𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽

𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆   𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺   𝗮𝘁   𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀   𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿   𝗵𝗮𝗱   𝗮   𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁   𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱   𝗼𝗳   𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲   ⸻   less   chaos   ,   more   tension   .   like   everything   was   holding   it's   breath   ,   just   waiting   for   the   next   this   to   break   .   there   was   an   unnerving   confidence   that   wrapped   her   frame   ,   leant   against   the   nurses   station   ,   arms   folded   and   eyes   tracking   the   room   .   it   was   the   kind   of   confidence   that   came   from   being   right   more   often   than   she   was   wrong   —   and   that   was   something   camille   arden   was   known   for   as   the   harbour   ,   being   right   .   charts   sat   untouched   in   front   of   her   moment   as   head   tilted   towards   the   screens   .

"bay   three   is   going   to   tank   ."   she   announces   lazily   to   the   group   of   interns   around   her   ,   her   interns   ,   her   baby   doctors   .   the   words   were   settled   like   an   afterthought   ,   not   a   warning   .   as   it   should   of   been   taken   .   no   rush   ,   no   panic   in   her   tone   —   just   certainty   .   "coming   or   not   ,   children   ."   she   questioned   without   even   looking   at   them   as   she   moved   ,   calm   and   direct   ,   already   three   steps   in   front   of   them   .

harper was already walking through the group of interns when camille spoke up, if they were going to just stand around and look dumb, she was going to actually do her job - and probably theirs while she was at it. "seriously?" she muttered under her breath, already annoyed by wherever this small town group of babies were from because they all seemed to hail from there.

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗿   𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄   𝗵𝗮𝗱   𝗮   𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁   𝗼𝗳   𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴   𝘆𝗼𝘂   𝗼𝗻   𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿   𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱   ⸻   but   for   josie   ,   so   fresh   ,   so   new   —   that   held   the   appeal   of   everything   she   wanted   .   and   like   most   days   ,   she   decided   that   today   was   going   to   be   a   good   one   .   balance   in   one   hand   ,   somehow   ,   is   a   cardboard   tray   ,   decorated   with   coffees   and   her   other   shouldering   her   bag   of   spare   scrubs   (   just   in   case   ,   you   know   )   and   a   bag   of   freshly   made   muffins   as   she   nudged   her   way   into   the   nurses   station   with   a   sweet   smile   .   

"good   morning   ⸻   most   are   black   and   there's   some   sugars   and   flavoured   creamers   in   my   bag   ."   she   said   softly   ,   placing   the   tray   on   the   bench   followed   by   the   bag   before   she   tucks   a   stray   hair   behind   her   ear   ,   a   small   ,   almost   nervous   laugh   following   behind   it   .   there   was   something   careful   in   the   way   she   moved   —   like   she   didn't   want   to   take   up   more   space   ,   but   still   wanted   to   leave   something   kind   behind   .  

it was early, a little too early after a couple days off. if harper had it her way she would go back in during the night shift and just ease back into the craziness, but, here she was, trying her hardest to get ready. finishing off the rest of her energy drink, the woman tossed it in the bin, unsure of what she just walked into. it wasn't every day that someone brought coffee & baked goods for everyone, especially in the city. unsure to take a coffee or not, harper instead decided to just sit down instead, logging onto the computer as she put her purse away. she knew that josie was on the newer side but she wasn't even sure if she could trust her yet. god, did that make her an awful person? she was sure the girl was sweet but?