Months had gone by and I was surely going to lose my mind if I kept having to sit behind a desk all day and file up paper work. I hate being that one nurse who could only file papers and watch the patients as they played games or watched television in the relaxation room.
I wanted to be a doctor and to actually have conversations with the patients. I want to help with their healing, give them their medications at least!
I started this job so I can feel like I'm helping this community and these patients in some way, but nope nobody ever lets newbies get things done their way.
I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands as I put in the last file for the morning. I pushed my chair away from the desk and stood up, stretching my sore arms as I walked away from my desk.
I grabbed the clip board as I headed over to the cafeteria to keep an eye on the patients for Brendon, who had some emergency come up.
"Brendon you owe me big time." I said as I pushed open the doors, adjusting my coat as I walked over to the corner of the room.
I just stood there watching the patients either eat or play with their food. Some were handed their medications and were told to go rest up, while others just continued with their meal time.
I sighed as I looked down onto this list and began writing down stuff for Brendon.
Number 1 on the list being.
You owe me big time hoe.
I giggled at my writing as I can just imagine his shocked face. My joy is soon turned to fright as I shake from fear.
I looked out the window to see it pouring extremely hard, with a few lightning streaks flashing here and there. I sigh as I clutch onto the clip board and walk around the room.
I notice how one patient starts to act up, causing some guards to grab him and send him out.
I hope he doesn't go to the Disturbed Ward.
The Disturbed Ward, is where they take the extremely crazy patients and give them electroshock therapy or some operations on the front lobes of their brains.
I guess you could say we're just like Ken Kesey's One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest clinic. Only difference is there's no Big Nurse, and there's no Randle McMurphy. At least that's what I thought.
We do have our chronic and acute patients though, and some funky looking offices. They really needed to upgrade their interior designs in this hospital.
My train of thought broke when I felt someone tug on my wrist. Shocked I look down to see a patient with blue eyes and fringe brown hair.
He stares at me with empty, hopeless eyes, and my heart sinks at that moment as he says, "Something's gone terribly wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that patients are disappearing. My friend Joel has been gone for two weeks, and I know as a fact that she was not released!" He explains in a low whisper. I take my hand out of his grip and take a seat next to him.
"What's her last name?" I ask as I look at the list of patients on my clip board.
"Jenkins." He replies as my eyes scan the sheet. My eyebrows furrow as I don't see that particular name.
"Well I'm sorry to tell you, um-" I didn't know his name.
"Louis. Louis William Tomlinson." He answers as he plays with his food.
"I'm sorry Louis, but she's not on this list." I say as he drops his fork and slams his fist against the table.
That grabbed everyone's attention as Louis shouted, "Someone's trying to kill us off, and I know it!"
He soon gets grabbed and carried off by security as I stand up from my seat. I get the feeling that Louis might be telling the truth, and decide to leave this topic for another day.
As for now it's time for me to go home as I clock out.
Ever since I left the clinic, my car has been working terribly. The breaks hardly work and I'm running low on gas. The closest station is five miles away from here, and I'm worried I won't make it home.
As I drive one more mile, my car fully stops working, leaving me on a empty highway in a rainy weather.
Maybe I can walk there? A little water won't hurt anyone, especially if I run.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of my car, to only have another car come in front of me and stop.
A man with long legs steps out of the vehicle and he wears skinny jeans, gold boots, and a thick warm coat. He has curly long hair and green eyes.
"Need a little help?" he asks with the kindest smile.
I nod my head as I close my door, while he opens the car hood.
He coughs as black smoke comes out, while I stand there.
"You're engine is busted, it'll take a week to repair something like this!" he explains as I lose some faith.
"Here I can give you a lift." He says as I decide to just go with the flow.
"Fine, but if you're a psychopath I know how to box and wrestle." I joke as he chuckles.