fandom_clinic | FTEC, Wednesday Night

Natalie didn't exactly slam the receiver back into the cradle, but she didn't place it there gently, either. A shipment of new lab supplies had been backordered for the third time, and her patience with the company had worn out -- especially as they weren't prepared to offer comparable replacements. She had enough to get her through February. It would have to do until she could find another supplier.

She sighed, looking down at the handset. A small crack ran the length of the unit. She was really going to have to watch that grip. At least it still works, she thought. She would see to a replacement tonight.