeeps

Today was one of those that really put into perspective just what a ‘bad day’ was. It had been nonstop for him since the moment he woke up. Nothing had seemed to go right by his usual standards. The little things, like getting pen ink on his uniform that probably wouldn’t come out or the ‘sticky keys’ pop up that had been plaguing the computer screen all day, had seemed to add up. Minor inconveniences that usually would have gone all but ignored just seemed to bog everything down. (Maybe it wasn’t the worst of the worst, but to him things were getting out of hand.) 

And then, to top off everything, he was on out patrol when a car accident took place. It was a disaster of a scene, the car’s front was smashed against a tree and on fire while the driver was trapped inside. He managed to break the window and pull them out, bringing them out to the road away from the vehicle. The ambulance and fire truck pulled up a few minutes later. The EMT’s got them on a stretcher, unsure of the total damage but not willing to take any chances. The driver clutched Buzz’s hand when they started to pull them away to the ambulance. Instead of fighting them he decided it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he road with them to the hospital.

When they arrived he walked as far as they would allow him to go and promised the driver everything was fine and he’d be there when they got out. Sighing, exhausted now that the initial adrenaline wore off, but unwilling to admit such a thing, he moved to run a hand over his forehead. Flinching back when he felt the familiar sting of pain. He brought his hand back to look more clearly only to find blood. The window, he thought with a frown, must have caught him when he was pulling the driver from their seat. 

Buzz looked up, letting his hand fall back to his side, and turned when he realized someone was trying to get his attention. He raised his eyebrows in question, “I’m sorry?”

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Bonita was at the hospital working as usual, but she was put on ER duty for the day. She was getting trained for different departments, and she was honestly hoping to see a promotion in her future. This was the busiest part of the hospital, and Bonita was really straining to keep up with all the hype and the stress. She was having trouble even keeping herself heard over the yelling children, scuttling stretchers and the clicking of shoes rushing around. 

She was put on rooms 8-12 for the day, and a new patient had just arrived on a stretcher, pushed by EMT and a single police officer. The patient was unconscious, so it was up to her to get information from the officer. Quiet as a mouse, she tapped on the officer’s shoulder. She was equipped with a pen, clipboard and the standard checklist of questions for incoming patients. She already had doctors surrounding the patient, checking his vitals and examining him. 

 The officer turned around, and she noticed the blood on his forehead. She frowned. She hated blood and head wounds always bled the most. “Oh, just a second-” she ran over to the cupboards to the left of them and she grabbed a handful of gauze. She gave them to him. “I’m sorry, you should probably get checked out but I have to ask you a few questions about the patient, I’m sorry but could you tell me if you know their name and date of birth?

[exsgttibbs]

First Day || Open

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exsgttibbs:

“It was - it was great, actually, yeah.” He nodded, giving her a small smile. Thought it had technically been work, travelling the world with a group of people he had considered family had felt like a holiday at times - despite the twinge in his lower back, it was an experience he didn’t regret.

“Germany’s pretty nice.” He smiled. “I spent a few months there a couple of years ago. And Wales is pretty great too - the countryside is gorgeous.”

He stepped into the elevator after her, moving behind her so that when the doors opened again, she could step out and lead the way.

“So far it’s pretty nice.” He said. “I haven’t gotten around town too much, but it seems nice. How are you liking it? You’ve probably seen a bit more than I have.”

“I love Swynlake so far,” Bonita explained. “It’s a pretty... liberal town, but you can hardly notice if you stay away from the night scene. I come from a really small country town, so it’s been a bit of a shock for me to get used to all these different types of people, you know?” The magicks, the foreigners, the homosexuals, it was all weird to get used to, but none of them had proved as dangerous as her parents had made them out to be. In fact, sometimes she forgot they were anything other than normal people.

The elevator stopped as she was talking, and she stepped outside. They were almost to the doors of the surgical unit, and Bonita had a feeling she wasn’t going to be able to talk to this man much more in the future. Despite how much she wanted to get to know him more, she believed it would be too forward of her to ask for a number. 

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Berlioz vs The Poll  || OPEN

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ber-bonfamille:

My mother says feminism is anti-God.

Berlioz didn’t even know what to do with that.

Took him a second then, a second of starin’ at her with his mouth slightly open like he’d misheard her or maybe it was the pot doin’ funny things to his head but…no, no she was being perfectly serious. “Er…” he uttered. “Uh… um, just a… handful– it talks about rights for women. Y’know, like– voting and uh, reproductive rights and equal pay and maternal and paternal leave… stuff like that.”

Stuff that was, apparently, anti-God. The thought made Ber snort outta the blue and laugh– he cut himself off and turned it into an awkward cough into the back of his head. “Sorry, sorry, somethin’ in my throat.”

Bonita shook her head. She wasn’t upset, because she knew this boy was just doing his schoolwork and he wasn’t doing any harm, but she had to disagree with him about what feminism was. Although many girls think of it as liberating, it was actually just a distraction from God and an excuse to be unholy. 

“No no, I don’t need any of that,” she said. “I’m just staying focused on God.”

[selfxawarexintelligence-blog]

Activation | Open

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selfxawarexintelligence:

“Good day, my name is Barry Maxwell.” He introduced himself. When she asked for another fact, he smiled lightly and straightened up to provide her with the requested information. In the meantime, he was also browsing her results.

“Apples are also an excellent natural way to remain saturated and energized over long periods of time. Perfect for working people, but also everyone who’d like a constant blood sugar level, which is generally recommended as it prefents ravenousness and thus would be a mandatory component of a diet to achieve weight loss.”

Not that she needed it. He tilted his head again then. Delighted to find that he didn’t find anything concerning. “I am glad to inform you that your condition does not require for any special treatments. You are fit as fiddle.”

She squinted her eyes in confusion at his words. Fit as a fiddle, what could he have meant by that? 

Bonita decided to press his comments, but she did so in the most polite way possible. She kind of just wanted to blurt out what the heck do you mean? but she didn’t want to frighten the person.

“Oh, yeah, my mother used to tell me all the time that I needed to put weight on, but I’ve never had any problems with my health because of it. But what did you mean by that... you said you didn’t find anything concerning?”

[jennysgoodcompany-deactivated20]

A Little Bit Blunt ||Spring Festival || (Jenny & Open)

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jennysgoodcompany:

When was the last time she had done something like this? Just gone out and talked to someone new? Jenny couldn’t remember. She didn’t think that her father’d be thrilled to hear that she’d been talking to strangers, but really, after you introduced yourself you weren’t strangers anymore. This wasn’t some odd lady, this was Bo. It was totally fine. 

“Oh! An apartment? That’s so cool! My family has an apartment in London and it’s the coolest thing ever. We don’t really go as much anymore but we still have it. I’ve heard great things about the apartments here, though.” A pause, albeit brief. “You’re from Wales? I don’t think I’ve ever met someone from Wales before. Oh, I’ve never been there either, but my dad says it’s beautiful. I know he’s been there for business a couple times. Did you move here to work?” 

Bonita nodded. As she talked, it seemed more and more obvious that Jenny was wealthy. Bonita also came from a well-off family, but she was taught that it was God’s wishes for her to be humble and kind. “Yeah,” she began. “My apartment is larger than I was expecting...”

She gleamed at the mention of work. Despite the long hours and the early mornings, she loved her job. She was helping so many people, after all, by giving them the best service she could and by wearing a smiling face even around the most saddening situations.

“Yeah, I’m a nurse. The pay at the hospital is pretty good here. And the facility is so clean and modern. My job is the best part of living here,” she said and she giggled a little after to dull the depressing reality of the situation. She was lame. She lived for work.