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The nightshift had all but killed Lena off. It had been ridiculously busy, nearing Christmas. The holidays were always a time of year when the number of patients increased by a large amount, meaning her work-load as head nurse correlated with that increase. It was something she both adored yet hated at the same time. Her job brought her a satisfaction she loved when she left, but during her shift, she felt like it was just a living nightmare. Unusual, because she loved her job for the most-part, including during the hours that she messed around and completed the work within. A knock at the door, and a ring on the doorbell awoke Lena from her well-deserved slumber, and a grumbled brunette stumbled to the door, glancing at the clock as she went. Two pm. "What do you want?" She questioned, throwing the door open and rubbing her tired eyes.

Ella sighed as she shifted her phone to her right ear, as she brushed a hand through her hair. “Yes, yes I know.” Ella said as moved through the crowd, trying to avoid people.  “I’m sorry, but I just can’t make it back this year.” Ella said softly as looked up at the bakery before she moved to a seat. “Yeah, I’ll see you in the New Year.” Ella said softly as she hung up the phone. Ella put her head in her hands, and closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. @atlanta-rpgstarters·

Lena was on her way through the door of the bakery once she'd gotten her frosted doughnut when she overheard a conversation from a woman who had just walked in. A pause in her steps had her double-crossing her original plan of just leaving to go back home when she heard the end of the conversation. Scrunching up her face and glancing from her doughnut to the woman, she sighed and walked over towards her. "Hey-- I don't want to pry, but.. I think you need this more than me. My favourite ever, strawberry jelly inside and it was the last one." She smiled, hoping she would take it.

“what do you think of my jumper?” greg asks the other, a bright smile on his lips. he was wearing a tacky christmas jumper, with a light up snowman on the front. he had a whole collection of jumpers like this at home, but he wans’t going to let on. @atlanta-rpgstarters·

       She’s got her face buried within the screen of her phone, thumbs scrolling through her instagram feed as the brunette sits alone at the coffee shop – the one place Stella seemed to live at. It’s the sight of a figure standing beside her table that has her glancing up, realization setting on her features before casting a bright smile. “Lena, hey! I ain’t seen you for a hot minute. How’ve you been?” / / @lenawilliamson·

“i used to call my father, sir instead of dad when he’s around town so… would you rather me calling you ma’am then?” it was true, daniel never addressed his father with it for he usually tugged along around the hospital or their corporate building and he prefers to be called sir. there was no family blood within those places. he chuckled softly again as he teased her but immediately rolled his eyes as he heard her following words. “poor me for being the new one around here, if only my father didn’t force me to come back here… i would be working at the massachusetts general hospital. and don’t worry, i won’t be pissing you.” a little too proud when it escaped his lips, probably because he could ask the helper to do it for him. “well, not yet… is she really that scary? i heard rumours about her though.”

At the mention of calling her ma'am, Lena almost choked on her coffee. Most patients called her nurse, only the older generations called her ma'am. It made her feel old and she hated that. It was far too formal. Besides, it reminded her of the times in her foster care that she would have to call their carers 'ma'am'. "God no, just Lena's fine, or Nurse Williamson when we're in front of patients." She widened her eyes, though she was enjoying speaking to Daniel. He was one of the fun ones that she had a careful watch over. Most of them were too quiet, rarely challenged her and didn't have a full conversation with her when they were breaking together simply because she was in charge. "You'd be hating Massachausetts General, so I think your father made a pretty good decision for you there, bud." She smiled over at him, before giving him a slight shrug. "Not scary, just.. very different." Lena dragged out the word 'very' before waggling her eyebrows at Daniel.

“right, right. because we work at the hospital. my bad, boss!” he chuckled softly while still busy munching at handful of treats that the brunette bought. he was already on his third treat when he heard her suggestion, coughing uncontrollably. of all the things she could say, why does it have to be toilet duty? having been brought up to the world in silver platter, never once in daniel’s life had clean anything. it was always their house helpers so imagine his horror if he really have to do it. thankfully, she took it back and he can breathe normally again. “you enjoy messing with me.” sighing deeply, taking another sip on his coffee. “but you’re still the head nurse and i’m just new here.”

