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Date Posted: Fri, Oct 07 2005, 10:35pm PDT
Author: Aubree
Subject: I want to live where soul meets body...
In reply to: Cash Grayson 's message, "It's the blood of a champion, pumpin...
Deep inside my veins, too much pride to be runnin'
I'mma get all I can and even more if I can " on Fri, Oct 07 2005, 10:19pm PDT

She may have been young, but she was very experienced in her occupation. For years before she even finished high school, she had known that she wanted to be a nurse, so the fall after graduation, she had begin school, and completed the program right on track, and had been working for hospitals ever since. This was her third location, and she had a long term contract, and that sounded alright to her - she was getting to the point in her life that the idea of settling down didn't sound too bad. A stubborn boxer on the verge of one-too-many hits to the head promised to be a challenge and she was looking forward to it - always the optimistic type. She was a little late for her meeting with him, because his doctor had been late for the meeting with her, but such was the life of working in a hospital, and the saying was 'better late than never', wasn't it? Pushing in to his room, an open smile lit her lightly made-up features. Her hair was pulled back into a simple but pretty ponytail - a byproduct of the job - but she was free of the stereotypical scrubs because of her exact job description. She wore charcoal dress pants and a fitted white button-up blouse, and carried a file folder with his information in it, and exuded friendly confidence. "Hello Mr. Grayson."

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He frowned, his eyes raking none to subtley over her form before he tipped his head. "Am I supposed to know you?" He questioned, the voice carrying an arrogant air but there was the underlying question on it too. Since he had been in the hospital he had been forgetting things constantly and that bothered him. There was more to his anger and aggravation then just not being able to fight, it was the complete lack of control. He was the man who was always in control of the situation, always had a handle on what was going on and could work things to play out the way he wanted them - This...this he had no control over and it scared the shit out of him. (NT) -- Cash, Fri, Oct 07 2005, 10:41pm PDT