Nine pm and she had only woke up. A short nap cut short by the loudest alarm clock she was ever given to hear was the only sleep she had in 2 days. At ten, she left the apartment, took the bus, went to the top floor, as usual, and got to the hospital after a short ride. She enjoyed feeling the breeze in her hair as it lasted.
She is no nurse, nor doctor, not even a patient. She simply sits at the front desk and serves people. Just before she took her shift that night, she poured two coffees and brought one to her friend, who was also on nightshift that day.
"As pale as ever." her friend said.
"And you are as fresh as a daisy! I don't ever get to see the bloody sunlight with this job, no wonder I don't get a tan."
"I was not talking about that kind of paleness, but I'll do as you were not hiding something from me. And don't use "bloody": you're not allowed, French girl. "
Dear Emma: always wondering what's in the head of everyone. Must be the reason why she took this job; everyone is here to tell her whatever is wrong with them.
A client arrived, suffering from an intense rash all over his face. Emma took him to the zone where the hospital was actually regrouping this kind of patient, since there were a lot these times, then came back. Her dark hair roaming free on her shoulders, her milk chocolate skin opposed dramatically the blond, pale young woman who was waiting for her at the front desk.
"Aren't you cold dear? You look like an ice cube."
"If I answer that you look hot in comparison, would you take it as a compliment?" answered the blond with a smile.
After mumbling something that sounded like «changing subject as ever», but still smiling at the praise, she sat back at her place and took a sip of her coffee. After a while and two other clients (which went to the exact same place as the preceding one), she asked:
"How long has it been Mel? About a year? That we work together I mean."
They opened a small lunchbox containing donuts, choosing carefully between honey wheels and honey bites, their favorites.
"Only three months. Four since we've met."
Emma nodded in approval.
"Three months of good cooperation. We've just earned the « hard workers » achievement and the title of best friends."
"Gamer. You should leave those games for the teenagers and get a life." Melany joked.
"But I'm the great wizard of the land of doom, member of the order of the black knights, actual chief of the guild of the stars, Wenda Osgoroth the Great! I've just achieved level 60 yesterday."
She was interupted in her review of her last 20 titles she earned in the game by a man who needed to see a certain doctor. He introduced himself as Torchwood, but left when they answered they didn't have any doctor called " THE Doctor".
Hours passed. At seven am, the two girls left their post as their shift ended. It was in their habit, once a week, to go back to the restaurant they met for the first time. There, Melany would always order the eggs breakfast and Emma the blueberry pancakes, drowning them in a flood of maple syrup. She was talking about her last boyfriend's mistake before he became her ex, still pouring more syrup to her plate, when a man reached to their table, stopping the flow by confiscating the bottle.
"Maple syrup is bad, very should pay attention to what you abuse of."
The man was handsome, that fact probably shut off Emma and her coming indignation since she was so sensitive to beautiful people. And any kind of charming things in fact. She hooked with a guy once just because he had a nice chin… even if the rest was quite below the average.
As for Melany, she bit her lips hard enough to kill the smirk that would certainly make her friend severely angry at her.
"Well! Now that it has been settled, you actually both work at the Princess Grace hospital do you?"
None answered, surprised by the weird entrance he had done. The man looked at them one after the other, waiting for an answer.
"Great! I've got two silent-type! Aren't you women supposed to be blabbering all the time?"
Melany finally got her senses back after swallowing the oncoming laughing.
"I'm sorry, we were surprised. How may we help you sir?"
"Charming accent, I can't exactly put my finger on where it's from. It's funny though, it sounds like Marie-Antoinette when she dared talk in English."
On that one, Melany gave him a look trapped between surprise and understanding. After another moment of silence, Emma still dazzled by the pretty boy, she finally told him that, yes, they were working at the hospital he named earlier.
"Oh I don't care much, as long as you work in a hospital, that's good with me!"
He put his hand on Melany's shoulder briefly to take a slice of bread in her plate, then turned around and left. The two women looked at each other, shocked. They were about to say something when the man came back.
"By the way I'm the Doctor. What's your name?"
"Melany, and this is Emma."
"Glad to meet you!"
And then he left for real, getting out of the restaurant, his trench coat clashing with style with his converses.