"The time to relax is when you don't have time for it."

[nickthewarbler.livejournal.com]

Who: nickthewarbler (open to anyone/multiple)
What: When life gets the best of you
Where: Hospital Corridor near the ER
When: Around 7pm ish
Rating: PG

A spa retreat. That was what Nick needed. He was just pretty sure they didn't care for toddlers with erratic cases of The Terrible Twos. He had managed to get through another hectic shift where he spent more time in the sky than not and now he just had to take a breather before he keeled over and faceplanted the lino. The Emergency Room was almost overrun today and it didn't seem like it was about to stop anytime soon.

Nick clocked out of his shift by swiping his card through the machine and then pushed out the large double doors of the Emergency Unit to get away from the chaos. The first free seat he found lining the walls along the corridor from the ER to the elevators, he flopped down into it with a heavy sigh. What the hell was wrong with him lately? He usually kept up with everything so much, but all of a sudden it was like he was drowning in stress that he just couldn't get on top of it and still trying to work and raise a baby all on his own. Crazy stations.

He switched his phone on and as soon as it hooked into the network, a string of text messages buzzed through and he began sorting through them.



[ooc: In which Patto tries to catch up on a shit load of shit. Open to anyone and/or multiple taggers. Just assume one came after the other and all that logistical stuff and shit. Also, feel free to have you being the one he's texting and ask him to come to you. I'm being creative, be impressed ;) J/K]

[TEXT] To jewhawk

[alittletoolegal.livejournal.com]

I need to talk to you. And no, I don't want to fucking sleep with you again, before you even ask.