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I sighed and rubbed my entire head angrily, sighing. I looked at my workspace with half-open eyes, sifting visually around all of my papers and films of organs effected by the Rosalia virus. I looked up at a clock, stating it was about 4:00 am.

The hospital still rang with hurried voices, even it being not even dawn. I span around in my chair, humming to myself. I rested my head on the desk, my face reflecting it's fatigue as I scan over a paper I wrote in college. My eyes fell, little by little. I opened them again repeatedly, but they kept starting to close. Eventually they shut, and I let out a little sigh.

I've been in this hospital for 24 hours straight.

...

Maybe it's time for a nap.
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I woke up to my pager ringing in my ear.

2 hours of sleep. Woohoo.

"Dear God, has it really come to the point where my pager has to be the one waking me up?" I sighed, leaning back from the desk and into my chair. I sat there for a minute, staring out of the open door.

Suddenly I saw someone familiar stride past. Red eyes~

I was too out of it to do anything, and I headed down to the cafeteria at about 6:30, ignoring the call from Gabe.
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I burst in through the door, my head hanging low. I sighed, messily pushing my hair back.

I noticed Kanie, and walked over to her. We actually had somewhat of a friendship, and somewhere inside of me, the part of me that's an angry bastard wasn't all that pleased. But that's normal for me.

She looked up. "Pulled another all nighter?" Yes, 'another.'

"Yup," I huffed out. "How about you?" I plopped into a chair, not caring if I fell.

"Not bad," Kanie said. "4 hours of sleep, 4 more than I got yesterday."

"I was looking through some old Rosalia cases. I don't really know why, just felt like doing research on an old topic."

"Hm? But Rosalia ended 5 months ago. The vaccine is already out. It's not like it needs more research." She popped a little rainbow into her mouth. Double rainbow all the way~

"Whatever," I said, dropping my head onto the table.

We kept talking like that until I asked;

"After Rosalia, you completed your fellowship, right?" I looked up tiredly.

"Hm?" She talked with a mouthful of rainbows. "Uh, yeah. What about it?"

"You're like, 25."

"26." Kanie swallowed the mouthful of goodness.

"26- wait, your birthday passed?" I said, confused.

"Uh, 2 months ago. August." My birthday was last Saturday~ But I have no family. Ahaha.

"Get anything good?" I elbowed her from under the table.

"Ha! What do you think?" She sneered in the other direction.

"Well, you should have gotten something. From a patient, maybe." She gives stuff to patients all the time.

"Nothing," she snapped. "Nobody knows my birthday anyway."

"August what?" I teased, though I really never knew her birthday.

"22." She threw her bowl in the trash, milk splashing into the side.

"Oh. If you had told me, I would have gotten you a Gurren Lagann figurine or something." I bet she's gonna say how she already has Gurren Lagann figurines.

"Fff- I've got a Core Drill already, don't need another." Woohoo.

"What do you even want, you indecisive faggot?" I sai flatly with a bored looking face.

"A piano keyboard, maybe. Too poor to buy one myself."

"You play piano?" I've always wanted to play piano, but I chose violin instead...duhur.

"I'm Asian. Duh." She grinned.

"Tomoe doesn't play piano."

"Tomoe's an exception- HONORR"

"HONORRRR" I smirked.

Other doctors looked over awkwardly, and Kanie giggled creepily. I gave them all a rape face as they turned away, freaked out.

"Wow, 7 already," she said flatly. "Bye."

"See you." I watched her as she left. Ohoho...those legs. FFF. I facepalm'd myself.
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I woke up to Lu tugging my hair.

"Bahhhhaagh." I turned around toward her, slapping her in the boob. "Get awaaaay..." I slammed my face back into the cafeteria table.

"Pffffine. But Gabe says he wants you." She walked off, looking down at her boobs self-consciously again.

"Screw iiit," I mumbled into the wood. "Just go play some more of the pocky game, maybe I'll be motivated enough to come watch."

