Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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She couldn't believe that she had misplaced her freaking book, right when she was about to find out if Rodeo Queen Sierra Quintanilla about to crack to her unspoken desires for Diablo Sosa after arguing in a horse barn?! Tiffany Matthew had to know, but that proved difficult when she couldn't find the little book anywhere. And did she search everywhere. The woman just about used up all of her break walking all over the hospital. The ER didn't have it - that and they wanted her to stay out of their way. The baby unit didn't have it - nevermind that she was never assigned to work there. Nor did the break room or the nurses' station. What the heck. Did a patient snatch it somehow? To be honest, Tiffany wouldn't put it past some of those old biddies to do such a thing, they were as charming as they were sneaky. But then that would mean admitting to herself that she, a twenty nine year old woman, allowed someone in the age range in the late 60s or 70s, get the drop on her.
Fuck that. Her watch went off, signaling that her break was over and that she had to go pick up Maelle Orchidaceae from reception for her half day of shadowing. It was nothing but patient files and drawing blood today which meant that they would be stuck sitting in one of two places for the rest of the day. Tiffany supposed that at least Hickstead Hospital wasn't like her Army Base - where if a Harlequin Romance was found, the amount of teasing would have been astronomical. Granted, that always gave Tiffany a good target practice when it came to firing back with her own quips to shut grown men up. Admitting defeat to herself, she headed to reception now to find the college student. Thankfully, it didn't take long to find the girl and with her copper red hair and mass of freckles, she easily stuck out in the room and unfortunately for her, probably made her a flirting target to 75% of the patient pool. Heading over now, she dropped her hands on the desk and leaned over to peer down at the girl, "Hey Maelle," she greeted, "Before we start your shadowing, uh, has anyone brought a novel to you called..." Tiffany dropped her voice down to a whisper, "The Rodeo Queen?"
Mal let out a yawn again. Despite being on break now, there was something about the long hours. She had already had someone throw up in the waiting room and a blowout in the bathroom. It was a good thing that she had a strong stomach. Any medical person needed it.
The young woman stretched out in her office chair, hearing her shoulders pop a bit. She took a sip of her iced coffee, finishing it off – knowing full well she may need another. As Mal readjusted herself into a proper posture again, Tiffany – popped up out of nowhere.
Obviously, there was something important when the older woman leaned over – where Mal was sure she could tell what gun Tiffany could’ve possibly chewed earlier. She lifted her eyebrows, but then they settled. “Oh, this?” she asked, opening the drawer under her computer. The book was safely hidden away. “I found it on the floor of the break room earlier. I’m guessing it is yours?” Mal wasn’t one to read those types, but she also didn’t care. “It’s a secret if it is.”
Tiffany didn't know what to make of the young woman at first when she raised her eyebrows at her antics. Was it really that strange? Granted, she supposed she was being a little odd about a book that she didn't want anybody knowing was hers. Was it weird to not want people to know that she, the brash and opinionated nurse, had a thing for corny romance novels and was an utter hopeless romantic? For two hole seconds, Tiffany thought maybe it was weird, but then brushed it away. People were allowed their fluffy secrets.
Chocolate brown eyes continued to watch Maelle like a hawk, waiting to see if she had any in's on the whereabouts of the book. The redhead appeared to settle though, deciding that Tiffany wasn't completely off of her rocker, “Oh, this?” she asked, opening the drawer under her computer, “I found it on the floor of the break room earlier. I’m guessing it is yours? It’s a secret if it is.” Sure enough, it was the Rodeo Queen alright. There was no mistaking the cover with golden fields, horses, and a beautiful brunette cowgirl straddling an equally sexy and muscular man. Tiffany beamed though, "I knew I liked you, Orchidaceae."
She supposed it could remain safe in that drawer for a few more hours now that she knew where it was, and didn't have to freak out looking for it all over the hospital, "Well, now that I have that mystery solved," Tiffany mused, "I guess it's time to take you back to see if you have what it takes to draw some blood per Dr. O'Hara's instructions. Unless you had a yearning for something else. I am willing to be flexible."
Mal couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t surprised someone like Tiffany was into books like this. It was a popular theme in the workforce. Fantasy and such were great to keep their minds off the blood and gore that could be a thing that they saw. It also made the slower days faster, meaning the evening shift. But lately, a slow day wasn’t a thing. The holidays brought in a lot of random things, and with new year’s – Mal could only imagine what insanity that would bring.
