<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Traci_zps78c06cce.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Traci Bradley<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Temp NPC, Crash victim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hospital Room<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Receiving care.<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Hook<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Possibly<br/><hr/>“Sick leave? That’s funny.”  Health care and her boss’s attitude toward it wasn’t something she was really looking to discuss at the moment.  Thinking about it and the upcoming bill for all of this would just be beyond depressing.  Luckily he provided a rather stellar distraction. She  lifted her hips a bit off the bed making the angle a bit easier for him to fish her phone out trying very hard not to notice just how warm those long fingered hands were as one pressed tightly to her thigh through that thin layer of fabric.<br/><br/>“Purgatory.  The name.  I’m not even trying to be clever there, it’s a bar on 73rd .  I was on my way there when this happened.”  A small almost self-deprecating smile curved at her lips as she waited for him to pull it up and then she carefully shifted taking the phone between her ear and shoulder murmuring a quick thank you as she waited for someone to answer.<br/><br/>The conversation was neither long nor pretty. She quickly explained what happened and where she was, but her manager on the other end was clearly not exactly sympathetic about what had happened more worried about the inconvenience it provided him than anything else.  “No Eric I can’t make it in later.  Probably not tomorrow either….. Look I couldn’t even dial the damn phone my hands are all mummified and I have like what six? Seven? Stitches in my head.  I’m sorry that you’re having a bad night, mine hasn’t been all that great either…. I know .. I’m sorry .. yeah you too.” And with that she kind of fumbled with the phone with her bandaged hand before just dropping it into her lap with a low sound suspiciously close to a growl.<br/><br/>“Do I have to stay here much longer? I mean, not that I’m not grateful, but right now going home and never leaving my apartment again sounds pretty appealing… Thank you for staying with me though, I know you didn’t have to, and you probably have, you know, other stuff to do.” Her features were still a bit paler than normal making the slight blush accompanying the words that much more noticeable.<br/>