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Characters: Fletch and Raine
Date: 7th May
Location: Healer's Guild
Situation: Fletch has been overworking himself, partly on purpose.
Warnings/Rating: None

The Guild is busier than ever, especially since two of their staff have seemingly disappeared. Everyone is pulling their weight, working harder to keep up the influx of patients, particularily since Milyn was still out of action.

This newest speight of hallucinations and headaches had everyone on their toes, diagnosing and investigating the root cause, and one of the forefront figures is Nurse Fletcher. He's really taking to the role, making sure everyone knows where to go, that the right tests are done, and that all the patients are seen to.

In fact, there doesn't seem to be a moment when Nurse Fletcher isn't visible, talking to staff, patients, relatives, etc... At least up until the afternoon of the 7th when he seemingly disappears.

Anyone walking past one of the storerooms, however, will hear a weird noise that doesn't belong in a storeroom.

It sounds like someone snoring.

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Raine's been almost as busy, though Fletch's insistence that she delegate has led to her actually stepping back a little, putting her abilities where they're the most useful and letting Fletch handle more administration. But it's all hands on-deck for this array of problems.

Come the seventh Raine is hunting Fletch down to check in with him, but he seems to have all but vanished. Finally she resorts to trying to orient on his mana signature. She hasn't known him quite long enough to pick him out of a crowd with accuracy, but the general sense of him is coming from this direction, and eventually, after a few passes back and forth, the noise catches her attention.

She unlocks the storeroom and peers in, and sure enough, there's Fletch. Raine doesn't know whether to laugh or yell at him. She settles for stepping in to let the door close behind her, and crosses to Fletch to reach down and shake his shoulder.

Nurse Fletcher jolts awake at the shaking, mumbling something incoherently, before blinking up at Raine.

It takes a few moments for the penny to drop, before he's scrabbling to sit up.

"A-Ah, Professor Sage, I..." He stammers, trying to think of an excuse. "I, this isn't..."

Her expression is flat for a moment or two longer before she softens. She's seen Fletch working, almost non-stop, and she's assured of his work ethic. Right now, her only quibble is that he's snuck off into a storeroom to sleep, instead of doing it somewhere with an actual bed. "Go home, Fletch," she says, firmly. "The purpose of delegating some of my responsibilities to you was a more reasonable division of workload, not so you could work yourself to exhaustion in turn."

"I'm not..." He yawns widely. "...Exhausted." Damn. Well... "Honestly, this sort of stuff? Happens almost all the time back home."

The NHS wasn't exactly well-funded. Staff often had to work long hours with a few hours nap in the staff room between.

"Besides, it's not your responsibilities that's getting a bit out of hand." With the few staff they still had... Yeah. Just keeping on top of everything so they don't have a massive backlog was a challenge.

"Fletch," Raine says, more intently, and she folds her arms across her chest. "That it happens frequently in your home world is no excuse. If you're tired enough to pass out here, you will be better served going home, and getting a full night's sleep in your own bed. We will manage in the mean time, but you'll be more effective in the long run this way."

Yes, she is listening to herself, and she does intend to take her own advice, but this takes priority. "You won't be any use to anyone if you run yourself into the ground like this," she adds, not unkindly, though she still looks stern.

And Raine gets a tired smile. There's a look in Fletch's eyes, one of fondness, as if remembering something happy.

"You remind me of Ms Campbell." He remarks. "She'd say exactly the same thing." And he sighs heavily. "Alright." He raises his hands in mock surrender. "You win..." A pause. "But if you get busy again, call me, yeah?"

He means it. No sense rushing everyone off their feet. Besides, Raine will likely get the feeling that Fletch has been working overtime on purpose.

"It sounds like she has good sense," Raine says, softening enough to give Fletch a little smile.

She unfolds her arms to reach down, offering Fletch a hand up if he wants it. "If we're overwhelmed, I'll call you, but I think we can handle things right now. Take care of yourself first, Fletch."

She's not completely oblivious to Fletch's need to be working, but there's only so long someone can keep that up before they burn themselves out, and that she won't have.

"She does." Fletch admits. "She's one of the best consultants I've ever had the pleasure to work for." He pauses. "You really do remind me of her, in more ways than one."

"Alright. Alright, you've made your point." He replies, in mock defeat, but he does accept a hand up.

"Thanks."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Raine lets go to fold her arms again when Fletch is on his feet, and she looks him over again.

Well, since she's made her point, there's no need to belabor it. "It's no more than you've been doing," she points out. "And we, perhaps more so than some others, need to look after each other."

No thanks needed. She tilts her head toward the door, clearly intending to see him out. She's not planning to let him out of her sight until she's sure he's gone.

Fletch looks at the door, then back to Raine, and he smiles, understanding. He shrugs, starting to walk.

"Yeah, I understand." He shifts, looking back, grinning a bit tiredly. "And I agree. Really."

"Good," Raine says, imperious. If he understands and agrees then there will be no difficulties in complying. She follows his steps, in any case.

"...Thank you."