<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><em>Amaya -- With Kate, a little stunned and moving on to their next patient</em>.</strong> </span></span><br/><br/>For a moment Amaya didn't move.  She frozen even as Kate was moving on to their next bed and stared, wide eyed, at the sleeping Mrs. S and tried very hard to ignore the small rush of tingles that lingered.<em> Had Kate... her hand... there?  </em>No, she definitely hadn't imagined that!  But why had<em>she</em>tingled?  Kate was a girl!  A girl.  Like her.  Girls didn't do those sorts of things... did they?  This was not something that had ever been discussed, and something she very much doubted she could ask either of her parents about.  She didn't think she'd ever seen this on an episode of General Hospital, either.  Realizing Kate was well on her way to the next bed, Amaya's lashes fluttered and she snapped herself back into the present.<br/><br/>"R-right, Mrs. G!"<br/><br/>She swallowed and turned, smoothing away imaginary wrinkles from the front of her skirt, and quickly caught up to where Kate was leading them.  Her thoughts, however, were anywhere but on the patient!  Even as she smiled down to the woman, she couldn't help but glance at Kate from the corner of her eye and knew her cheeks were flushing with warmth at the mere thought of what had just transpired.  Groping had been mentioned, but she'd assumed that would come from the patients and possibly a few of the doctors.  Nurse Kate?  She waited for the thought of how she hoped it wouldn't happen again and found herself a little surprised that it never came.  It certainly hadn't felt bad, not if the tingles were any indication.  It was, perhaps, by sheer accident that Amaya's fingers lightly brushed along Kate's thigh as she came up beside her and reached to carefully adjust Mrs. Golding's blanket.<br/><br/>Her smile was as bright as ever when she looked at Mrs. Golding and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Golding!  Sleep well?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><em>Anna Belle Lewis -- Being attended to by The Fat Man, Nurse Dallas and Doctor Adams</em>.</strong> </span></span><br/><br/>"Anna Belle... My name is Anna Belle.  It hurts EVERYWHERE!  I'm dying!  I think I'm<em>dying</em>!"  Well, not quite.  Anna Belle had not stopped holding tightly to her sides, even more tears slipping down from her puffy blue-green eyes as she squirmed and whimpered in the chair.  "My sides, Doctor!  Oooh, they hurt."  Those words were nearly moaned as she arched in the wheelchair and hiccuped out a sob.  Her lips very quickly parted for the pill, the glass of water merely sipped at to moisten her throat just enough, the glass clutched hard with one trembling hand before she passed it back to him.  Don't go anywhere?!  For one sheer second she could only stare dumbfounded at him before another whimper sobbed through.  Where the fuck was she going to go?!<br/><br/>By the time he returned, Anna Belle had managed to get herself from the wheelchair to the bed.  The little happy pill had certainly started to kick in; she was no longer clutching at her sides, instead reduced to softened whimpers and her full mouth caught in a small pout.  Her eyes, still clouded with tears, flickered from the nurse and doctor that came in behind The Fat Man as her hand curled around the offered one.  Once more she hiccuped, sniffled as she felt the pain going through her and winced, though it wasn't nearly as bad as before.  Certainly not at all as bad as when she woke up.<br/><br/>"It s-started about six.  This mornin'.  I woke up to all this pain in my sides and finally came here when it just kept getting worse and not going away.  Am I dying, Doctor?  Please tell me I'm not dying!  I can't die yet!"<br/><br/><br/>