On-call to Hell

Hrm. On-call this evening (the person who is SUPPOSED to be on-call is off sick), so let's see if I end up being here until almost midnight (from 5:30pm O_o) AGAIN tonight. Last thursday was CRAP. I think I managed to be at home for ooh let's think AN HOUR (excluding sleeping, which doesn't count, but c'mon). And 99% of what I had to do was stuff that oh guess what, they had in their cupboards and just hadn't actually LOOKED for. REAL GREAT USE of an emergency out of hours service there, then. *grrs*

This hassle is NOT worth the money I get paid for it - especially when it requires that I fork out £15 on taxi fares that I can't claim back.

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Reworked the Dauntless timeline a little; Azure comes in earlier, so by the time #14 comes around she's not quite so young. (Originally, she was "born" in #14, but now I think I'm going to go for #9 or #10, especially since I've not 100% got the plots for those sorted out yet.)

Unfortunately, #14 has gone a bit medical. Hrf. Heart transplant, morphine overdose, bacterial septicaemia... egh. I'm quite sure this lot would have killed a real patient, but eh, this is sci-fi, and anything can happen! (Ta da!)