<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/natashayi12.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Amaya Forman -- At the nursing station.</span></strong></em></span><br/><br/>Since five that morning, when she'd woken to the sweet sing-song of her alarm clock that told her another sunshining day had begun, Amaya Forman hadn't stopped smiling.  It was her first day as a real, official, licensed nurse!  The hospital badge alone she couldn't stop staring at, and even though Daddy had asked her yet again if she really wanted to go into the work force (With such disdain in his voice, too!  He really needed to watch an episode of General Hospital with her.), she hadn't stopped smiling.  As she came sweeping into the hospital, her long, silky dark hair perfectly feathered just like Farrah's, she wore the badge proudly pinned on the right side on her crisp, white uniform that nearly clung to her figure, and was smiling brighter and brighter the closer she got to the Nurses Station.<br/><br/>By the time she was there she was virtually beaming.  Everyone she'd passed on the way had gotten a cheery, "Good morning!"  She was early enough that she was the first person at the Nurses Station and it was there she waited, standing patient and smiling as she waited.  There had been just enough alone that by the time one of the Doctors passed by -- oh, he smiled at her!  Wasn't that sweet?! -- and other Nurses started drifting to the station she had managed to steady her heart beat.  It didn't at all look quite like the set of General Hospital, but it was close enough and ...<br/><br/>Oh!  The meeting!  Dark lashes fluttering, she snapped to attention with bright smiles given to those gathered at the station and listened.<br/><br/>Manual labor?!  Amaya's eyes widened as she thought of doing anything that would make her break into a sweat or chip her fresh manicure -- hefting huge bags of garbage being the first that came to mind -- and she scrunched her slim nose.  They certainly hadn't covered that in nursing school.  Weren't farm hands the sort to do manual labor?  Or city workers.  Or the less fortunate.<em>Now remember, Daddy did say to put my best foot forward.</em>Her attention, however, was quickly snapped away as the Head Nurse continued and within a heartbeat the smile blossomed back over her features.  A second later she was hoping she hadn't started paying attention again.<br/><br/>"It's so nice to meet you, Nurse Kate!" she gushed warmly and gave her a friendly squeeze of a hug in return, her eyes dancing around with a near sense of merriment.  Then she dropped her voice down into a whisper, "We don't really do manual labor, right?  And... groping?  Really?"<br/><br/>It<em>was </em>like General Hospital!  Just wait till she told the girls!<br/>