There by herself, behind the counter of the Middlesea Hospital café stood Nicole Ting. Or, a tired, slouched over the countertop Nicole. It was a particularly slow day, and her legs were killing her just by standing. One of her slender hands gripped the handle of a walking cane, the other supporting her head against the sleek, yet slightly messy counters. “I need a smoke break..” She muttered to herself, her fingers running through her Jade-shaded streaks of hair.