Someone, kill me now!//Open

[Cara Jaala]

You know how she was always supposed to be kind and sweet? That was so not what Dr. Jaala felt like being today. Yeah she suffered from insomnia but that helped more than hindered her actually. But she also suffered from persistent, PAINFUL migraines. Cara groaned loudly from one of them and slid down to the floor out of her chair. She'd been typing information on her patients for a long time but the migraine had come out of nowhere, like always. It would always make her nauseous to move when like this so she just didn't move. She briefly thought about standing up to get one of the headache pills in one of her cabinets but then she remembered she was out and sighed. Which would mean she'd have to get up and go to the nurses station.

Her belly rolled at the mere thought of moving and she just sat on the hard, cold floor, and left her back against the desk. If anyone walked in they wouldn't even know she was there, more than likely. You couldn't see her pink hair over the edge of the desk because of her 5'5" height.

Cara's office had been decorated to look exactly like the inside of a wooden house. She loved how comfortable it was most days. All the lamps turned on and off with a click from a button on a remote she had. The glass was reinforced so it was hard to break in case a patient of hers got a little excited. Technically she has two desks, the one she was leaning on now, and one across from her in front of the book case. It was like that for obvious reasons. Organization. She had figurines of different, various creatures about. And not just the real ones. Her favorite was the large dragon she kept on her main desk. She really did love her office most of the time.

Cara's eyes were stilled closed tightly as she tried to get the migraine to fade away. She was starting to feel dizzy which is something she'd expected. It's was why she'd slid to the floor in the first place. She didn't know if anyone was going to randomly come into her office like always or if she was going to be alone for hours. Frankly she didn't care right now. And couldn't see anyone else caring either.

[Masahiro Uke]

"Ah, where did those papers go?!" Masa questioned as he fished around on his desk for the papers he'd just been given by a higher up staff member. His desk was continuously getting messier by the minute, but he didn't care. Those papers were first on his list of important things at the moment because he'd been ordered to give them to another staff member in the higher-up's haste to leave the place as their shift ended. Masa's eyes were wide as he searched quickly for the papers, other papers going every which way. After a few moments he willed himself to stop and take a breath, fingers on his temples in an obvious sign of agitation. As he did so he remembered where it was he'd put the papers. In an effort to not lose them, he'd placed them on the chair a little ways away from him rather than on his desk. Now that made him feel rather stupid.

Sighing a bit, but laughing at his forgetfulness as well, he grabbed the papers and left his office to make his way to deliver them to who they needed to go to. "I'm getting worse by the day." He laughed exasperatedly, looking on the name plates on the office doors to find the one he was looking for; Cara Jaala's. Once he located it, he knocked a couple times before entering, only to be surprised at the room being empty. Or so he thought. "She must be dealing with a patient or something." He murmured to himself as he walked over to the desk and set the papers down. When he did that he was able to spot Cara's pink hair from behind the desk and he blinked a moment in confusion before walking around so he could get a better grasp at what she was doing. Surely she wasn't playing around. Cara wasn't someone that did that while at work, Masa knew.

"Cara-san?" He questioned, hand on the desk as he looked down at her. Her face was scrunched up in apparent pain, so naturally, Masa being the mother he is, worry clenched in Masa's gut. "Are you alright?" He questioned, leaning down to be beside her and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder while the other still rested on the edge of the desk. His eyes were wide in wondering and worry, the dark depths focused solely on Cara. "Did something happen?" He had no idea what might have caused her to be as such, nor did he have a clue on what to do to relieve it. Had he known Cara better than he did, he would have been able to register the fact she had frequent migraines, but since he didn't he was completely in the dark, so to speak, as to her pain. His first thoughts were that a patient had done something and that worried him quite a bit more.

[Cara Jaala]

Cara didn't move or look up as her door opened. She figured the person would see no one was in and leave. Or just set down whatever they had for her and then leave. So it was quite a shock when the person actually moved to her desk and noticed her. She didn't open her eyes or move her head, knowing they'd probably seen her. She heard the voice and recognized it as one of her Staff. Masahiro Uke. He was one of the ones she actually got along with as he cared about the patients just as much as her. Yeah he was a bit of an air head at times, forgetting where he put things, but he was good at what he did. Cara respected him for that.

