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[enthusiasticclouds-sally]

Empath in Training || Sweet Doll

@doctor-sweet

That day Sally had gone to the hospital, she had thought she would returning back home with some medication of sorts that would help alleviate the alarming headaches she’s been getting. They were becoming debilitating and would keep her locked up in her place all so that she could avoid one from starting. 

It was no way to live. Her whole life had consisted of isolation, she wanted an end to it. 

Instead, she ended up with something better, help! Somehow for once, luck had took pity on her and she managed to meet someone who could actually help her with the root of it all: her magic. 

This was the sole reason the red head was back at Swynlake General Hospital waiting outside of it’s double doors. Daniel stood beside her as always, his presence steadfast and comforting something the ginger had come to rely on more and more each day. She smiled over to him, her dearest friend. 

“It’ll get better soon.” 

Sally had to believe that, if anything for her sanity, she had too. Her visions had gotten better (controlling wise anyways) then this could too. Just then whom she had been waiting for came out of the double doors, Sally’s smile growing wider.  

“Hi.... umm thank you so much for umm for this again... really... I really appreciate it.” 

[enthusiasticclouds-sally]

Should I Stay or Should I Go?|| Sweet Doll

@doctor-sweet

The Winter had came and entered and it has done nothing to quell Sally’s headaches. It had actually been a hope the redhead was holding onto, that the cold would lessen at least a little of them. She had grown so very use to the cold that she figured the familiarity would help numb things down in her head.

It hadn’t. 

Sally knew the main reason for her headaches was her magic. The constant influx of the emotions from both the living and the dead. It would give anyone a consistent migraine, and it wasn’t an easy one. Sally was living in a constant painful throb within her head. It felt like a vice grip with a personal marching band passing on through on top of it. 

This wasn’t a way to live, even Daniel had mentioned some concern about it. 

And so now, Sally was deciding whether or not she should head to the doctors to see if that route could help assist in making things a little better for her. After a while of thinking through the pros and cons, the red head found herself entering the hospital. She was looking for the ER, but had gotten lost along the way. She was sure the throbbing migraine hadn’t helped matters. Looking around, the ginger finally got a hold of a stranger tapping on the man’s shoulder.

“I-I umm I’m sorry.... I uhh I got lost... t-trying to find the ER... umm do you well h-happen to know w-where it is...?”

[sweetheart-minnie]

Happy Birthday!! || Sweet Mouse

@doctor-sweet

Minnie had been busing herself in the kitchen moving from cabinets to drawers, all to bake a cake from scratch. She loved baking and had learned the art of cakes at a very young age. It was something she use to do with her mother when she was alive. The cake mixture was finally completed and Minnie poured it evenly into the cake pan, popping it right into the oven.

While that went along baking, the brunette started getting ready for work. She slipped on some scrubs, propped her hair up in a usual messy bun and placed on some sneakers. 

Once the cake was finished baking, Minnie took her time decorating it with frosting. The cake was for Joshua as it was his birthday and so the brunette made sure that it was all decorated in his favorite colors. It was a very surgeon-like decorated cake, but she knew Joshua would love it. 

Minnie had managed to sneak the cake in the hospital, placing it in the break room. Like everyone else, he was working on his birthday so the break room will simply have to do. She really didn’t have much for decorations, but she had brought some plastic plates that had “Happy Birthday” written all over them as well as some candles. A birthday cake wasn’t complete without candles! 

Thankfully, the night wasn’t chaotic and so Minnie was able to find the surgeon pretty easily. He was hunched over some charts when she popped up in front of him a bright smile on her features. 

“Dr. Sweet, do you have a minute?” 

[sweetheart-minnie]

Patient Discussion || Sweet Mouse

@doctor-sweet

Minnie was having a manageable night. She was floated off to one of the medical-surgical floor and had a decent patient assignment. Her patients have all been lovely thus far, each with their own complication that the brunette wished she could heal each of them out of. It was one of the hardest parts of her job, having to read the patients’ chart and know everything about their diagnosis, their chances and prognosis. 

As a nurse she had to learn how to stomach it all, especially reading through one of her patient’s current chart, one in which she has had before when previously floated to this floor.

She knew she wasn’t suppose to have favorite patients, per say, but Mr. Crowley was a sprightly elderly male that knew how to bring a bright smile on Minnie’s features and completely lift her mood. He had such a light in his eyes, a shimmering one that shined every time she went in even when she had to keep poking him to grab some blood, play with his foley to make sure it wasn’t kinked and drained properly, and constantly re-asses him, particularly about his pain to make sure it was being properly managed.

The horrible thing was, Mr. Crowley seemed to still be deteriorating, which isn’t uncommon for someone diagnosed with stage 3 Pancreatic cancer that however didn’t mean that it wasn’t sadly weighing on Minnie. 

The brunette had entered the vending machines hoping to grab a soda to lift some of her spirits when she saw a familiar face enter the room. 

“Dr. Sweet, not coming to grab a soda as well are you?”   

[sweetheart-minnie]

A Code in Process || Sweet Mouse

@doctor-sweet

When you arrive at your shift, normally one doesn’t assume that it would go down for the worse. Granted, Minnie has learned thus far that you can’t exactly assume everything would go well and dandy in the hospital.

Most times it never did.

But, all in all, at least a code wasn’t what anyone wanted to have on their to-do-list for their night shift, especially not Minnie. Today, Minnie had been floated over to the Operating Room where she stood in for several surgeries already circulating through the varies typse of nurses required. For this particular surgery, however, she was assigned as the RN first assistant. 

It was to be a normal surgical procedure and Minnie had already prepped the patient pre-op and was helping transport move her via stretcher to her assigned room. Everything was going smooth as it ought to be and Minnie was even chatting it up with the patient, calming her nerves, answering any questions she may have, and speaking very well about her surgeon whom Minnie found she enjoyed working under the times she was able to do so.

And suddenly in the span of a minute.... it all went down hill. 

The patient’s eyes rolled back, skin went pale as a ghost and she became unresponsive. In a quick ten second assessment Minnie determined the patient had stopped breathing and had could find no pulse. Before she knew it, the brunette found herself over the patient immediately starting compressions and yelling orders to the transport team telling them to find the surgeon, grab an AED/crash cart and dial the hospital’s emergency number. 

Yeap, nothing like a code in the middle of a hall way.