Mac
Mac lay in her bed in a little curtained-off cubicle, waiting for her doctor to return from making some preparations. She was still very drowsy, but in the quiet surrounding her, her mind began to perk up a bit. This was the bit that she hated the most, when she was left alone with her thoughts. She began to look about a bit, trying to preoccupy her mind with anything else, anything but this.
Looking beyond the foot of the bed, she saw hospital staff dressed in surgical scrubs moving about, taking care of various bits of paperwork. A staff-nurse came by, a few seconds later to ask her if she had any allergies, then fixed a bright orange band onto her wrist which said, 'penicillin' in bold, dark letters. Once she was done, the nurse wandered out of the curtained area and to the left and Mac couldn't see her anymore.
However, she heard the woman speak up, in her heavily accented southern voice that reminded her of Commander Tracey Mannetti.
"Oh, Mrs. Finnegan, just take a seat in this curtained area, here…A nurse will be out to get the two of you once Doctor Granger has scrubbed up."
Mac heard a rustling of noise in the cubicle next to hers, then the gentle voice of a Mother talking to her child, softly. Mac didn't try to hear anything that the woman said, for it was a private conversation that was none of her business. But presently, she heard the notes of a soft lullaby as the woman sang to her child. It was one that Mac's own Mother had sung to her as a child, but she could not quite remember what it was called. If only she didn't have the drugs in her system. Still, it calmed her to no end. The woman wouldn't know it, but she had helped more than just one person with the ordeal that faced them that day.
"Mrs. Finnegan?" a nurse arrived, a few minutes later, "Doctor Granger is ready for you in the OR…"
With a soft rustling that Mac guessed must be surgical scrubs, Mrs. Finnegan and her child were gone.