She felt the air being displaced as he moved in front of her and heard the worry in his voice. he obviously didn't know what was wrong. Cara normally tried to hide her weakness of migraines so not many knew about it. She had to talk, no matter the pain of it, because she was betting his first thought would be a patient had hurt her. He'd already said as much. "Just a migraine." She felt him touch her shoulder and tried to open her eyes but was only able to open them half way. The natural color of sea green had changed to a darker green from the pain. "I'm fine. Nothing happened." She closed her eyes again and let out a puff of a sigh, her head leaning back against the desk as well now.

[Masahiro Uke]

Masa released a sigh of relief when she said it was nothing but a migraine. He always had a problem with expecting the worse in a situation. Whether that was because he was a pessimist or because he cared a little too much, neither he nor anyone else could tell. "Let me get you something for that then." Masa smiled, standing back up and leaving Cara's office momentarily. He shook his head at his own stupidity as he entered his own office yet again. For a moment he had to think to himself where he put the medication he kept for himself and his co-workers as opposed to where he kept the ones for patients. "Great.." He grumbled, sifting through some of the somewhat organized cabinets in an effort to locate it. The first few cabinets only held paperwork and patients' medication, but eventually he found the one that he needed.

"A ha! You thought you could hide from me, did you?" He smiled as he playfully talked to the small bottle of pain medication before exiting the room and making his way to the lobby. Dodging a couple patients playing around, he grabbed a paper cup and poured some water from a nearby water fountain into it. Once that task was accomplished, he made his way back to Cara's office. "Here." He smiled, handing her the pill bottle as well as the cup of water. Masa knew better than to just hand her the pills instead because he knew if he was in her position he'd probably be quite skeptical of taking pills from someone who gave out pills to patients and the like. Maybe he was just not that trusting, but either way, he figured this was the better method. This way there would be no mix-ups or apprehension.

As he waited to see if she would take them from him, he glanced about her office and looked at how much it contrasted his own. He never took much time to decorate or anything like that, so there was a definite different appearance. All his room consisted of was a paperwork desk, filing cabinets, a few regular cabinets, and a computer resting a top his desk. Naturally he had pictures of his family, mainly his little sister and older brother, as well as his friends, but nothing much else. His little sister, the times she'd been allowed to come to his work, had drawn a few pictures and taped them on the walls of his office and while he loved them, they didn't exactly decorate the place as much as he would like. Not that he really had time to find much else to go in his office, but still one might think he would have at least put something to make it his own.

He mentally chuckled a bit as he remembered the drawings on his office walls as well as the pictures on his desk. People had originally thought Hikari, his little sister, was his daughter when they'd seen all that stuff. While she may as well have been with how much he'd raised her, he had had to correct them on many occasions. True, Hikari and him were apart enough in age to warrant such an assumption, fifteen years to be exact, and not that he cared if people thought Hikari was his daughter, but he thought it might not be wise to let people think as such in case they got the wrong idea about him and thought he had caroused about as a teen and gotten a girl pregnant. No, quite the opposite in that Masa had never even kissed a girl let alone do something as intimate as that. This thought would have made him blush had he not been worrying about Cara.

[Cara Jaala]

She heard him leave and figured he'd gone to get something for her. if it was in his office, she knew it'd take a few minutes so just rested. Thank god Masa had owed her some paperwork or she'd have been alone for hours in pain. At least he'd come and would hopefully bring something back for her. Cara was more an optimistic than anything. She wasn't naive and thought everyone was good or anything. But she did like to find the silver linings in things. She'd had to or she would have fallen into depression mny many years ago.

She heard her door open once again and felt Masahiro hand something to her. Cara looked down at the bottle of pills in her hand. It read pain pills so she breathed a sigh of reliefe and popped a couple into her mouth and drank all of the water. Then she leaned her head back once again and waited for the pills to take effect. It would take a bit but not that long. She'd read on the bottle which medication it was and knew it was one of the faster reacting ones. Bless Masa.

