`where is your posture? //open

[haruka]

We'll crawl out of my window, honey,
and in the morning I'm out of my head,
I wish I was sleeping In your hospital bed.
Give me some time to get on your mind.

- The sun was shining far too brightly for Jaina's liking. But this was Hawaii, the sun could shine as much as it wanted to, no matter how much it made Jaina grumble. Having been called into the general hospital in the wee hours of the morning, Dr. Kandel had just been released long enough to get herself lunch and a well deserved cup of bean juice. Striding purposefully down the boardwalk, a striped navy bag slung over her shoulder filled with files and paperwork, Jaina made her way toward the local Starbucks. With an exasperated sigh, the woman raked her fingers through her tangled hair that still smelled of sterilization and the OR.

- Jaina yanked on the door, using the momentum to step into the cool air-conditioned atmosphere of the Starbucks. Sidling up to the counter, after what appeared to be a surfer of sorts (judging by his floral printed board shorts and wifebeater that boasted a sports company's brand name) Jaina smiled pleasantly up at the person behind the counter before stating "Grande Mocha Frapp. No whip, please." looking past the person to the man mixing the different caffeinated drinks. Once the drink slid across the counter, Jaina stabbed at the icy drink with a straw, taking a sip before settling herself in a corner. Time for work.

- Unloading a file from her bag, Jaina began to initial prescriptions, jot notes on a separate piece of paper, and sign her entire name with a flourish. Staring at the handwriting of her assistant, a script that was actually readable to humankind, Jaina tried not to sigh in exhaustion as she took another sip from the plastic cup to her left. So this woman had a benign tumor, eh? And Mr. James seemed to have what was suspected to be second stage lung cancer. Small cell, apparently. Susan needed her cast removed, and her bone checked. Apparently an xray tech didn't think they could handle it themselves, and had to call in the surgeon for crying out loud. That, Jaina would be sending back to the nurses with a hot pink flower stick note with bold black writing on it stating 'DO IT YOURSELF'.
Ah, Jaina liked being the boss.

And in the morning I'm out of my head,
I wish I was sleeping In your hospital bed.
Give me some time to get on your mind...

[nathan]

The sun was beating down on his head as Nathan strolled down the street, taking a walk after his workout at the Olympic. Having taken a cold shower, everything was pleasant until he’d been walking in the open for a while. God, he’d thought he’d been used to heat moving here form California, but he’d realized already on his first day in Mica that he’d been wrong. Still, he could not complain. He knew old people moved to warmed places when they started getting sick in the winter, and he liked to think about his wrist in the same way. After being told he could never play again, he’d done everything in his powers to prove them wrong, but all it did was sending him back in when his wrist started hurting again. It still did, but that did not keep him away from the court. As long as he did not overdo it, he was fine.

The bag was beginning to feel uncomfortable resting across his shoulder, and it was not hard to talk himself into a cold drink once he saw the green Starbucks sign around the corner. Pushing the door open, he removed his pilot sunglasses so that he could actually see where he was going. It really surprised him how much darker it got with them on once he came outside, but he figured it must have something to do with the fact that it was a million times brighter out there on the streets than in here. “One white chocolate mocha frappuchino, please.” he said, placing the money on the counter for the guy to take whenever he saw it fit. The cold coffee made the glass fog on the outside, and it felt icy against his hands as he picked it up. Looking around for a free table, his eyes fell upon a familiar face.

He stood there by the counter for a second, contemplating whether he should approach her or not. For all he knew, she was not alone. Noticing the paperwork, however, he highly doubted that. In that case, no wonder he’s went to the bathroom or whatever. “You know, I think you’ve misunderstood the concept of a break.” He stated, sitting down opposite of Jaina while taking a sip of his drink. He hated coffee, but the iced ones weren’t so bad, and besides, it tasted more of chocolate or vanilla than actual coffee.

[haruka]

I can change
I'll correct the defect
repair the injury called you and me
I can change
I'll surrender to it
I can suffer with the best of them.

- Shuffling papers around the small table, Jaina just barely noticed the figure striding toward her table, and only when he sat and took a loud slurp of his icy drink. She started lightly, before peering up at him with a roll of her doe-brown eyes "What break? This is relocation." with a frustrated huff, Dr. Kandel gathered the paperwork into one large pile and stuffed it back into the canvas navy bag, regardless of how wrinkled the parchment would be when she removed it. Turning back to the man, she leaned into the backing of her chair, grasping the clear plastic of her cup as she took a sip. With the heat in Hawaii, these babes were probably the hottest selling drinks Starbucks had to offer. Combining caffeine with ice. Perfect

- Setting the cup down with a content sigh, Jaina blinked up at Nathan with an expression that said 'why are you distracting me?'. Although it was rather irritating to have someone interrupt, Dr. Kandel welcomed the distraction. Paperwork wasn't really her favourite thing to do, in comparison to sitting and talking (even if the person you were talking with could be a pain in the ass) with a frigid drink in hand. The papers weren't really worth her time, records weren't the most fun to keep. Besides, there were underdogs who could do this stuff, and it's not as if you really want to piss off a surgeon. Because most of the time, surgeons wield the scalpel, and they might just accidentally slip...

- "I'm doing paperwork. It's about as shitty as it sounds." at that, she jabbed a thumb down at her bag, the other hand fidgeting with a pen that sported the hospital logo "Just authorizing this and that, making sure there are no mistakes, writing nasty threats on post-it notes when people send me stupid requests. Ya know, the good stuff." running a hand through her hair, Jaina vaguely recalled not having the time to shower before she rushed out early that morning, and with the muggy conditions outdoors it only made her wish for a cool shower even more "How about you?"

Hold me under
cut away this empty
Hold me under
change the way I feel about you.