#spencerp

The mornings after of a night out, Amy usually spent them in her apartment just lounging around -- trying to get over a hangover or two. However that wasn't an option when she'd left Spencer's apartment earlier in the day. She went home and showered -- but before anything else could happen, there was something Amy had to attend to -- her disease. It wasn't something she liked doing, but it wasn't something she had the privileged of ignoring. How was she supposed to beat something if she ignored it? Sure, she got to ignore it by having fun nights out, meeting new people -- dancing the sadness away -- but at the end of the day, the disease was still there and so were the doctors.

The two toned haired girls least favourite thing to do was restocking the storage closets, that was for sure. Most because she liked having the patient interaction, and the last time she checked -- putting packets of bandages into plastic containers wasn't a very social task. She didn't decline doing it though, even though she could've so easily done so. Amy had done it multiple times before, claimed that she was drowning in patient charts or that a patient just buzzed her for a shower. But for some reason today, Amy didn't have it in her to lie. Though lying was easily one of the things she did most days to get out of tasks like this one, it wasn't something she was proud of doing. Sometimes, she thought to herself as she loaded her arms with light boxes, you had to suck it up and do the task in front of you, regardless of whether or not it was enjoyable.