guardianangelonfire:

It’s a shame some hold Angela to such high standards. She was still human, she flirts like everyone else. She was not always a serious person, though through war and stress time has made her out to be like that. The last thing Angela did before getting to work was throw a playful smile over her shoulder at the undressing woman after her comment about Angela being flirty. There was nothing more, nothing less. It was just time to start the surgery.

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Fortunately the surgery went well. It was a bit longer than expected due to the doctor’s need for perfection as well as the fact that she was working alone. But it went smoothly, and as long as the skin cells are not rejected, which they shouldn’t be because they are not foreign to the body, then Moira should heal just fine. 

Of course she would still need to come in for her dressings to be changed, unless she desired to do that herself. 

To make sure her patient was okay Angela had set a glass of water on the stand next to Moira to drink once she woke up, and she just waited in the corner with a hot cup of black coffee in one hand and a book in the other. For once she looked relaxed, if not lazy. Her golden locks were temporarily down and she was enjoying the quietness of the room.

Call it unprofessional of her actually, but she was bored waiting. She was not about to let the woman wake up alone and confused. So when Moira shows signs of finally waking up Angela is right out of her seat and back into work mode, joining the other woman at the side of the bed and watching her to make sure she doesn’t instinctively grab her freshly worked on arm. 

“Look who finally decided to wake up.” At least it was said playfully and not in her usual sarcastic voice.

Once her eyes opened she blinked a few times to adjust to the harsh florescent lights. The drugs in her system made her groggy and slow, taking her a good minute to comprehend just where she was and why her arm and leg ached with a dull irritating throb.

“Ugh..” she moaned hoarsely and looked around, half lidded eyes locking on the Doctor when she found her.

“Mmm…what a sight to wake up to..” she croaked with a weak smile, trying to lift her head a bit then to look down at her arm.

“Looks good, Doctor… I certainly came to the right person.”

She was silent for a long moment. Staring at the work Angela had done on her arm. With a harsh swallow, she forced herself to make eye contact with the doctor again.

“Thank you, Ziegler…”