Lena shook her head before chuckling softly. "You don't have to keep calling me boss, by the way, I'm not some middle aged guy who's the head of a law firm." She told him, biting into the first delicacy she'd grabbed from the bag. She adored the little bakery down the road, and such a conveniently placed building from the hospital. The hospital cafe had nothing on it. "I do. I mess with all the new starters, just because it's funny. Toilet duty's the worst, though, and if you do piss me off then I will put you on it." Lena wouldn't, but she enjoyed seeing his reaction. "True. But at least I'm not Maggie. --you had a shift with Maggie as head nurse yet?" She raised her eyebrows. There were only two head nurses for the ward, and Maggie was a very stark contrast to Lena; she was strict, straight-faced and humourless.

It didn’t matter how many times people ate his food, how many critics passed through the doors, or that he knew he had a world of knowledge behind him - he always felt a little nervous when people were eating his food. More often than not he kept things to himself, and he certainly didn’t like just one pair of eyes on him watching him cook, but the hotel kitchen was closed for the evening and he was trying something new. “So what do you think?” He asked, his voice quiet as he looked back at the other who was surveying the plate of food. “I don’t really have people back here to cook for, so be easy with me.”

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Lena had only gone into the hotel in the first place to deliver something that had been left at the hospital. She knew the patient she was tending to wasn't able to walk properly, or move for that matter, so had decided to hand deliver it to the reception. She'd been cornered by Jonah to try something new behind-the-scenes, so how could she say no? She was settled on top of one of the counters, looking over to the plate he had placed next to her. Of course, Lena being.. Lena, she wasn't going to be serious about it at first. "I think.. it looks gross. Simply just something that doesn't look like it should be eaten." She tested, raising an eyebrow before looking over at him with a teasing smile.

his gaze immediately turned around when she heard the familiar voice, he couldn’t be happier to see her with the bag of cookies and coffees. he badly needed it for not having enough sleep last night because for some reason mr. sleep wouldn’t visit him so he was wide awake until two in the morning. “you’re a lifesaver, lena!” he said in a very cheerful tone, jumping up from his seat as he helped her to carry the goodies onto the table. “i swear, i would do anything you want for today because of the coffee.” sipping through his coffee once they got back to their seat again, realizing he’d been not respecting the head nurse. “sorry, ma’am. got carried away because of the coffee.”

Lena knew how important it was for herself to get her coffee fix throughout the day otherwise she wouldn't function. She was more than sure that others had a similar experience to her, and would need the same. So when Daniel called her a lifesaver, she raised an eyebrow. "It's in the job description." She told him with a small chuckle, allowing him to help her with her handful of treats. "Toilet duty." The brunette paused in all of her actions to stare at him, seriously, before brusting into laughter. "I'm just kidding, you're welcome." Grinning, she took a seat and sunk into the chair. "How many times do I have to tell you it's okay? I'm literally a normal person, long as you do some of the things I say when we're on shift, it's all good."

smirking against lena’s heated skin, romeo pressed his hips against hers, the male moving his hands to quickly remove his jacket off his back and the mask off his face throwing it to the floor. like a dog, romeo’s body reacted to lena, his stimulus, so he was already leaking precum from anticipation. “you’re so bad.” he chided moving his mouth to hers, connecting their lips. his hands ran up her outer thighs pulling her dress up until it was bunched around her waist. pulling back to take a deep breath, the male wrapped his arm around her back  picking her up so her legs were now wrapped around her waist. as always, he was a gentleman, always allowing lena to feel as if she had choice in something whenever they abruptly ended up in situations like this. “you want it from behind or just like this?” he inquired, holding the brunette up with one arm as he carefully unzipped her dress.

his smirk making another appearance, romeo bit down on his bottom lip to contain himself. lena’s presence made him giddy, and despite wanting to stay in this desperate dominate headspace, he found that part of him dwindling. “hmm,” he hummed against her skin at her counteroffer, the male pleased with the cut off of two minutes. allowing himself to be dragged out of the room, he chuckled, locking eyes with a woman for a moment – the male was certain she was aware of the festivities they were about to indulge in. “i don’t care, as long as they got one, it’s all that matters.” he uttered shuffling down the hallway. opening a door, romeo peaked inside noticing a lock and enough space to do their duties. he smirked turning his back against the doorway as he pulled lena inside. once inside the space, the male instantly connected his lips to her neck, locking the door as he pressed her up against the wall.

