Doctor's P.O.V.
I sat shaking in the employee lounge from what i just witnessed. Then the nurse came over and gave me my comfort toast. It was just slighty toasted with beurre and grain de raisin, raisin jelly. My comfort pain grillé can do wonders to me in a situation like so. So i sat eating, waiting for their activity to be done and over with. The nurse who fixed me my comfort toast, Gena, sat suivant to me. He brown hair in a high poney with her chin length bangs not quite long enough to fit dangling in her face. Her brown eyes was focused on her 12:30 am coffee with french vanilla flavoring that she brings from home. She occansionally makes bars ou biscuits, cookies for the whole staff. She once had all the staff over for dîner at her now ex husbands mansion. She cooked everything that was on that table. Ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, turkey gravy, ham gravy, creamed corn, and yams. She also made dessert which was citrouille pie, pomme pie, vanilla pudding, chocolat pudding, and homemade ice cream. She gave take accueil left overs for the people that liked it and wanted more. Everyone took some home. Even the ones on a diet. That dîner was 2 days before thankgiving if toi can't tell the season. My thoughts were inturupted par Gena asking "What?" I thought for a moment, i was staring at her the whole time. I turned away and a dit "Nothing" And thought of what happened in room 203, ou Miss Courtney's room, and started to shake and nibbled on my comfort toast.
A/N:I know its only the doctors pov but i had a good reason for it. i needed a bridge for the suivant one.
I sat shaking in the employee lounge from what i just witnessed. Then the nurse came over and gave me my comfort toast. It was just slighty toasted with beurre and grain de raisin, raisin jelly. My comfort pain grillé can do wonders to me in a situation like so. So i sat eating, waiting for their activity to be done and over with. The nurse who fixed me my comfort toast, Gena, sat suivant to me. He brown hair in a high poney with her chin length bangs not quite long enough to fit dangling in her face. Her brown eyes was focused on her 12:30 am coffee with french vanilla flavoring that she brings from home. She occansionally makes bars ou biscuits, cookies for the whole staff. She once had all the staff over for dîner at her now ex husbands mansion. She cooked everything that was on that table. Ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, turkey gravy, ham gravy, creamed corn, and yams. She also made dessert which was citrouille pie, pomme pie, vanilla pudding, chocolat pudding, and homemade ice cream. She gave take accueil left overs for the people that liked it and wanted more. Everyone took some home. Even the ones on a diet. That dîner was 2 days before thankgiving if toi can't tell the season. My thoughts were inturupted par Gena asking "What?" I thought for a moment, i was staring at her the whole time. I turned away and a dit "Nothing" And thought of what happened in room 203, ou Miss Courtney's room, and started to shake and nibbled on my comfort toast.
A/N:I know its only the doctors pov but i had a good reason for it. i needed a bridge for the suivant one.
