<div align="center"><strong>Name: Keira<br/>Location: Her Apartment<br/>Tag: N/A</strong></div><br/>Another night, another shift ended.<br/><br/>The sound of a key sliding into the lock was heard before the door to 1216-B was pushed opened admitting its tired occupant. Locking the door behind her, Keira moved into into the area used as the living room. Setting her bag down on the floor Keira unclipped her cellphone and put it on its charger before sprawling out on the couch sinking in with a contented sigh into the comfortable cushions. Thanks to a sick co-worker she had just pulled off a deadman's shift - a complete forty-eight hours straight on the road, instead of her normal twenty-four; going from one emergency after another with only two hours of sleep divide up into short powered cat-naps in between answering one emergency after another.<br/><br/>The worst had been a incident had occurred just before the end of her shift; a pile up in the downtown section, where a drunk driver and his delivery had pulled out into oncoming traffic causing a considerable traffic jam. Many of the of those injured had gotten away with scrapes, bumps and bruises but there had be more than a few that been critically injured. The worst she and her partner had transported had been a mother and a young daughter of about twelve. They had been pulled out a of cab, the daughter miraculously getting away with a sprained arm but the mother had sustained serious injuries protecting her daughter during the accident. The better facility would have been her aunt's but it was too far away so they took the woman and her daughter to one that was closest, a university hospital.<br/><br/>A growl escaped the bluenette just thinking about that place. It wasn't that she hated University Hospital she just didn't have a favorable opinion of them with their usual malpractice suits, the drug trails, their overall petty pecking order and general refusal to reform a rather stagnate healthcare system or anything else that took away their control and prestige. Most university hospitals were notoriously apathetic where it concerned in taking in foreign tourists; not only for the language barrier but their belief University's unspoken belief that most of these foreigners don't have the appropriate insurance if any at all.<br/><br/>It was one of the main reasons why she had decided once she finished her basic courses she would transfer over to a more established medical school over in the United States for her internship. The doctors there, hell even their nurses, were expected to know and do much more than what was the standard norm here in most of the hospitals in Japan. Perhaps once she has earned her liscensure she would come back and works at her aunt's hospital, but for right now that day was quiet a ways off.<br/><br/>And tonight was no exception. They brought the woman and her daughter in and the doctor on call had been nothing short of an ass being assigned to the woman's case, a<em>gaijin</em>- no less. How men like Fujigawa become doctors was a mystery to her, either that or their ass kissing skills were seriously above par. Despite all this the woman was just barely able to pull through surgery. Keira offered to stay with the daughter until the woman's husband arrived as she didn't trust most of the staff not to put her in a private room and forget about her and to act as a translator for when the husband arrived. A gesture the man had been eternally grateful for when he arrived. Thankfully her boss had been the understanding sort when she told him the situation after she left the hospital.<br/><br/>As far as Keira was concerned, asides from helping that family her only consolation was that she was given the week off from work given that she had put in some incredible overtime to ensure the shifts were covered during a serious bout of the flu going around. Such generosity wouldn't be extended again given the upcoming college semester. Sighing, she turned over onto her side hugging on of the throws pillows to her chest while resting her head on the other. Physically she was tired but mentally she was fully away and wired. A glance at the digital wall clock showed it was only 10:30 at night. Kei contemplated what she could do but decided against going out as none of her usual crowd would out about about tonight. So she settled on doing a light workout instead. Getting up she began stretching her limbs working out the stiff soreness lingering in her body before moving to perform a series of katas.<br/><br/>It was apparent if anyone was there to see her and had any inkling of knowledge that she was well practiced in the marital arts, her movements were slow, graceful and efficient, wasting no movement or energy as she flowed from one stance adding in acrobatics here and their to keep things varied. Every muscles in her body was worked by the time she brought her exercise to a close an hour and half later. Sweaty but feeling oddly relaxed and rejuvenated Keira took a hot shower coming back some time later, drying her hair and wearing and over sized Nightwish t-shirt. Walking back over to the living room she picked up the remote off the coffee table and turned on the stereo to play some music making sure the music was at a tolerable level.<br/><br/>The sound track from the most recent remake of the classical Phantom of the Opera started began to play, the song "Music of the Night" was one of her favorites. In her humble opinion there was no finer a Phantom than Gerard Butler. While the music played Keira wondered over to her kitchen to make some peppermint and chamomile tea. Once she had a steaming mug in her hand she went back to the couch and curled up and unwind.<br/><br/><em><strong>Keira is resting for the moment.</strong></em>