Post by Daniel Foley on Sept 12, 2011 22:30:18 GMT 1
Daniel rolled his shoulders as he woke up. Of course, he'd fallen asleep in the infirmary. Again. It seemed he slept more in there than his own room, which was actually the truth.
He'd been bent over a medical text book, reading all her could on Crohn's Disease, wanting to help a little boy he'd read about in the newspaper who suffered from the horrible illness. It was fascinating in a gruesome way. Then again, he found all diseases fascinating.
If it wasn't for his healing factor, he was sure his back would be messed up by now, due to the many nights he fell asleep bent over a book at a desk, dead to the world.
He knew he overworked himself to the point of neglecting his own health - silly, for someone who was basically a doctor, but very common in that profession.
He checked the time. 3am. So he'd managed to get 3 hours of sleep, at least. Well, that was good. He slowly wandered over to the medical closet, rubbing his shoulders, and rolled his eyes at what he'd found.
Ayame had obviously been in here again, whilst he was asleep - that girl was so lightfooted it was insane - and rearranged the supplies, once more, so they were in size order, not alphabetical. It was cute, in a way, but also slightly annoying. But at least now he had a good idea of where each thing was, due to the fact he'd had to fix the mess many times before. At least it always kept him busy.
He'd been bent over a medical text book, reading all her could on Crohn's Disease, wanting to help a little boy he'd read about in the newspaper who suffered from the horrible illness. It was fascinating in a gruesome way. Then again, he found all diseases fascinating.
If it wasn't for his healing factor, he was sure his back would be messed up by now, due to the many nights he fell asleep bent over a book at a desk, dead to the world.
He knew he overworked himself to the point of neglecting his own health - silly, for someone who was basically a doctor, but very common in that profession.
He checked the time. 3am. So he'd managed to get 3 hours of sleep, at least. Well, that was good. He slowly wandered over to the medical closet, rubbing his shoulders, and rolled his eyes at what he'd found.
Ayame had obviously been in here again, whilst he was asleep - that girl was so lightfooted it was insane - and rearranged the supplies, once more, so they were in size order, not alphabetical. It was cute, in a way, but also slightly annoying. But at least now he had a good idea of where each thing was, due to the fact he'd had to fix the mess many times before. At least it always kept him busy.