The corner of her lips lifted up into a slight smile as she started to feel the pain receed. "Thanks Masahiro. Good thing you owed me some paperwork, right?" Her once again sea green eyes opened and her smile became a real one. She noticed him looking around her office and knew what he saw. Yeah it was decorated and all. but nothing around it was truly personal. No pictures of family hung on the walls or sat on the desk. As far as she was conserned she had no family. Her office was used for work purposes only.

She'd once been in Masahiro's and knew about the drawings on his walls. They were his sisters. Like others around here she'd first thought the little girl was his daughter. Then he'd told her she was his sister. Some nurses around here thought he was lying but Cara didnt. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would make a girl pregnant as a teenager let alone never marry the mother. And she knew for a fact he wasn't married. So the girl had to be his sister. Cara was glad that little girl had someone like him to care about her. More children needed that kind of love. Sadly, nto that many actually got it.

[Masahiro Uke]

Masa's attention immediately went back to Cara as she thanked him and at this he smiled and shook his head. "No need to thank me." Was his simple response. Not that he didn't accept her thanks, but he just believed his actions needed no praise for they were what anyone would do, right? Well, he knew not everyone would, but he did indeed know that it was the right thing to do. Like Cara he wasn't naive enough to believe the world only held people with good intentions, his parents were evidence enough of that, but still he did indeed believe everyone had a good side should they choose to indulge in it. Some people might say Masa indulged in his good side a little too much for he was never seen acting unkind towards anyone. That included patients. Even the ones that yelled at him, hit him, or fought against him for their medication. He was kind towards everyone, nice or not.

As he remembered Cara saying something about it being good he owed her paperwork, he chuckled a bit and nodded. "Yeah. Though I apologize I didn't get in here sooner. I just kind of...misplaced the papers." A nervous laugh followed his words as he tried to say anything but that he had forgotten where he'd put them, even though he knew Cara would know that he indeed had. Every single staff member knew he was the likeliest candidate to lose something and was the person who could lose things the fastest no matter what it was. Other staff members, the exact same ones who still believed Hikari to be his daughter, liked to play pranks on him in that respect when they had the time. They liked to hide things from him and make him believe he was getting much worse than he really was. Masa knew about these things some of the time, but being as dense as he was, he didn't quite catch onto it all the times it happened.

"Need help getting up?" He questioned a moment later as he extended a hand to Cara who still remained on the floor. She was so far the kindest staff member there towards him, even if the two of them really hadn't interacted much. Not only that, but she was kind towards the patients as well, which was more than Masa could say for the majority of the rest of their staff. Most of the others were just in this business for the money and didn't give a crap about the well-being of the patients and frankly Masa hated seeing that in people. These kids needed kindness and understanding, not the attitudes of some of these other staff members. Not that Masa could really bring himself to outright hate these people, because he couldn't come to hate anyone no matter how horrid, but still that didn't keep him from disliking their attitudes.

[Cara Jaala]

She smiled at his chuckle. The she listened to his explanation and shrugged. "No worries. I don't mind that you mispace things sometimes. You usually end up finding them soon anyway. If you didn't then I might have a problem. But you do so don't worry alright? I might be your superior but I'm not an uptight person. I'm not even that much older than you I bet."

Cara knew about the other nurses playing pranks on him. Which annoyed her. She'd been trying to get them to stop lately. It was the same nurses she'd like to fire because they only cared about money. Not the welfair of the patients. And it wasn't just the younger ones they abused but the older ones as well. And she'd fire every last one of them if she could. But not that many nurses and doctors wanted to work in an assylum. So she was stuck with them.

When he asked if she needed help up she smiled and took his hand, letting him help her stand up. It didn't come as a surprise that he was taller than her. Pretty much everyone was. Her height came from her genetics. Mrs. Jaala, her mother, had been pretty short as well. She gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks, not really meaning anything by it. Masahiro was a nice guy who was a kindred spirit when it came to the patients. They didn't talk all that much but what she knew of him, she liked.

