Kelly suddenly froze. The Doctor didn't take notice of this, since he had his back to her and he kept blabbing on.
"We need her to tell us exactly where she found the creature... or man... or, whatever he is. Do you know her?" he inquired, turning to look at her. As she was about to reply, the Doctor cut her off again with anther ramble.
"Are you close with her? Do you have her phone number perhaps? Know any of her relatives? Where she lives... Is she even a she? When does she work? Does she live nearby? I need to know these things!" he practically yelled, throwing his hands in the air and started walking down the road.
"Doctor. There's something I haven't told you..." she mumbled.
The Doctor stopped his tantrum and turned around on his heels. He walked up to her in three short strides.
"What? Is she a he?"
Nicole was seriously having an off day.
Firstly, Erron had come over. Secondly, he wasn't there when she woke up again, not that she was expecting it anyway. He probably had more important stuff to do than hang around her apartment (cough).
Why was it that her bad mornings often started with Erron not being there?
Thirdly, the bus was stuck in traffic, because God knows why, this was England after all – anyways, she was late for work, and had to endure her boss bitching about it. On and on the man went, getting all red in his face. Nicole wondered if she should be worried about the large vein that popped out in his forehead.
And lastly she was now stuck inside her little reception all day, with that harlot walking around, with her platinum blonde hair, pearly-white teeth (as if she had never had a coffee!) and her over-sized… well, you might imagine a picture of her.
Miss Kelly Hanson.
The nice nurse, who kept running after the doctors and being 'oh-so-nice' with her high-pitched voice and loose hands. She might smack a person in the face one day, the way her hands flipped around when she talked. Nicole hoped she might smack herself.
Nicole bet she had at least shagged three of the doctors, maybe two at the same time, even though she had a steady one too… But that wasn't any of Nicoles business, it was just an observation. Or something.
Anyway, she had battled through the day, like any other day, resisting the urge to smack some sense into Kelly herself. No, that's not a "large pointy thing" it's a syringe, dear lord, how on earth did you get through nurse school.
Just as she was about to pack up her stuff, Miss "Handsome" was making her way towards Nicole's desk. She smiled sweetly, and Nicole thought her own teeth might rot soon, and threw a pile of white clothes onto the desk.
"By the way, my uniform (screw your uniform, Nicole thought) needs to be cleaned for tomorrow. Thanks sugar," she sang, and flipped her hair. Nicole made a face as Kelly turned around and strutted out the door.
And with that her day was officially ruined. With stamps and official papers and everything. Written across her face: "not my day" with large letters. Might as well add Daniel Powter dancing behind her, just to top it off.
I mean, yeah, I'm a secretary, not your bloody servant, she thought.
She huffed, and glanced down at the pile of clothes.
There wasn't even a single spot on them.
Nicole wanted to scream.
But she went down to clean them anyways. She sat in front of the dryer and watched the clothes go round and round and dry out with the last shreds of her dignity. She started thinking how nice it'd be if she'd gotten the job as nurse. Like she really intended – helping people.
No one was even around. It was Friday, everybody had gone home, until the shift in a few hours.
Nicole had always wanted to be a nurse. Well, she got the idea this last half year, but still. The uniform might even fit… It wasn't illegal or something like that, it was just trying someone else's clothes.
And that was how Nicole ended behind the same old desk but with a new uniform.
"My name's not really Kelly."