"Yes, how can I help," She mumbled half asleep on her desk. The blinding of the hospital in office were as welcoming as her. A small sign on her desk scribed "Apologies for the wait; we're short staffed." Through the small buzz of the florescents there was nothing but a tired groan from her getting impatient from your lack of answers. (Hurry up lil bro 😈😈😈)