"HHHHHNG." Lu glared back as I looked up, smirking.
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I burst into Gabe's smelly office, looking at him sleepily. Everything was blurry. "What do you want you lazy foggat." I scowled.

"Stop sleeping on the job and go work," he said tersely.

"Pfft. Fine, Mr. Sleeps-all-day." I slammed the door shut, walking back to my office.

I pushed open the door to find CR sitting in my chair.

"Fffuuuuuck." I closed in on my desk, shoving my hands down on it. "What do you want."

He stared up at me plainly, resting his head on the palm of his hand, elbow on one of my research papers.

"Were you reading my stuff?"

He nodded. "Yep."

"Why."

"Well it was here, so I read it."

"Well what if some book of porn were on my desk. Would you go and read that, just 'cause it's there?

"Uh..."

"Don't answer that." I walked around the desk to the chair. I stared at him for a few moments, but apparently my creepy stare didn't work on him. Damn it. I can get people to do anything I want with that stare.

Not willing to wait any longer, I plopped down onto his lap, pretending he was the chair. I scooted in and began writing angrily.

"W-what are you doing?"

"DEAR GOD, MY CHAIR IS TALKING?" I shouted. "LE GASP~"

"Uh, I'm...not your chair."

"What was that, chair?"

"I'm not your chair."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU, CHAIR."

"I'm not your chaaair."

"Are you Busby's chair?"

"Wouldn't you be dead by sitting in Busby's chair?"

"No, I'm Russia. Kol kol kol," I said in a flat tone, too tired to do otherwise. I stood, gathering my papers and heading for the door again.

"Where are you going?" The chair questioned.

"The lab. Watch out for The Ugly Barnacle, she's got a horrible case of stigma." I slammed the door, leaving without a reply.
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I pulled out the casing on an old strain of the virus, walking it back to my workspace.

We meet again, Rosalia.

Description
I sighed and rubbed my entire head angrily, sighing. I looked at my workspace with half-open eyes, sifting visually around all of my papers and films of organs effected by the Rosalia virus. I looked up at a clock, stating it was about 4:00 am.

The hospital still rang with hurried voices, even it being not even dawn. I span around in my chair, humming to myself. I rested my head on the desk, my face reflecting it's fatigue as I scan over a paper I wrote in college. My eyes fell, little by little. I opened them again repeatedly, but they kept starting to close. Eventually they shut, and I let out a little sigh.

I've been in this hospital for 24 hours straight.

...

Maybe it's time for a nap.
_______________________________________________________

I woke up to my pager ringing in my ear.

2 hours of sleep. Woohoo.

"Dear God, has it really come to the point where my pager has to be the one waking me up?" I sighed, leaning back from the desk and into my chair. I sat there for a minute, staring out of the open door.

Suddenly I saw someone familiar stride past. Red eyes~

I was too out of it to do anything, and I headed down to the cafeteria at about 6:30, ignoring the call from Gabe.
_______________________________________________________

I burst in through the door, my head hanging low. I sighed, messily pushing my hair back.

I noticed Kanie, and walked over to her. We actually had somewhat of a friendship, and somewhere inside of me, the part of me that's an angry bastard wasn't all that pleased. But that's normal for me.

She looked up. "Pulled another all nighter?" Yes, 'another.'

"Yup," I huffed out. "How about you?" I plopped into a chair, not caring if I fell.

"Not bad," Kanie said. "4 hours of sleep, 4 more than I got yesterday."

"I was looking through some old Rosalia cases. I don't really know why, just felt like doing research on an old topic."

"Hm? But Rosalia ended 5 months ago. The vaccine is already out. It's not like it needs more research." She popped a little rainbow into her mouth. Double rainbow all the way~

"Whatever," I said, dropping my head onto the table.

We kept talking like that until I asked;

"After Rosalia, you completed your fellowship, right?" I looked up tiredly.

