Behind a wooden door marked "Bristle Crios Nurse's Office," one might find a modest room within the administrator's building. Neat, white tiles line the floor, accented with black squares centered within each tile. Four twin-sized beds are placed toward the back of the office, every one of them blanketed in clean sheets and fresh pillows. Circling above every bed, are curtain rods, the hangings pulled back and bunched to the right of each cot.
To the left of the room is a desk, one that is full of records, with manila folders, stuffed with paper, stacked to the right corner of the desk. A black, corded telephone is placed right next to that kempt stack of envelopes. A laptop is present in the center of the counter, right in front of where the black leather rolling chair is settled. On the right, nearest the laptop is black and silver frame containing a picture"one of a red-eyed, handsome man with black hair in semi-formal attire holding up a little girl with dark, curly hair and violet eyes"both smiling big, cheesy grins. Hung up all around the wall behind the desk, are pieces of paper crucified against the wall with scotch tape.
On the right of the room is a stool placed to face the wall where, pinned up to it, is an optometry poster"rows of random letters, shrinking as they near the bottom of the page. There are a few more, unimpressive pieces of machinery scattered about the room, and a few charts, followed by a stack of pamphlets. Near the poster, is another one" An outline of the human body, labeling the parts" Perhaps it is a pain chart.." There's a modest medical cabinet near that right wall, closer to the back and next to the beds. The cupboard, doubling as a cooler contained all sorts of supplies, including a peculiar locked case labeled, "Emergency Only."
There's not a thing off about the room's atmosphere"except maybe the mocha haired woman sitting at the desk" Occasionally one would walk in and catch her stuttering to the computer, or, more likely, arguing with it. Other times she'd seem confused about the phone, or lost within the paper work. Still, the woman was easy on the eyes, and had a disarming personality. Whenever that door opened, she'd stammer out' "Hi. C-c-can I h-help y-you?" Appearing more like a receptionist than anything, Martyr might seem out of place in that office.
To the left of the room is a desk, one that is full of records, with manila folders, stuffed with paper, stacked to the right corner of the desk. A black, corded telephone is placed right next to that kempt stack of envelopes. A laptop is present in the center of the counter, right in front of where the black leather rolling chair is settled. On the right, nearest the laptop is black and silver frame containing a picture"one of a red-eyed, handsome man with black hair in semi-formal attire holding up a little girl with dark, curly hair and violet eyes"both smiling big, cheesy grins. Hung up all around the wall behind the desk, are pieces of paper crucified against the wall with scotch tape.
On the right of the room is a stool placed to face the wall where, pinned up to it, is an optometry poster"rows of random letters, shrinking as they near the bottom of the page. There are a few more, unimpressive pieces of machinery scattered about the room, and a few charts, followed by a stack of pamphlets. Near the poster, is another one" An outline of the human body, labeling the parts" Perhaps it is a pain chart.." There's a modest medical cabinet near that right wall, closer to the back and next to the beds. The cupboard, doubling as a cooler contained all sorts of supplies, including a peculiar locked case labeled, "Emergency Only."
There's not a thing off about the room's atmosphere"except maybe the mocha haired woman sitting at the desk" Occasionally one would walk in and catch her stuttering to the computer, or, more likely, arguing with it. Other times she'd seem confused about the phone, or lost within the paper work. Still, the woman was easy on the eyes, and had a disarming personality. Whenever that door opened, she'd stammer out' "Hi. C-c-can I h-help y-you?" Appearing more like a receptionist than anything, Martyr might seem out of place in that office.