When she was up Cara looked at the papers on her desk. "Who's are these again?" She sat down in her chair and invited Masa to sit in another one either beside her, or across the desk from her. While he was here they might as well go over the papers together. As she looked down at them, and at him, she idly wiped any dust she had on her shorts or her red halter top off. Her tanned legs crossed under the desk and she swung one of her red shoed feet slightly.

((Click shorts, halter top, or red shoed to see the clothes...))

[Masahiro Uke]

He seemed mildly surprised as she told him it was alright that he misplaced papers, though he nodded in response when she told him not to worry. Masa had expected a reprimand or at least a friendly telling him that he needed to not misplace things so much. Not that he disliked the fact he hadn't, quite the opposite he was relieved, but still he didn't quite know how to respond to such a thing and thus just stayed quiet, his hand still outstretched to Cara in case she needed help up. It was the gentlemanly way of doing things and he'd learned it from his older brother early on. Ladies were meant to be treated with respect and not like some guys treated females. Masa could never imagine himself acting any other way, though, so it irked him and made him wonder at the same time how anyone could treat a lady with anything other than respect.

Mentally shaking his mind from these thoughts,--why they had strayed there was unknown to him-- he smiled and watched as she grasped his hand and used it as leverage to help herself up. He wasn't much bigger than she, both in the height and weight, but he pulled her up with quite a bit of ease. Not that she was all that heavy anyway, but with someone as close in bodyweight and height, he should have had at least a small amount of trouble. The secret that led to this not being as such lay within his hobbies. He was the drummer of a slightly popular band and thus had arms otherwise known as drummer's arms, which meant he had quite a bit of muscle in that area if nowhere else. He usually paid it no mind because with playing his drums he'd never really noticed the increase in muscle on his arms, but it was there all the same and could be detected easily. It was how he managed to hold some of the more stronger patients down when they struggled.

When Cara was pulled to her feet, again Masa was surprised, but this time by something different. Cara placed a chaste kiss on his cheek in what he guessed was a show of thanks. Nevertheless it made him blush a bit and smile sheepishly. Regardless of the fact he was surprised, he said nothing of it and just moved back a bit as she went to sit in her chair. At first he thought he had been excused, but when she picked up the papers and spoke to him, he blinked a moment before registering her question, all traces of sheepishness and surprise draining from his features at the prospect of discussing work. "I'm not all that sure." He responded a moment later, moving to seat himself in a chair beside her as she motioned for it. He figured it would be better in the long run if they discussed the papers where both of them could see them rather than passing them back and forth between each other.

"Someone just told me to give them to you." He continued once he was settled in the chair and leaning over to where he could read the papers. It was easy to see that he was concentrating on reading whatever the papers held upon them as he leaned over. "I'm not sure how important this is either because I think the person who gave them to me was just in a hurry to leave." He spoke up a couple minutes after he finished reading the first portion of the top paper as he turned his gaze on Cara to see what she thought of it all. Maybe it was indeed quite important in being a patient to be located on the West Wing and he just didn't know it. After all, he wasn't someone who generally read over the papers initially given. He was usually just briefed on the patient before he would go and give them medication or food or something along those lines.

[Cara Jaala]

Cara had noticed that he was surprised she hadn't told him off. But really. He knew he needed to be more organized. So why tell him something he already knew? That would be stupid. She'd also noticed that he'd helped her up with ease. Maybe those rumors about him being a drummer were true. Huh. She'd have to hear him play some day. She bet he was pretty good.

She watched him sit down in the chair beside her so they could look over the papers together. At his words she snorted. "Someone gave you these instead of bringing them straight to me? Thats how papers are lost, misplaced, or stolen. I'll have to find that person tomorrow and remind them of their job." She sighed and started to read over them to see exactly what they were about.

"These aren't even that important. Sheesh. I wouldn't even need them till tomorrow." She turned her head to look at him. "I'm thinking someone just wanted you to do extra work and stay later or to get you in trouble. Either way all this is about is what some of the patients ate today. The one's who have regulated food scheduals and diets I mean. Nothing incredibly important. Thank you for bringing them though." She smiled at him.