Snowed In

This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun! Let me know what you like!
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Dryad
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Snowed In

Snow. Not just snow, but a deep, continuous snow. Now, how the hell am I going to get to work?” she thought. She watched the weather with dread, hating to drive in the stuff, knowing she really wasn’t supposed to.

The phone jangled her out of her reverie. “Hello?”

“Leigh, is that you?” the voice on the other end replied.

“Of course. What’s the call for? I still plan on coming in.” though god knows why. I must be insane.

“Actually, that’s why I’m calling. Don’t worry about driving in. The state’s closed the roads, but hospital workers are considered vital personnel, so they have national guardsmen picking people up. Just make sure you pack up, cuz once you’re here, you’ll be locked in.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry…this is your first major storm. We can’t be sure that people will be able to make it. So once you’re here, you can’t leave until we’re sure we have sufficient staffing. We’ll give you a place to sleep. Thank god they finished the new wing…the opening’s supposed to be in a few weeks. So they’ll pop whomever up there. Any questions?”

“Nope. Bring my jammies, a change of uniforms, and be ready to work for whoever can’t make it through the snow. Send me someone cute to pick me up?” she chuckled.

“Hey if I could do that, I’d have one pick me up…see you at 4.” She could hear the smirk over the phone.

Leigh dug in the back of her closet and pulled out her old backpack. Picked out a long t-shirt for pajamas…something that she could walk around in, if she wanted to. Threw in a couple sets of uniforms, and the necessary underthings. The storm, renamed a blizzard at the last weather check, might last all weekend.

Leigh waited at the front door, watching the road. They had called a few minutes ago, telling her they wouldn’t go into the driveway…the roads were bad enough. Sooner than she expected, a big dark green 4-wheeler pulled up. She pulled up her hood and headed out the door. The driver was personable, but not wanting to distract him from what must have been difficult driving, she sat back and watched the snow after the first few questions.

In the hospital, the atmosphere was much different. Activity and people bustling all over, like what you’d expect to see at a mall the day after Thanksgiving. Many people decided to come in when they could, rather than try the roads later on. Housekeeping was doing extra work, setting up the rooms for all the workers locked in and the kitchen was cooking extra food for everyone. She worked in the cafeteria, helping with serving the staff, since there weren’t many visitors.

Many years later, she tried to explain what it was she felt when she saw him. Not specifically love at first sight…not lust at first sight…but fate was pulling her to him. She saw him come into the cafeteria, and melted a little, even going as far as to pull a friend from security over to ask who he was, as she had never seen him before.

He was about 6 foot tall, with thick auburn hair, and a neatly clipped beard to match. He had smiling brown eyes, and the fair skin you’d expect from a red-head, but no real freckles. He was wearing OR scrubs, chatting with another professional. She rang him out at the register, and continued on with her work. As the dinner rush slowed down, she cleaned up the counters, helping the servers put the trays from the steam table back to the kitchen. The tables needed scrubbing, and the kitchen decided to leave some food out, since so many staff had stayed behind. Bowls of fruit, bagels, bottles of water and juices were left out for the stranded workers.

At the end of her shift, Leigh was given her room assignment. She wandered over to the new wing, got changed, and sat down to read the book she had the foresight to drag with her. The stillness and energy kept her from settling down, so after reading the same page for the third time, she got up and wandered out, wondering if she would see any of her friends. She walked the halls of the new wing, passing a few people, like her who couldn’t sleep.

She meandered for a while, too tired to do much, but too awake to sleep. Then, she saw him in the hall. Never really being a shy person, she walked up to him. He smiled, saying he had noticed her in the cafeteria. She smiled back at that, replying that she had noticed him as well.

They rambled about, finding the quiet corridors so as not to bother anyone. And they began to talk. The inconsequential and serious discussions of the sort that people have when they chat at 3 in the morning. His name was James, he was 31 to her 19 and was married, but having problems. His wife was a drug user, becoming more and more dependent on heroin and he was concerned for his two young daughters. The pain in his voice was real and raw. They talked until dawn, testing each other, until he offered to give her a back rub.

In Progess

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