<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><em>Amaya -- With Nurse Frost seeing Mrs. S</em>.</strong> </span></span><br/><br/>Coming out of the nursing station behind Nurse Kate, Amaya wasn't entirely prepared for what she saw behind the doors to the B Ward.  There were... sick people!  Real sick people.  Like, people who were actually sick and would need her help.  For a moment the muscles in her stomach clenched and a cold chill swept down her spine.  What if she forgot everything she'd learned in school?  What if they hated her?  What if she was a horrible nurse?  What if she made a horrible, horrible mistake and --<br/><br/>Dr. Harris?  Amaya's dark eyes swept up as she trailed beside Kate and her warm smile grew just a bit brighter as they landed on Doctor Harris.  That was the one who had smiled at her earlier.  How could she be wrong about this place?  It even came with hunky Doctors!  "Good morning, Doctor Harris.  It's so nice to meet you," she greeted, faint spots of pink dotting over her cheeks before she turned to follow Kate to the patient and drag herself into what she was supposed to be doing -- which was<em>not</em>thinking of totally shagadelic guys!<br/><br/>Purposely she turned her attention back to Kate as she began to talk quietly to her.  Gnomere?  Gnomer?  Why didn't they just tell the old lady nothing was wrong and to go home?  Surely she'd figure out the answers at some point.<br/><br/>Amaya's eyes widened at Kate's question, a slight look of horror briefly crossing her features.  "Take her blood pressure?  Oh, but I probably don't want her blood pressure.  She is sick, after all, and I'm still healthy, you know!  I do eat an apple an day, how could I not be?  Why don't I measure her blood pressure instead?" she suggested, her features brightening that she had taken the initiative.  This was going to be a breeze!<br/><br/>She was smiling brightly again as she approached Mrs. Staudemeyer, though a brief look of panic flared when she looked to the right and left of the bed for the blood pressure gadget.  Oh yes!  That one.  With a soft hum, she turned back to the patient and was gentle as she fastened the wide belt around her upper arm and then began to carefully pump, her eyes fastened on the reader.  "Nine cats?  That's really... far out."  Yeah.  "I have an aunt who has lots of cats, six I think was her last count, and she's going on ninety!  Into the whole sewing, knitting, real old, boring things, you know?  She never did marry or have any children.  Maybe you two could be penpals!  I'm sure you have lots to talk about.  Oops!  There we go!"  She chirruped just as she cut the pumping for the blood pressure and then it fall back, the reading read out for Kate to note down.  "Aw, not looking bad at all there, Mrs. S!  You must eat an apple a day, too!  Maybe we can even get you some bacon for breakfast.  My family's cook Lola made some great bacon and eggs this morning."<br/><br/>So pleased with herself, she beamed back at Kate before reaching for her stethoscope and hummed as she took Mrs. S's heart rate.