"Hazardous condition," she scoffed, glaring down at the blue paper in her hand. "Hazardous condition? Really? Me? Sheesh. Snap at someone once or twice or fall asleep in a meeting and they suddenly declare you unfit for duty." Her glare turned to the puppy at her side, who only looked up at her with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. His odd grin only made her smirk slightly. Something about the fuzzy little thing made any situation better, she thought.
But still, the paper in her hand really made the situation suck and its mere presence was the reason her keys to her station, firehouse, and lab had been confiscated.
"Here we go, huh, Ruslan? Putting it off won't do anything to help. The faster this is dealt with, the faster we can get back to work, pup."
She reached out and knocked on the door in front of her. She'd been behind the door before many times, from friendly visits to simple welfare checks to tea and coffee. Hell, she'd even been behind it to fix him up. Being behind it as a patient was another story and a terrifying one at that... for some reason, anyway.
"This must be what it feels like to be the injured friend of a medic," she muttered and pushed the door open just enough to lean in and hold the paper up for him to see.
"Aloha, doctor! Um, hey... you have a little bit of time to spare?"