Thread: Your Love is to Die For (Snake Plissken & darkangel76)

The morning had already felt like a long one for Trista Pace , but then again she'd been up since 4am thanks to an unexpected opportunity to intern at the hospital. It wasn't often that a first year graduate student was allowed such wonderful chances, but with her good undergraduate grades, several letters of recommendation not to mention her scholarship, she had a bit of a reputation preceding her that gave her a slight edge. However, when she'd taken the liberty to inquire about any sort of intern, research, anything that might be available, she'd still been given the same answerno, that she'd have to wait until next year. Fortunately, luck had decided to smile upon her and something opened upan intern position in the psych wing in the hospital. Trista's new 'job' was tedious for the most part and often times rather mundane. It required that she sort out files and reports for the various patients that were either in or out patients at the hospital. All were confidential, of course, and all were rather interesting to read. But, she was still young and new in the field and not quite ready to embark on sessions. Though one day, her mentor had promised she'd be able to assist further and sit in on one of the less difficult cases and observe technique, provided the patient was all right with it. Oh the thrill of the idea of being able to do that as a first year! Trista knew damned well her fellow classmates would be jealous of her opportunities, but she wouldn't let such things deter or dampen her dreams. She had a goal, something she longed for and that was to be able to help people, to have a positive impact on their lives and to hopefully make it better somehow. Letting out a heavy sigh, Trista pushed at her dark, slightly mussed, hair. Though she didn't want to admit it, she was sleepy from having been up so early and was in desperate need of a caffeinated beverage. With the hospital across the street behind her, she entered the coffee shop and smiled, a hand moving to rub the sleep out of her cool, blue eyes. She walked up to the barista and tried to stand up just a bit straighter as she adjusted the bag she carried over her shoulder. A peppermint mocha, please? Trista said softly, handing the girl her debit card. Once Trista had her hot drink in hand, her smile only broadened. She took a small sip from the large cup as she made her way toward one of the vacant seatsa plush chair next to a sort of end table. Carefully, she set down her cup followed by her bag and then allowed herself to flop into the comfortable seat. The red plus felt nice against her porcelain-pale skin causing her to smile. She then reached for her mocha so that she could take another drink and hopefully wake herself up a bit more and face the rest of her day. As she did so, her eyes scanned the room. Already it was becoming quite crowded, not unusual for a school day, she just wished she knew more of the faces. Then again, maybe it was good she didn't. After all, it would mean less distractions, less jealousies, less... Trista sighed. Oh, who was she kidding? She wished she knew more people. But she supposed she just had to be patient. Perhaps she'd make friends in time. Perhaps good ones. Perhaps ones that would stick by her forever.