"Oh Winston I know, the help here is just so terribly rude" She'd finally noticed my presence. I sighed. "What a mess of a girl, its like she doesnt even bother trying." She made that haughty 'hmph' noise with her nose and I made my exit as quickly as I could.
I couldnt let her get to me again. Last time I did, I hit Winston. An there is nothing a paraniod schizophrenic hates more than when you hit their hallucinations.
Room 401 was home to a Michael Stuart. He was nothing of consequence, we had a shockingly large amount of suicidal tendencies and he was nothing special.
I handed him two anti depressants with a smile and walked out. I wasnt going to try and get to know him, he'd be out of here in a few days anyway. Cutters always seem to get sane faster.
And that was the end of my rounds, or at least it wouldve been if I hadnt seen the light on in Room 402. There hadnt been a patient there since I started working here.
I made my way to the doorway and peered in. There was a nurse talking to someone sitting on the bed. I couldnt see his face, but I knew it was a him. Brown, nearly black hair that almost reached his ears. He was rather thin and pale, common for this place. But I kind of hoped he was different, I always hoped for a patient that was a little out of the ordinary. Which, for most people, wouldnt make sense, but I was thouroughly accustomed to every sort of crazy avalible.
"Can I help you?" The nurse asked when she noticed me standing there.
"I was just..." I took a few steps into the room "This room is on my duties, I wasnt aware of a new patient"
"Ah, yes. Sorry, it was all a bit sudden" She made a motion to the still immobile figure on the bed. "This is Grayson Jacobs
I couldnt let her get to me again. Last time I did, I hit Winston. An there is nothing a paraniod schizophrenic hates more than when you hit their hallucinations.
Room 401 was home to a Michael Stuart. He was nothing of consequence, we had a shockingly large amount of suicidal tendencies and he was nothing special.
I handed him two anti depressants with a smile and walked out. I wasnt going to try and get to know him, he'd be out of here in a few days anyway. Cutters always seem to get sane faster.
And that was the end of my rounds, or at least it wouldve been if I hadnt seen the light on in Room 402. There hadnt been a patient there since I started working here.
I made my way to the doorway and peered in. There was a nurse talking to someone sitting on the bed. I couldnt see his face, but I knew it was a him. Brown, nearly black hair that almost reached his ears. He was rather thin and pale, common for this place. But I kind of hoped he was different, I always hoped for a patient that was a little out of the ordinary. Which, for most people, wouldnt make sense, but I was thouroughly accustomed to every sort of crazy avalible.
"Can I help you?" The nurse asked when she noticed me standing there.
"I was just..." I took a few steps into the room "This room is on my duties, I wasnt aware of a new patient"
"Ah, yes. Sorry, it was all a bit sudden" She made a motion to the still immobile figure on the bed. "This is Grayson Jacobs
