Hello! I blog about my mental health journey at katiesnook.com. For creative endeavors, I tend to focus on fantasy and occasional dabbling in poetry.
Waiting Pale lilac eyes went dark. She didn’t need the display to stay live in order to see, but they made the patients feel more at ease. The waiting room was quiet and empty, which suited her just fine. She hummed softly to herself as she focused on the task at hand. Florence Model 1.9-10-000000 had been assigned report duty today, while her fellow 9-10-Gals aided the doctors in the back. This hospital, though in the heart of the city, was small and at times seemed over-staffed. Today she was glad that they had no pressing need of her. Her lips twitched into a secret smile since she knew the peace wouldn‘t last for much longer. She sensed that it would begin here soon, and she would be all too busy for a few weeks. She hummed to herself as she connected to her office computer, uploading the notes from the few patients she had assisted today. Her focus split between the task at hand and remembering how the increased workload she expected soon began with her first trip overseas less than a month ago. She had left her home for Moscow after Dr. Anthony’s funeral. The trip was brief, followed by her uneventful return to the United States.
Jules landed on her feet, hauling her bag behind her as she exited the shoot. Keeping her mask in place, she beelined for the nearest decontamination station. She entered her identification code on the provided tablet and waited while her information was processed. Swiping quickly through the verification process, she huffed out a breath when the doors in front of her finally opened. She entered the first station and shifted from foot to foot repeatedly as she was blasted with the initial cleansing mist, watching as it coalesced and drained through the floor. “You would think they would have fixed the timing on these older models by now...didn’t the newest rep say they were going to be upgrading the stations at this port until new models could be installed? Eh, whatever.” Jules shrugged and shook her head, following the automated instructions to proceed to the next stage. When she was through the final stage, she snorted out a laugh as she waved at the appraiser on the other side of the wall. “Heya, Clay, didn’t know you were working Sector 7’s port this week. How’s the family?”