"Hm?" She talked with a mouthful of rainbows. "Uh, yeah. What about it?"

"You're like, 25."

"26." Kanie swallowed the mouthful of goodness.

"26- wait, your birthday passed?" I said, confused.

"Uh, 2 months ago. August." My birthday was last Saturday~ But I have no family. Ahaha.

"Get anything good?" I elbowed her from under the table.

"Ha! What do you think?" She sneered in the other direction.

"Well, you should have gotten something. From a patient, maybe." She gives stuff to patients all the time.

"Nothing," she snapped. "Nobody knows my birthday anyway."

"August what?" I teased, though I really never knew her birthday.

"22." She threw her bowl in the trash, milk splashing into the side.

"Oh. If you had told me, I would have gotten you a Gurren Lagann figurine or something." I bet she's gonna say how she already has Gurren Lagann figurines.

"Fff- I've got a Core Drill already, don't need another." Woohoo.

"What do you even want, you indecisive faggot?" I sai flatly with a bored looking face.

"A piano keyboard, maybe. Too poor to buy one myself."

"You play piano?" I've always wanted to play piano, but I chose violin instead...duhur.

"I'm Asian. Duh." She grinned.

"Tomoe doesn't play piano."

"Tomoe's an exception- HONORR"

"HONORRRR" I smirked.

Other doctors looked over awkwardly, and Kanie giggled creepily. I gave them all a rape face as they turned away, freaked out.

"Wow, 7 already," she said flatly. "Bye."

"See you." I watched her as she left. Ohoho...those legs. FFF. I facepalm'd myself.
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I woke up to Lu tugging my hair.

"Bahhhhaagh." I turned around toward her, slapping her in the boob. "Get awaaaay..." I slammed my face back into the cafeteria table.

"Pffffine. But Gabe says he wants you." She walked off, looking down at her boobs self-consciously again.

"Screw iiit," I mumbled into the wood. "Just go play some more of the pocky game, maybe I'll be motivated enough to come watch."

"HHHHHNG." Lu glared back as I looked up, smirking.
_______________________________________________________

I burst into Gabe's smelly office, looking at him sleepily. Everything was blurry. "What do you want you lazy foggat." I scowled.

"Stop sleeping on the job and go work," he said tersely.

"Pfft. Fine, Mr. Sleeps-all-day." I slammed the door shut, walking back to my office.

I pushed open the door to find CR sitting in my chair.

"Fffuuuuuck." I closed in on my desk, shoving my hands down on it. "What do you want."

He stared up at me plainly, resting his head on the palm of his hand, elbow on one of my research papers.

"Were you reading my stuff?"

He nodded. "Yep."

"Why."

"Well it was here, so I read it."

"Well what if some book of porn were on my desk. Would you go and read that, just 'cause it's there?

"Uh..."

"Don't answer that." I walked around the desk to the chair. I stared at him for a few moments, but apparently my creepy stare didn't work on him. Damn it. I can get people to do anything I want with that stare.

Not willing to wait any longer, I plopped down onto his lap, pretending he was the chair. I scooted in and began writing angrily.

"W-what are you doing?"

"DEAR GOD, MY CHAIR IS TALKING?" I shouted. "LE GASP~"

"Uh, I'm...not your chair."

"What was that, chair?"

"I'm not your chair."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU, CHAIR."

"I'm not your chaaair."

"Are you Busby's chair?"

"Wouldn't you be dead by sitting in Busby's chair?"

"No, I'm Russia. Kol kol kol," I said in a flat tone, too tired to do otherwise. I stood, gathering my papers and heading for the door again.

"Where are you going?" The chair questioned.

"The lab. Watch out for The Ugly Barnacle, she's got a horrible case of stigma." I slammed the door, leaving without a reply.
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I pulled out the casing on an old strain of the virus, walking it back to my workspace.

We meet again, Rosalia.