NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
"Dear, I have kids to get home to and take care of!" Anya rolled her eyes and continued down the hall. She didn't seemed worried about the two behind her and turned the corner. "Oi! I have a brother I need to visit! I need the keys to the mental ward!"
"No, I promise you on my life she won't utter a word." Lacey assured him and nodded lightly. "I trust that woman and you should too. She may seem like a bit much but she really is a good person." She griped onto the files in her arms and followed them quietly. When they got home, she frowned deeply and shook her head. "I see a lot of people on a weekly basis. I can't remember them all!" She backed up and glanced towards the man quietly. She didn't understand any of this. Why were all these old patients of hers suddenly coming after her?
"No, I promise you on my life she won't utter a word." Lacey assured him and nodded lightly. "I trust that woman and you should too. She may seem like a bit much but she really is a good person." She griped onto the files in her arms and followed them quietly. When they got home, she frowned deeply and shook her head. "I see a lot of people on a weekly basis. I can't remember them all!" She backed up and glanced towards the man quietly. She didn't understand any of this. Why were all these old patients of hers suddenly coming after her?