She thought for a moment about what Tiffany had offered. “Sounds like a plan to me! Nothing like more practice to find some veins in difficult people or maybe a scared child. I’m sure we’ll get sidetracked naturally,” Mal laughed. She logged out of her account and stood up. Her long arms stretched up and Mal took a sip of her water. “Lead the way!” she said, readjusting her ponytail.
If the young woman had been judging her, she had been excellent at keeping up a rather kind mask with that smile. Tiffany thought that she knew the receptionist and nursing student enough though that there was no judgement behind her eyes. Sometimes the nurses here could get a little clique-ish like it was high school, and the woman always felt like she was the odd one out as the part timer. Thankfully though, it would appear that she had finally found herself a secure friend at the hospital.
She patiently waited for the red head to make a decision about her offer, and by the time that Tiffany was starting to feel her characteristic impatientence starting to set in, did Maelle make her decision, "It's always an adventure," she said jokingly, "We'll aim for the grumpy people. I got a hell of a mean look to protect you anyways, and if we swing to pediatrics, we have the power of the post lollipop on our sides." Both would be good practice for the young woman anyways, a taste of both worlds. Although, Tiffany wasn't sure what was the better to start off with, probably the grumpy adults. Besides, drawing blood probably beat any cleaning that Maelle had to tackle while she sat at the front desk.
Tiffany lead the way to the back lab where the neatly aligned chairs for blood drawing. Everything looked sterile as always, along with its tubes and spinners, "Rachel, Maelle and I have the next victim." She called out, just as a rather handsome but burley man entered the area. One she reconized from the hardware store. The woman cringed a little but smiled and waved to one of the chairs, "Elliot! Nurse Maelle and I will be with you shortly." A grunt escaped him, which she long learned was typical before looking back to her young student now, "Walk me through it first before we start to torture him." A small test, yes, but Tiffany liked to know that all of the interns would be good to go when they graduated from her watch.
Mal nodded and watched as a tall man came in. He was indeed, a tall glass of water. If she wasn't a student or even a nurse for that matter, she would climb him fast and slow. It was a body she could think about later.
"Of course!" She smiled. "We double-check if they have their lab slip ready. Physical or digital. Then, we ask for names and birthdays. Once that's all out of the way, we get our tubes and butterfly needles set up. Double-check their name and birthday. After that, we tourniquet the arm they say we should draw on first. Ask them to make a fist. Check their veins and change arms if needed. Once that checks out, alcohol wipe, and insert needle to collect."
Mal most definitely sounded like someone reading from a book, but it was book-written protocol at this point. She knew that veins could be difficult to find. Some people had to go through the top of the hand if the crook of the elbow didn't work. Her eyes looked at Tiffany, hoping she was indeed correct on her walk-through.
It took everything in Tiffany's power to not laugh at the young nurse - mainly because she saw that mildly hungry look in Maelle's eyes as they watched Elliot Scott come in and make his way to the chair that nobody ever wanted to sit in, "I know, he's distracting." But even with a distracting hunk of a man in the room, Maelle was able to expertly walk the older woman through drawing blood. In fact, she actually gave Tiffany even more that what she bargained for, perhaps she was too used to how the army functioned. Feeling Maelle's dark eyes boring into her now, it snapped her out of her surprise, "I feel like you downloaded the text book into your brain, cause you're correct." She said with a smile, before nodding to her to follow, "And, for the record, his veins are exactly for extracting blood."
"Elliot! How are you today?" She asked with a grin now, the man just staring at her blankly as always as if to suggest that Tiffany Matthew was too much to for him, "I see you have your slip. Confirming you are still Elliot Austin Scott born on November 28 1990?" He nodded at her, signaling that she was correct. Tiffany merely smiled at him before her chocolate brown eyes began scanning his paperwork, "Ah, yearly blood work. Nothing special. Should be a piece of cake then." She handed the paperwork over to the young woman before taking a seat in one of the rolly chairs, "Maelle here will be taking care of you. I'm just here to be an evil overlord and observe."
Elliot's steely blue eyes stared at her for a long moment before looking to the redhead now quizically before finally a wry smile appeared on his features, "I'm sure Tiffany has you jumping through hoops...don't you usually sit behind the reception desk?"
