Short Hair Nurse Foot Worship

I snuck away between

Mr. Lampage

whining about his joints and

Mrs. Crane complaining about everything.

Now she thinks she has skin cancer.

Oh my god. I have no idea what she's going to come up with next.

I am so sick of this.

I just need to sit down.

I need a break.

Ooh.

My feet are...

Oh my gosh.

I wish I could just stay here all day. My legs have been killing me. I'm never going to break. Everybody is so whining all the time. I get it. You're hurt and ********. But seriously, I would just like to take a break for a second.

God, my legs hurt so bad. My poor feet.

My poor little feet.

Hey, Dr. Rory. How are you?

Good. I'm just really tired right now. Please don't tell anybody I'm back here.

Are you kidding? I mean, after I... You know what I do. I'm sweeping the floors all day. I have to sweep every single floor clean. Every single floor clean. All the crap up. Especially when the orderlies aren't on duty. I have to take care of everything. So I'm on my feet all the time.

Believe me, I try to get as many breaks as possible. As long as the chief of staff or my supervisor doesn't see me, I'm good.

So, look. I tell you what. Since we're both stealing a little moment right here, I can't help but overhear you say something about your legs, your feet were killing you.

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