<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><em>Nurse Amaya Forman, in the cafeteria eating lunch.</em></strong> </span></span><br/><br/>The cafeteria didn't look anything like the one on General Hospital.  Where were the plants?  The nicely appetizing foods she always saw them eating?  The appeasing decorating?  Amaya couldn't help but shudder a little as she briefly froze in the doorway, her almond eyes widening as she glanced over the stark, drab area and swallowed hard.  Well, it didn't smell wretched, that was certainly a plus, but now she was rather thinking she should have brought lunch from home.  Or maybe stopping somewhere along the way for lunch, or even leaving the hospital.  Was that allowed?  Daddy did her some money.  Swallowing gently, Amaya straightened her shoulders.<em>Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... </em><br/><br/>Curving her lips into a small smile, the new nurse forced a calm exhale of breath and moved into the line behind a few other nurses and doctors.  She only inwardly sighed when the line behind her suddenly became a little crowded, her back quite nearly pressed into the doctor's chest behind her, and he certainly looked apologetic when she glanced over her shoulder at him when his hips bumped into hers, the curve of her ass briefly pressed into his lap.  After a careful study of the offerings spread over the carts, Amaya's tray consisted of a salad, a plate of fries, a brownie and a cherry Popsicle, and a carton of chocolate milk.<br/><br/>Pocketing the change into her apron, Amaya carefully held her tray as she glanced over the cafeteria and considered her sitting options.  The only person she really -- sort of -- knew was Kate and it seemed a bit daunting plopping her tray down next to a handful of strangers.  She ended up moving toward a clear section of one of the tables, not quite sitting apart from everyone but neither joining any of the groups.  Very neatly she set down her lunch, the salad before her with the fries to its upper right, the brownie and cherry Popsicle set on a napkin to the upper left; her utensils set beside her plate, nestled on their own napkin, and she spread another napkin over her lap.  The carton of chocolate milk was carefully opened and set near her right hand once a small sip had been taken.<br/><br/>Crossing her legs under the table, the hem of her uniform hugging her thighs, Amaya closed her eyes and said a quick, quiet prayer before smiling at the lunch and taking her first bite of salad.<br/><br/>