Getting your hyperactive three year old to go to sleep was a challenge. Getting him to sleep when he knew you were leaving to shadow a graveyard-shift ER doctor was even harder. Convincing him that his grandfather would protect him from the "scaries" was just near impossible. But at long last, after talking and hugging and singing slightly off-key, he was safely asleep. Minae groaned deeply as she to her hall closet, followed by an aging man with a smug sort of smile on his face. 

"He's just like you when you were that age" Her uncle chuckled, keeping his hands in sweatshirt pockets as Minae put on her coat 

"Then god help me" She muttered, soliciting another chuckle. 

" Have you met any other demons or angels trying to see him?" He asked

"Is water wet?" she responded, grabbing her bag. A sigh was his only retort

"Be safe" He yelled out to her, to which she nodded, and left her apartment

A brisk walk was all it took to get to the hospital, but it was a dreaded thing. Auras all around her glowed and fluctuated and glistened and shook. Demons true forms loomed over people and under them. Angels looked so dignified and pompous it made her want to gag. Everything around her was so big and loud and cranky. It was such a stressful life. She hated being a sensitive. But step my step by little step, she sped-walked to the hospital, entering the automatic doors of the ER. She felt the aura of another two sensitives in the area, but she didn't care, approaching the front desk and asking where the ER Doctor she would be shadowing was.