[KEITH JONAH BRECKAH]

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[attr="class","keith-quote"]We must live together as brothers or perish together as fools.

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[attr="class","keith-text"]The hospital was dangerously bright in the afternoon. Keith was never this early, but it was mandatory he was here. Some nursing students would be coming and watching, and the school didn’t want them to be in at night until their third year. Fair enough. It took a lot for Keith to even feel ready, as it meant there were a lot more people. Not only was it his usual sleeping time, but his social bar had also to be full to feel like a decent, polite human. While it probably wasn’t going to be that bad – Keith couldn’t help but run through everything. Urgh, he grunted at himself. Keith locked his car and walked in – saying hello to some of the desk staff. The Willow Bridge city hospital was his usual haunt, but Keith would be at Hickstead. They were needing some extra hands for a nasty crash that happened a week ago. Keith hadn’t worked on the trauma floor in a while now, as he was often in Psych – but like all nurses, he was well-rounded. He stepped into the break room where he already saw a few students being paired up with their nurses. God, there were a lot of them. Keith could feel his chest tighten, but he didn’t show it. A gentle smile crossed his lips. “So who is the poor sod that’s stuck with Keith today?” he asked, in a teasing – but friendly manner. 11/8/22 (afternoon) → outfit → Carmen Andraste Salvadore

[attr="class","keith-name"]Keith J. Breckah

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[Carmen Andraste Salvadore]

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Despite the fact that there were already nurses pairing up with their assigned student tag-along, Carmen was still nose deep in his text book. He knew the name of the nurse he was assigned to but thus far, he had not yet heard the name said nor a voice that called out for him in general. So why bother wasting time just twiddling his thumbs as he waited when he could at least be trying to catch up with where he was behind? It made sense to him at least.

“So who is the poor sod that’s stuck with Keith today?” he asked, in a teasing – but friendly manner.

That perked Carmen's ears enough to raise a hand, "Right here I guess."

He frowned a little as he slid his page marker down to where he had been reading before finally looking up at the masculine nurse he was assigned to. He tilted his head - not what he had thought he would be stuck with, but then what was normal when someone like him was going into the medical field? He shouldn't have been so shocked about it. But he was.

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[KEITH JONAH BRECKAH]

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[attr="class","keith-quote"]We must live together as brothers or perish together as fools.

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[attr="class","keith-text"]Keith looked at the person that called out, taking him in. Taking him in more than he expected to. But he smiled and introduced himself properly. “I’m Keith, nice to meet you,” he said, holding out his hand for a firm handshake. “Is this your first clinical?” It was better to go in knowing how much someone had already done already. Sometimes the first clinical wasn’t as intense as the second or third. It would help gauge how far Keith could push someone. Nursing wasn’t for everyone, but if they could manage to survive – it was a decent sign they were in for the long haul. “If it isn’t what floors and groups have you worked on already?” Keith added, taking the time to take off his outer layer and plopping his bag into an empty chair. 11/8/22 (afternoon) → outfit → Carmen Andraste Salvadore

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