((OOC: Application done with the permission of the Scrubs-muns. Carla is taken from just after the canon events of 'My Nightingale' (S2, ep 2), though she's been at Sacred Heart for the time that the HH Scrubs chars have been gone. Enjoy!))~*~*~*~*~*~
"Damn straight, Todd, you're going to keep walking.
My ass is not for you, and I sure as hell don't want to add a little
shake to my walk." A young woman appears in the sorting room, shouting over her shoulder to...someone. Muttering to herself, not really paying attention to her surroundings, she turns as if expecting a shelf of supplies. "Few doctors go on
sabbatical and it's like the whole world goes loco.
Muchos de hombres estúpidos, pensando con la cabeza incorrecta, que es cuál es incorrecto."
Her hand reached out, grasping at...air. Blinking, Carla looked around, realizing for the first time that she's
not in a supply closet. "What the..."
Turning in a circle, mouth dropping and eyes going wide, Carla murmured a stream of profanities in Spanish. "I've gone crazy. I've finally cracked." Then, snapping back, she glared. "Mrs. Cranston in 201 needs a central line, Mr. Benton in 212's catheter is loose
again, and
God knows that his
attending can't touch it because he might get
tinkle on his
new scrubs, and I have
fifteen prescription orders to write up. So whoever is responsible for this little mental breakdown better cut it the hell out
right now, because I
do not have the time.
There was silence for a long moment, and the pissed-off 'Jenny from the Block' look faded as Carla glanced around the room again.
( Madre de Dios ) "I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____CE_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___CE________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __CE_________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____CE_________"