#roz1

   Despite being slender and petite, Freya’s body was sprawled out enough to take up three of the seats near the large double doors of the hospital. Her feet stretched out across one of the chairs, her ass firmly planted in the center, and her torso and wild, red curls taking up the third. To the untrained eye, you could assume the girl was napping, but under the closed lids - Freya was anything but oblivious. 

  You’d think spending so much time in the haunted halls of hospitals would make it a negative environment, but honestly; Freya almost considered it a second home. The monthly visits with her cardiologist had turned into a near full-day event, from greeting the nurses, the other doctors, and generally just being a regular pain in the ass for the whole staff. 

  “Whatcha doin’?” Freya spoke suddenly, eyes open now and sitting upright, a smile on her tanned face as she cocked her head towards Roz. She’d heard her voice and revisited reality quickly - out of most of the doctors on the day staff, she might like Dr. White the best, if not for her blunt, unimpressed nature. “You busy? I’m bored. Appointment isn’t ‘till three, but I thought noon.”