Nancy was delivered to the infirmary, said her goodbyes and thanks to Sasha, and settled onto one of the beds there. She just needed to rest until the back pain eased up a little and the initial craziness that the pills brought on passed. The pills were a low dose for when she had to work. She had another prescription of higher doses for when she had time to herself at home. She didn't even carry those pills around, instead keeping them in the medicine cabinet in her bathroom. Her arm was laid over her eyes

A middle aged nurse with square glasses scowled at Nancy on the infirmary bed from her workstation. "Everyone's tired. If she's going to have to lie down every time, we need to fire her." The nurse muttered to another nurse near her.

"Excuse you, she had a back injury when she was a child. She told us that up front when we hired her, and this is the first time she's had a problem with it. It's fine."

The square-eyed nurse kept scowling. "I have a bad knee. You don't see me complaining." She spoke loud enough to be sure Nancy could hear. Nancy peeked out from under her arm and waited until she turned her back to flash her the middle finger. She didn't let it get to her, or at least she tried not to. That nurse was a bitter person who was unhappy with everything. Nancy didn't feel the need to try to change that.

[color=Brown]"Oh yes, I'm certain arthritic knees are on the same level to a fractured spine. How about this? Next time you have a problem with me, say it to my face instead of being so passive aggressive."[/color] Why did the pills make her so chatty?!

The square eyed nurse slammed her notebook down and turned the the nurse near her.

"I'm going to file a complaint against her." And she stormed off.

[i]Great...[/i] Nancy thought.

"Don't worry, Nance. She files a complaint against someone nearly every week."