This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if
it is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know
them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get
in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at
asstr? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great!
Read on! Have fun! Let me know
what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine.
That’s right boys and girls…its copyrighted…so if you want it? Just ask-
Snow. Not just snow, but a deep, continuous snow. Now,
how the hell am I going to get to work?” she thought. She watched the
weather with dread, hating to drive in the stuff, knowing she really wasn’t
The phone jangled her out of her reverie. “Hello?”
“Leigh, is that you?” the voice on the other end replied.
“Of course. What’s the call for? I still plan on coming in.”
though god knows why. I must be insane.
“Actually, that’s why I’m calling. Don’t worry about driving
in. The state’s closed the roads, but hospital workers are considered
vital personnel, so they have national guardsmen picking people up.
Just make sure you pack up, cuz once you’re here, you’ll be locked in.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry…this is your first major storm. We can’t
be sure that people will be able to make it. So once you’re here, you
can’t leave until we’re sure we have sufficient staffing. We’ll give
you a place to sleep. Thank god they finished the new wing…the opening’s
supposed to be in a few weeks. So they’ll pop whomever up there. Any
“Nope. Bring my jammies, a change of uniforms, and be ready to
work for whoever can’t make it through the snow. Send me someone cute to pick
me up?” she chuckled.
“Hey if I could do that, I’d have one pick me up…see you at 4.”
She could hear the smirk over the phone.
Leigh dug in the back of her closet and pulled out her old backpack.
Picked out a long t-shirt for pajamas…something that she could walk around
in, if she wanted to. Threw in a couple sets of uniforms, and the necessary
underthings. The storm, renamed a blizzard at the last weather check, might
last all weekend.
Leigh waited at the front door, watching the road. They
had called a few minutes ago, telling her they wouldn’t go into the driveway…the
roads were bad enough. Sooner than she expected, a big dark green 4-wheeler
pulled up. She pulled up her hood and headed out the door. The
driver was personable, but not wanting to distract him from what must have
been difficult driving, she sat back and watched the snow after the first
In the hospital, the atmosphere was much different. Activity
and people bustling all over, like what you’d expect to see at a mall the
day after Thanksgiving. Many people decided to come in when
they could, rather than try the roads later on. Housekeeping was doing
extra work, setting up the rooms for all the workers locked in and the kitchen
was cooking extra food for everyone. She worked in the cafeteria, helping
with serving the staff, since there weren’t many visitors.
Many years later, she tried to explain what it was she felt when
she saw him. Not specifically love at first sight…not lust at first
sight…but fate was pulling her to him. She saw him come into the cafeteria,
and melted a little, even going as far as to pull a friend from security over
to ask who he was, as she had never seen him before.
He was about 6 foot tall, with thick auburn hair, and a neatly
clipped beard to match. He had smiling brown eyes, and the fair skin
you’d expect from a red-head, but no real freckles. He was wearing OR scrubs,
chatting with another professional. She rang him out at the register,
and continued on with her work. As the dinner rush slowed down, she
cleaned up the counters, helping the servers put the trays from the steam
table back to the kitchen. The tables needed scrubbing, and the kitchen
decided to leave some food out, since so many staff had stayed behind.
Bowls of fruit, bagels, bottles of water and juices were left out for the
At the end of her shift, Leigh was given her room assignment.
She wandered over to the new wing, got changed, and sat down to read the book
she had the foresight to drag with her. The stillness and energy kept
her from settling down, so after reading the same page for the third time,
she got up and wandered out, wondering if she would see any of her friends.
She walked the halls of the new wing, passing a few people, like her who
She meandered for a while, too tired to do much, but too awake
to sleep. Then, she saw him in the hall. Never really being a
shy person, she walked up to him. He smiled, saying he had noticed her
in the cafeteria. She smiled back at that, replying that she had noticed
him as well.
They rambled about, finding the quiet corridors so as not to
bother anyone. And they began to talk. The inconsequential and serious
discussions of the sort that people have when they chat at 3 in the morning.
His name was James, he was 31 to her 19 and was married, but having problems.
His wife was a drug user, becoming more and more dependent on heroin and he
was concerned for his two young daughters. The pain in his voice was
real and raw. They talked until dawn, testing each other, until he
offered to give her a back rub.
Copyright Dryad (firstname.lastname@example.org) 2002