Post by Francios C. Van Heerden on Aug 3, 2012 4:28:32 GMT -5
Night shift. God only knew how much Francious hated the night shift. In South Africa he'd done the night shift and here they did short straws at the end of the week to determined who was on night shift. He was sure they jinxed it. He always happened to draw the short straw and it was getting a bit much now. It was his third week on night shift and it wasn't called the grave yard shift for nothing. He felt like all he needed to do was lean to the side a bit more and he'd tumble off... dead.
Fran pushed from the wall and started heading down the hall. Maybe he could get a coffee or something because he could already feel his eyes drooping. Maybe a cigarette as well. He sure as hell needed it. He was falling asleep where he was standing. To be honest, that wasn't at all a good thing. In a place like this he needed to be alert and awake. Who knew what the residents of TwinRidge would try when they thought that no one was looking.
Fran checked his wrist watch in the dimmed lights of the hallway. Only 2 am? That was rediculous. He wondered faintly what the dangerzoners were doing. Yes, they had a name for high risk area and there were normally two guards on duty there. He didn't envy that shift but it also meant that they were allowed to sleep or doze. Patients were knocked out in that hallway. Here, not so much. He wouldn't go looking for entertainment. He had a job to do here.
Suddenly he heard one of the doorways down the hallway open and his eyes narrowed. Wakefulness seeped into his pores and he headed toward the cause of the disruption of his silent wanderings.
"Bit Late for wandering the hallways at night isn't it?"
He said in a low voice as not to disturb anyone else that might be sleeping. He was in no mood for a riot.
Fran pushed from the wall and started heading down the hall. Maybe he could get a coffee or something because he could already feel his eyes drooping. Maybe a cigarette as well. He sure as hell needed it. He was falling asleep where he was standing. To be honest, that wasn't at all a good thing. In a place like this he needed to be alert and awake. Who knew what the residents of TwinRidge would try when they thought that no one was looking.
Fran checked his wrist watch in the dimmed lights of the hallway. Only 2 am? That was rediculous. He wondered faintly what the dangerzoners were doing. Yes, they had a name for high risk area and there were normally two guards on duty there. He didn't envy that shift but it also meant that they were allowed to sleep or doze. Patients were knocked out in that hallway. Here, not so much. He wouldn't go looking for entertainment. He had a job to do here.
Suddenly he heard one of the doorways down the hallway open and his eyes narrowed. Wakefulness seeped into his pores and he headed toward the cause of the disruption of his silent wanderings.
"Bit Late for wandering the hallways at night isn't it?"
He said in a low voice as not to disturb anyone else that might be sleeping. He was in no mood for a riot.