Morning Blues [Open]

A nudge on Melissa’s shoulder made her jump from her thoughts and she turned and smiled as one of her fellow nurses handed her a cup of coffee, just the way she liked it. ”Thanks Mary,” she responded as she held the hot paper cup in her hands, warming them. She tried to wipe away the memories that she was just wrist deep in someone’s body trying to stop their bleeding, but it didn’t work. They died on the table. Everyone at Beacon Hills Memorial knew that it wasn’t anyone’s fault when a patient died on the operating table, but more often than not, many nurses and doctors blamed themselves. Melissa didn’t blame herself, she just knew it was a shame that there was nothing that could have been done further to save that poor soul whose name she didn’t even know. She felt horrible.

Then, a male nurse walked past Melissa and Mary and down the hallway towards the front doors. The two nurses looked at each other a moment before she shrugged her shoulders and looked at her computer, trying to see if she had any new e-mails or anything else that she needed to check on, patient records, schedules and whatnot. It wasn’t long though before the nurse walked through the doors again with another female with him. Melissa paused before the man looked at her, telling her with his eyes that she was supposed to come over to deal with the apparently unruly female patient. Melissa bit back a groan as she sipped at her coffee once, then twice and set it down. She stood up, and made her way towards the patient, tossing her hair back and smiling at the girl.

As Melissa arrived, she paused. The young woman looked familiar…very familiar, but she pushed that thought away. She had work to do. ”Hi, I’m Nurse McCall, or Melissa, if you’d like. Do you know what happened to you?” She asked, hoping she had merely fallen down or something. She could only hope. The last thing Melissa liked doing were sexually abuse kits. She hated them, and usually Sheriff Stilinski was not far behind wanting to know the results of the kit and any DNA samples that could be retrieved so he could lock down the scum bag that thought that it was okay to do something like that in his town. On the plus side, the guy was usually caught, on the negative side, it still had happened and Melissa didn’t enjoy hearing about anything like that, or doing the kits that needed to be done. There was a moment of silence. "Would you like to go into a private room so you're more comfortable? She finally asked.

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The nurse gazed at the woman before her, waiting for her answer to moving to a different room. The female nodded in response to her question before Melissa gently helped her up, placing a hand under her good arm, and leading her towards an empty room. As they walked towards one, she wracked her brain, trying to figure out where she knew this woman from. Where had she seen her before? She didn’t know but she knew she wasn’t a native to Beacon Hills. Then again, neither was she. She was once a stranger to this town all the same, Raphael had lived here but she hadn’t. Still, she grew to love it, especially after her son was born.

Melissa made it to the room and opened the door, pushing it open gently before allowing the woman to enter. She stepped into the room after her and closed the door behind her. Most would knock before entering so all would be well. Melissa then looked over at the woman again, who told her that her name was Carina and that they had met at the grocery store. That was when it clicked in. Immediately memories filled Melissa’s mind. She was the one who couldn’t figure out the difference between jelly and jam, yes, she remembered now and was about to express how she had when the woman mentioned her son and Stiles in the same sentence.

Immediately Mama McCall was, well, in Mama Mode. She tensed and looked at the woman, eyes narrowed a bit before the woman further explained herself, stating that she was like her son. Instantly, Melissa understood what she was going for and sighed a bit. ”Of course you are. You know, it’s amazing how many of you I run in to on a regular basis,” she stated as she ran her hands through her long, curly tresses. How was this even possible? How in the world was she supposed to explain this to the male nurse if he walked in to check on her? Damn werewolves made her life a pain in the ass.

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