1 Long Days and Longer Nights [ Amaya | Private/Ask ] Tue Nov 01, 2016 6:46 pm
Ginza
D-rank
It wasn't that Ginza disliked working at the hospital; He liked it, he really did, but sometimes things could get a little tedious when shifts became back-to-back due to moments of being understaffed. This was his third shift in a row, and he had no doubt that he’d be working a fourth shift before he was finally able to go home. He knew that times like this were necessary, of course, but sometimes he didn’t know how he managed it with his already busy schedule. But brief breaks were a god send, and he found himself wandering towards the small break room for a breather. Maybe splash some water on is face, and brew some coffee.
Coffee, perhaps, was the only way he managed shifts like this, even if he couldn’t really stand the taste of it at times. He much preferred his tea blends, but they weren’t commonly accessible to the shinobi when shifts converged on each other. It wasn’t like he could stop and pop home to grab his tea then come back. If he did that, he would probably just have the energy to crawl into his bed at home and get some much needed sleep. So, coffee would have to do to keep his energy levels up until he was finally free from the grasp of the hospital.
A great sigh escaped the twenty-four year old man as he finally got the break room, pushing the door open and closing it behind him with a satisfying clack. Currently the break room was devoid of people, and Ginza was thankful for that, glad for a moment of silence as he ran his hand through his disheveled hair before righting it, carefully tying it back into it’s proper style with the gold twine before making a b-line for the coffee machine. Liquid energy to fuel him as much as he couldn’t stand the taste of what the hospital provided. Quickly he went about making a brew, adding water to the carafe before adding coffee grounds to the filter and placing everything properly into the machine. Then, turning it on, all the blond had to do was wait for the coffee to brew itself.
It would take a few minutes, and Ginza found himself glancing towards the couch in one corner of the room. He knew he shouldn’t risk laying down on it and falling asleep, but it was calling his name, and his feet seemed to move on their own towards it, and then he was down on it. He swore to himself that he’d only close his eyes for a few moments, and open them when the coffee was prepared to refresh himself. But soon, the medical ninja, exhausted from both healing and running around after patients, had fallen asleep, leaving himself at the mercy of whoever it would be who came across him to wake him.
WC: 494
Coffee, perhaps, was the only way he managed shifts like this, even if he couldn’t really stand the taste of it at times. He much preferred his tea blends, but they weren’t commonly accessible to the shinobi when shifts converged on each other. It wasn’t like he could stop and pop home to grab his tea then come back. If he did that, he would probably just have the energy to crawl into his bed at home and get some much needed sleep. So, coffee would have to do to keep his energy levels up until he was finally free from the grasp of the hospital.
A great sigh escaped the twenty-four year old man as he finally got the break room, pushing the door open and closing it behind him with a satisfying clack. Currently the break room was devoid of people, and Ginza was thankful for that, glad for a moment of silence as he ran his hand through his disheveled hair before righting it, carefully tying it back into it’s proper style with the gold twine before making a b-line for the coffee machine. Liquid energy to fuel him as much as he couldn’t stand the taste of what the hospital provided. Quickly he went about making a brew, adding water to the carafe before adding coffee grounds to the filter and placing everything properly into the machine. Then, turning it on, all the blond had to do was wait for the coffee to brew itself.
It would take a few minutes, and Ginza found himself glancing towards the couch in one corner of the room. He knew he shouldn’t risk laying down on it and falling asleep, but it was calling his name, and his feet seemed to move on their own towards it, and then he was down on it. He swore to himself that he’d only close his eyes for a few moments, and open them when the coffee was prepared to refresh himself. But soon, the medical ninja, exhausted from both healing and running around after patients, had fallen asleep, leaving himself at the mercy of whoever it would be who came across him to wake him.
WC: 494