“I feel like we have different ideas of things that are definitely something.” Miles is looking at the object before them, kind of disappointed it wasn’t exactly what he was thinking of. “I feel so sad, I think I’m actually upset, Rojas.”

So maybe Kaya went a bit overboard with the amount of stuff she made. But heck, she liked feeding and leftovers were good for the soul, right? She had made things she considered simple; just some mashed potatoes, a chicken main course and just a bar of chocolate for dessert. Kaya isn’t the best at desserts; something about her always burning sugar, or something. She entered the Clubhouse, hands full as she tried to find Seth, or a table to put all of this stuff on. 

“Oh mister President, your Uber Eats is here. I expect a hefty tip, because this shit is heavy...” It wasn’t like she didn’t know her way around this place; once upon a time, she used to come here for an entirely different person. One who’s picture she would surely see on a wall, and it would make her stomach churn. For now though, she can pretend she’s visiting a friend, which is what Seth is. “Seriously Seth, it’s rude to keep a girl waitin’!”

“Okay, easy now. Jess doesn’t bite, but if you chase her tail, she just might show you her freakin’ chompers now, buddy.” Chris won’t lie and say the scene before him isn’t funny. With the barn disheveled, the goats are all around the field, running amok, and even Lala’s enthusiasm isn’t enough to control them. And it doesn’t help that Declan’s gotten himself entangled with Miss Albaaah herself, as Chris leans over the gates and chuckles. “You need some help there?”

“I’m going to go on a limb, and say that I don’t think aliens have money. I don’t know why, though. Maybe they’re too smart for money, or too rudimentary to understand currency. And that’s why Area 51 has no aliens there, and I rest my case.” 

Miles assumes that if he lies very, very still, the weird pitter-pattering in his apartment will stop. He has yet to find the source of this noise, but he’s perfectly sure it’s not coming from any of the non living things in this place. He’s checked the pipes, the lights, even the goddamn crate bed (seriously, who was the last resident in this place, and why did she use a goddamn crate for a bed?) He’s called Reina three times in the last hour, before he’s lying dead still in the one place he has yet to see this menace. 

“I spilled salsa all through my bed. I’m not sure if I’m more upset about my bed or the loss of all my salsa.” Miles sighed, shaking his head. “Anyways, how is your day going? You were talking about something...good?”

“Yeah, I just need a minute....I cried my eyes out to Master Chef Junior. When Gordan Ramsey gets soft with a kid who makes a mistake, that’s when it gets me in the heartstrings, fuck.”

Simply put, Kaya had missed working in A&E. There were reasons why she wasn’t working there anymore, but she missed it all the same. Even after a year of working at Neurology, the thrill of the emergency room was like no other. So she put in her request with her HON, and even sweet-talking the HON at the A&E, to expedite the process and make things smoother. But the biggest obstacle of all, the one thing the nurse knew she shouldn’t be dreading, but still did, was the retraining. 

She was “shadowing” one of the nurses, following behind Doctor Carter as they worked. It was only after a bit, when Kaya was lurking by the nurses’ station while they were filling out paperwork. “So...why exactly did you decide to change up the patient’s medications? I thought she was responding well enough to paracetamol, right?” Her voice rose a little higher, a challenge being issued right then.