angela smoothed the sheets out on the infirmary bed where genji laid. she had to wash them, and had intended to do so the day before, but moira had taken up both washing machines with her laundry. how did she have so much fucking laundry?
the doctor came up upon the washing machines to realize another load of her laundry was already in there.
"oh, fuck no..." angela mumbled to herself, pressing PAUSE on the machine and tearing moira's clothing out of the washer. the woman had been here for a day and she was already getting on angela's nerves, no matter how tall she was.
chills ran up angela's spine as she felt a booming presence. "that's my laundry, nurse." doctor o'deorain said, her voice smooth and imposing.
"i'm not a nurse, i'm a doctor," angela said, crouching down and picking up the laundry basket full of moira's sopping wet clothing. "i need this machine. i have some more important things to wash other than..." she paused to pull a jacket out of the basket. "overcoats."
moira stood just behind angela, her head just above the doctor's shoulder. "overcoats are important," she said, looking down at angela through half closed eyes. o'deorain touched the doctor's arms and felt the goosebumps she had. "wouldn't want to get cold."
a pink blush formed on angela's cheeks and her heart raced. "oh, was wissen sie?!" she huffed, dropping the laundry basket and storming out of the laundry room.
moira stared down at the basket of soaking wet overcoats. she smiled, and felt the heat rising on her face as well.
