DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, except a massive debt for my education. Oh and a newly acquired bowling pin.
"How much of human life is lost in waiting?"
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Emily rubbed her tired eyes and squinted through the bright light. Her gaze fell upon the infernal machine before her, it was doing it's job, but not well enough for her liking. Another machine beeped somewhere in the room and she tuned it out, it was just another reminder of how long she had been here.
She sighed, it felt like she had been in this tiny room for months now, looking at the same scene before her. She was alone in this hell. And Reid, where was he? What was he doing to help the situation? Nothing. He was unconscious, totally unaware of the pain she was feeling, unaware that her faith in modern science was fading. She hated him for leaving her in this situation. She swore if he ever woke up she'd beat him within an inch of his life.
She heard another beep, she still didn't know which machine it came from but she hoped it wasn't important, this situation was new to her. She glared into the bright light and mumbled about how sterile the room felt and how it lacked a personal touch.
She turned her attention back to her sworn enemy: the toaster. It was ancient, it looked older than Spencer himself.
"ARGH!" she screamed as the toast popped out unexpectedly.
In the bedroom Spencer woke with a smile, "Breakfasts ready" he said as he slid out of bed.
"To stay ahead, you must have your next idea waiting in the wings"
Rosabeth Moss Kanter
Ok, so that was just a bit of fun. Largely based around something that happened to me this morning, so nothing too groundbreaking.