How's Christmas going for you guys? Or if you don't celebrate it, I wish you a Merry Thursday! Yeah, I'm really bored, my dad doesn't do festivity, mum is very snappy as she is ill and my brothers currently working. So I thought I'd give you all a present! Here you go!

Hannah the Hobbit

Lucie propped herself on her elbows when she saw Cal. She pushed herself backwards slightly so that she could lean back on to the wall. Rita watched her movements warily. Cal stood at the end of her bed.

"Come here." She gestured for him to closer. Cal relaxed, and came right up to the side of the bed. Rita spluttered with laughter as she swung her hand up and slapped the side of his face with all the force that she could muster. Despite everything, Lucie was still quite strong, and the resounding 'crack' that echoed throughout the nearly-empty Resus attracted the attention of all within its confines.

"You twat!" She spat. Then she moaned. "Ow, Crap! That hurt!" She whined.

"Good." Cal retorted automatically. Lucie narrowed her eyes.

"Good?" She asked, dangerous softness feathering her words. "Caleb Knight, be very careful right now- I'm not kidding that really hurt my hand!" She laughed, changing tone mid-way through her warning threat. "That better have hurt you!"

"Course not." Cal lied. Lucie bit back a grin.

"So I'll do it again, will I?" She mocked. Cal stepped back quickly, out of reach. He looked sideways at her.

"So... Am I forgiven?" He asked tentatively. Lucie shook her head smugly.

"No." She answered honestly. "I hope you rot in hell." Exhaustion flickered back on to her face, and she tried to not wince.

"Hey Ethan?" She called quietly, sinking back down under the thin sheet. "Ever heard of this thing called 'Morphine'? I hear it's amazing for pain relief!"

Lucie whined to Cal every time he looked into her room the next day. She was unbelievably bored, and her phone had long since run out of battery. Given the fact that, well, it's Lucie, Cal refused to even let her touch his phone. So she had resorted to complaining about everything and doodling on scraps of paper. She threw paper airplanes at anyone who entered the room that she didn't want in there, she tried to have a 'world champion paper toss championship' but had given up when she realised retrieving the paper balls involved effort. So instead, she lay on the bed, alternating between singing or humming quietly, and doodling caricatures of her workmates.

Cal glanced over at the irritable Connie, deliberately avoiding eye contact. She'd been in a foul mood since Grace had turned up, disrupting her schedule and leaving her with too much for her to deal with than she could handle. From where he was stood, he could hear her complaining that she didn't have anyone to look after her and that she was in meetings all afternoon. Cal's mind wandered to Lucie, very vocally informing everyone of how boring being injured was. His mouth twitched up as an idea shaped itself out of his messy thoughts.

"Why don't you get Lucie to look after her?" He suggested helpfully. Connie turned to him, deliberating.

"That could work." She mused slowly. "Thank you Dr Knight."

Lucie's face brightened like that of a teenagers when they realise that they don't have school tomorrow when Connie lead Grace into her room.

"Did you bring me a friend?" She chirped excitably, sitting upright. Connie gave her a rare smile, granted a rather strained, forced smile, but a smile all the same.

"Would you be willing to keep an eye out on her?" She asked. Lucie beamed.

"Friend!" She cheered. Grace looked at her strangely. Lucie smiled, slightly apologetically. "Sorry, I've been stuck in here for far too long!" She laughed. Grace cracked a small, tentative smile. Lucie grinned.

"Thanks Connie. Go to your mind-numbingly boring meeting of importance." She commanded regally. She patted the base of her bed. "So, Grace..."