“ah, so just you…” he trailed, raising his brows in question at his rhetorical question. at the thought of himself making his woman hot and bothered for simply just being turned him on. a smirk formed on his lips, the male having to compose himself for a moment before he ran his tongue teasingly slow across his lips. “another hour?” he questioned before a pout formed on his lips. the male leaned forward pressing a soft kiss to the junction of lena’s neck, “another hour?” the male inquired again, this time his words leaving his lips as a whine. “i don’t think i’d be able to for another 5 minutes.” he confessed moving a hand to the back of her neck as he began to lightly nip at the skin there. “5 minutes?” he hummed as he trailed his lips up and he lightly took her earlobe between his teeth.

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with all of his suits that he had from work, romeo wanted this one to pop a bit more, so he spent loads of time making changes to his suit in order for it to be suitable for tonight’s theme. masquerade. his hair hadn’t grown back yet, however, he still loved it just as much besides the time he needs something to run his fingers through. “that’s not acceptable? says who?” he hummed quirking an eyebrow up. shifting the male wrapped an arm around his girlfriend pulling her in the slight space between him and the bar, “what isn’t acceptable is me taking you right here…and i honestly don’t believe i’d have any kind of control.”

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it had been a wild night – so wild , in fact , that woody had tapped out and fallen victim the cocktail of illegal substances and endless supply of alcohol . slumped at the bottom of the stairs ( meaning you’d have to step over him to pass ) he looked like a rag-doll , a marionette with the strings cut , but anyone that knew the oldest anderson would tell you this was a rather routine way of finishing off a party . the pin-striped suit that he’d looked so formal in at the start of the evening was covered in stains of his own stomach contents , a dusting of white powder on his collar with remnants still circling wide nostrils . it was probably for the best that the nurse was to stumble upon him instead of one of his brothers , otherwise woody would no doubt wake up to a sharpie moustache and his boxers up by his ears .

It was pretty much the end of the night, and by now Lena had said her goodbyes to Romeo - which was frustrating as she'd have loved nothing more than to go home with him - and had been chatting to some people she previously used to work with. When she made her way down the stairway, she spot a familiar Anderson slumped at the bottom of the stairs. Irritatingly, this was not the first time the boy in her presence had been sick all over himself and there were remnents of certain substances over him and his clothing. Walking around him, Lena came to crouch besides him, firstly checking if he was actually breathing before shaking him a little harder than 'gently'. "C'mon, Woody. Time to go, 'm gonna get you home."

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 Allie didn’t have much contact with her parents for a reason. The further she travelled and then spoke to them, the more she realized they were selfish and empty. They were hollow, like cardboard cut outs of parents. Her father called her, a nice enough conversation which ended up in a small row about when she’d come home and how she’d caused nothing but stress for them. She hung up and wiped away a stray tear when she noticed Lena in the bathroom with her but she hoped she hadn’t heard too much. “Oh God. Has my mascara run? I have panda eyes, don’t I?”

Lena needed a toilet break. She'd spent the night with Romeo, and all but fallen in love with the boy (it was a word she still didn't know how to use properly). Now she just needed to have a small break to see if she still looked as she did many hours previous. Being at the end of the stalls, she'd been going through her bag for her lipstick when she'd heard Allie having a row with someone on the phone. She didn't want to pry, but she figured it must have been a parent. Typical, she thought. "A little, but you still look gorgeous. I look like a whole ass panda when I cry." She tried to joke, digging through her bag for a packet of wipes - you never know when you'd need them - she walked over to her and handed them over. "Everything okay?" She questioned.