It was just another regular night at the hospital. People came in and out. Most of them unwell. A lot of them just overreacting. Harriett sighed as she opened her locker. It was finally time for her to go home and rest her feet. Harriett was a nurse in the free clinic. She formally worked in the ER and had to step down when she felt it was too much for her. Now she was bored dealing with simple shots and coughs and colds. She wished she had the excitement of the ER again, she could handle it now. She knew it.
As she slung her purse over her shoulder, she checked herself in the mirror. She wore close to no makeup when she worked and her dark hair was a mess. She groaned and shurgged. "Screw it." With that Harriett threw her locker closed and slumped out of her room. She was so tired and couldn't wait to visit her bed in her small home. Waving to a few of the other nurses as she left, she faked a smile. Most of them were twenty years her senior in the clinic. They didn't really share much in common.
The automatic doors opened for her and she felt like she was intruding when she stepped into the empty underground carpark. It was eerie seeing only a few cars, her blue one was on the other side of the lot. She groaned again and hugged herself to try and keep the cold out. She silently wished she had brought a jacket to wear over her scrubs but it was too late now. The eerie feeling still followed her as she walked in silence. She couldn't help but look over her shoulder and pause a few times. Something just didn't feel right.