<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Nurse Dallas, handing out breakfast and tending to Mr. Ryan</em></span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Ginny listened carefully to head nurse Fairchild's barked orders and then hurried over to the little pantry to gather breakfast for the patients. Everything had been prepped so she only needed to put the plates on the wagon and stroll with it into the ward. She stopped at each occupied bed, also the ones with sleeping patients in case they'd wake up during rounds, and put a plate of buttered toast with jam, some juice and a cup of coffee on the bedside tables. The last one to get his breakfast was her assigned patient, Mr. Ryan. The poor guy was practically withering in front of them, fading a little each day. There was an unspoken and spoken rule on the ward to simply make his time easier until he inevitably passed away.<br/><br/>She offered him a bright smile as she adjusted his pillows and made sure he had everything in reach.<strong>"How are we today, Dan?" </strong>she chatted in a friendly tone and checked his sheets briefly without making a big deal of it. He needed new ones. It had probably been a long night for him, judging by the stains... She wondered who'd been on the night shift but didn't dwell on it.<br/><strong>"Anything I can do for you?"</strong><br/><br/>