<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Virginia Dallas, returning to Bed 6 for Dan Ryan</em></span></span><br/><br/>Ginny had finished a sandwich from the cafeteria and a bottle of juice in a hurry and returned to the nursing station. She didn't feel like sitting down in the cafeteria today. When she returned she found a pacing head nurse Fairchild, storming the hall with a clipboard in hand and eying the clock. The head nurse was never in a good mood right after they lost a patient. It got her wound up and agitated, but it usually passed in an hour or so, thank God. Meanwhile all one could do was make sure not to piss her off and to simply do as told.<br/>"Ah, Dallas. You're needed in the ward. Bed six." The tall readhead nodded curtly towards the ward and Ginny hurried over right away. She was about to step through the door when she remembered what she'd promised Mr. Ryan. She turned around, got a wheelchair and returned to the ward with a bright smile back on her face.<br/><br/>"Well now, Mr. Ryan. How about that walk?" She placed the chair by the bed and got ready to move him, softly but confidently taking hold on his deteriorating body to shift him from the bed to the chair. Noises from behind the curtain at bed 10 made her blush a little and wonder which of the interns or doctors were playing with little Jane Doe. Or wait, hadn't Jameson been issued that patient? She grinned slightly despite the blush and turned her attention back to her own patient. "Are you comfortable, honey? Do you wand me to get another pillow?" She'd put a pillow behind his back and a blanket over his feet, tucking him in nicely.