Sleep deprivation has real, serious health effects. Fiona has told this to various patients over the years after they’ve suffered injuries or otherwise due to the nonsensicality brought on from sleep deprivation. It should be no surprise to anyone that she does not follow her own advice. A stray lock of blonde hair hovers momentarily each time Fiona exhales, on the brink of a snore. She’s sat at the nurses station, forty minutes past the end of her shift but insistent upon doing some charting before walking out the doors. At least that was her intention. Instead, she is sleeping, the nights spent staring at family photos and doing online ancestry research catching up to her now. She’s contentedly unconscious -- that is, until she suddenly starts awake just in time to see someone frowning at her. Oh, no. “Dr. Lockhart!” Fiona shoots to her feet, unsure why she’s done it as soon as she’s standing, but it’s too late to sit back down now. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t usually... you know... sleep on the job.” She’s turning redder by the minute, shaking her head. “I’m so embarrassed... and I’m so sorry. Is there something you need?”
