I own the OCs and…. Yep that's about it

Her alarm clock blared openly at its pre-set time. 4:30 a.m. Through the window that hung lazily on the wall across from where she was presently sleeping, only more darkness filtered in, no light. The sun was yet to wake, and there would certainly be no roasters hollering anytime soon. It was only on very rare occasions that the owner of said alarm clock cursed, but today, and at the moment, she dreaded 100% getting up. Groaning out a curse and a fake crying fit, she finally couldn't stand the sound.

Morning person she was not, but when her mind was put to something, and she felt passionately about something she stopped at nothing to achieve whatever need to be done, and right now, she passionately wanted to destroy the ringing monstrosity that woke her. Luckily, self restraint was also high on her list of attributes.

Pulling herself out of bed, she groggily wiped her eyes, silently thanking the heavens she remembered to remove her eye makeup the night prior. Last night, a long, tiresome night she was never going to forget.

Forty-five emergency surgeries,

FORY-FIVE,

It was one of the most unusual evenings she has even experienced. She was a trauma doctor, and had little experience with sugary, but she was not going to lie, she kicked A. Technically, she wasn't qualified to perform a simple surgery, let alone the intense and argent ones she did, but a retired surgeon gave her instructions, and she did what she was told almost flawlessly. Almost being the key. She made a few mistakes, and only killed one person, but he had flat lined in the ambulance and there was, really, no hope.

The death she could deal with, she had been for the last seven years, and she would continue to do so, deal with it, that is. She knew how to be merciful and emotional, not cold and stiff like most medical professionals, but she also knew how to shove down her emotions and move on to the next patient.

After she let her mind wonder back to what was mere hours ago, she pulled the comforter from her body and instantly regretted it. It was cold, oh so cold, and the fact she had been previously covered with an electric blanket, and was warm, and bundled up, it was a significant change in temperature.

Putting that out of her mind, she made a beeline for the bathroom, swiftly taking the towel placed nearby in her arms.

She ran a lazy hand through her hair, and fought to keep her eyes open. A sudden thought struck her, she forgot everything was packed. She hated moving, always had, even as a child. But this just added to the numerous reasons why.

Sighing deeply, she realized she was only in her bear necessities. Nothing flashy, just simple cotton top and bottom (no pun intended). What did she do to deserve this? Again, a sigh escaped her lips, and she made a quick mental check to try and find what box she had placed her shampoo, soap, and razor in.

Crap,

She needed to shave, another reason she had woken so early. Scanning in her head what she put in each box and where she placed them was almost impossible at this time of the morning. Angrily she rubbed a hand over face, placing her towel on the tiled countertop that incased her sink.

Cautiously yet calmly, she opened the door, almost immediately blasted with a stream of cool air that made her involuntarily shiver. She just had to sleep with a fan at night. It wasn't necessarily a necessity, but it helped her fall asleep faster.

Stepping gingerly around the emptied room, she found the box she was searching for. Her scribbled writing stated toiletries. Most people would say her hand writing was illegible, but she would only smirk and, say 'I'm a doctor, it comes with the territory.'

Quickly she opened the unsealed box and retrieved what was required for a legitimate shower. Gathering everything in her arms, she ran back to her bathroom, almost tripping on occasion from the scattered containers lying about.

Stepping out of the shower relaxed, and with a disposition, she dried her hair without great care, after all, this was simply the first day of her week trip.

The sounds of the busied streets blared in her ears, it seemed to odd that she would be leaving it all, but she knew it was for the best. Looking about at all the people she had met and established relations that she felt would last a lifetime, she said goodbye. Never one to be emotional about these kinds of things, she simply hugged a few women, and shook the hands of a few men, and was on her way.

All in all, she only had three boxes left with her, the rest (all 6 others) had been already sent to the airport. They would accompany her to California where she would pack up her apartment, and head to the great city of Gotham. She was quite ecstatic, however, it was drowned out by the fact she was leaving.

Africa, she would miss it, the causality of the place would be something she felt to be found only there.

"Die hele vlug na San Francisco, Kalifornië, VAS nou instap in die hek 7" that was her flight.

Walking with the few remaining boxes she had, she headed to gate 7 to board her flight.

After much waiting in line, she finally got nestled tightly into her seat, it wasn't that she didn't have room, but more so because she did, placing her boxes in both the seats next to her, she mentally claimed them as her own.

All seemed to work out fine, she emotions in check, and her boxes all accounted for, but there was something nagging her in the back of her mind, she felt like she was being watched. That was odd, but she pushed past it, still, she kept an eye out for any suspicious activity near her.

"Dankie vir verbind ons vandag, ons sal vertrek binnekort, en dankie vir die keuse van Afrika Noord"

Everyone fastened their seatbelts, and waited for the kick of the engine. Looking out the window, she finally realized why she felt she was being watched, because she was. Looking through the small square glass, she saw the family she held closest to her heart. A smile lit up her whole face as she watched them wave, and the little boy in his red shirt begin to cry. She smiled, and waved back, but before they started moving she raised her hands and with them made the shape of a heart. The little boy did the same, he smiled slightly, but it did not stop the tears from coursing down his face.

Saying goodbye was emotional, but keeping her emotions in check, she watched from high in the sky, the country she called home for the last five years fade away into the clouds.

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