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Aggie tied her hair high. A few strands landed on her shoulder, and fluttered at the breeze. Like her hair, Aggie's emotion was fluttering at expectation and excitement. She is finally here, infront of Ysabelle General Hospital, famous for everything, but most specifically its mental institute. Aggie's grin grew larger as she felt around her neck to grab the ID lace. Following the ID lace, her hands slid downward, and came to grab a plastic. Aggie looked down at her ID with confident smile.
[Agatha Keating - Ysabelle Mental Institution]
Aggie's position was a mere intern in this world-renown hospital. She wouldn't even have gotten the position if it wasn't for her aunt, the owner of this institution. Her parents, who have constantly been opposing Aggie's career, almost fainted when they heard that their daughter was working in mental hospital. Aggie has barely stopped her mother from trying to strangle aunt Martha. However, through Aggie's persistent persuasion and aunt Martha's oath in keeping an eye on her, Aggie was able get their permission just the night before.
The eager intern rubbed her eyes. She was tired from all the arguments and pleading last night, but that couldn't deter her from achieving her dream of being a psychiatrist. She took a step toward the grey building infront of her. Ysabelle General Hospital was large, considering it had many different medical faculties. In the broad land of the hospital, Ysabelle Mental Institution was located beside a small park, in remote area of the estate.
On the way, Aggie looked around. There was nobody in the park except her, who was crossing it to reach the hospital. People on the other side of the mental institute hurried their walks, not looking at the direction of the building. Most people didn't think of mental illness fondly and preferred neither being mistaken as a patient, nor facing one. The park itself was somewhat eery too. Silence was understandable, but bare trees that rarely has any leaf didn't seem like a good choice for patients.
Aggie's legs enclosed in black formal pants hurried toward the hospital. Instead of backpack or handbag, Aggie was dragging a small luggage behind her. According to Martha, it was advisable for Aggie to wear pants instead of skirts, and bring a few clothes. Aggie wondered why. She has heard that in some busy hospitals, usually ER, the workload was heavy, and sleeping in the hospital was frequent. However, the place she was going to work wasn't an ER. Nor was she an experienced surgeon or doctor who needs to take care of various things. She was a mere intern in a mental hospital. Was there a need for such things?
"Excuse me-" Her thought vanished the instance she opened the door. Aggie stood in awe at the bustle and hustle of people running and chattering. "Patient 102 is having a seizure!" "I need a sedative! Narcotic would be wonderful." "She's trying to kill herself! Gentlemen?! Some help?" When Aggie pushed the opaque glass door, a completely different world unfolded infront of her. Opposite to the silence of the park, the mental institute was filled with noises and movements. She stood there, blinking for a few seconds before finally coming to senses. The voices were making her head swirl.
Being careful not to be hit by the tray full of scattered injection and pills (it rolled past her, and she dodged narrowly), Aggie approached the registration desk. It was a short distance from the front door to the registration desk, but she felt as if she was passing through a battlefield. A doctor rushed past her, almost tripping over her luggage. The front of his gown was stained with blood. A nurse was holding the arms of another woman in patient uniform. Aggie frowned, not in disapproval, but more in disbelief. Something was shining in the hand of the patient. Is that a fork? "Watch out!" In return of her daze, Aggie was almost hit by a group of doctors and nurses rolling the mobile bed of a patient. She thought she saw glimpse of bubbles on the mouth of the patient, but didn't bother to look back, wise enough that she will be hit by something or someone for sure if she behaved stupid.
"Um, excuse me." Aggie was able to reach the registration, hugging her luggage tight (it seemed that the doctors and nurses of this hospital didnt' care what was on the floor while running around) and out of breathe. Aggie could have swore that she did more stretching and exercise past the few seconds than in her daily morning jog.
However, the front desk was as busy too. There were only two nurses who were in duty, and one was busy talking on the phone to another person. "Yes, of course, we understand- Sir, your son is having Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Letting him out is dangerous for both HIM and YOU. Well you can't just pull him out because of your election!" The other nurse was checking the computer and rummaging through files and papers. Some doctors curtly shouted something to her, and she answered in equally curt answers. "Sally! Sedative!" "Second floor!" "I mean, pill!" "Third!" Both of them looked tired, irritated, and brusque.
Most probably the location of things the doctors were searching, Aggie thought. She cleared her throat again before speaking. "Good morning, I'm Agatha-" The nurse shook her hands and gestured to the ticket machine without even looking up. "Get your number and wait for your call." Aggie smiled as she denied. "I'm not patient-" The nurse stopped her again. "Same for visitors, dear." Aggie tapped the desk with her fingers. "Look, I'm here to work." The nurse finally looked up. Spotting the face of the youth, little sour from being ignored, she let out a faint exclamation. "Oh."
For a second, Aggie spotted pity passing by the nurse's eyes. But when she looked again, the nurse was back to her brusque expression. "Follow me. I'll lead you to your senior." The nurse led her to corridor, where a few people hurried by, but was certainly less busy compared to the hall. "I'm Sally. You will be seeing me a lot for these few months." The blonde nurse's pace was fast. Half trotting to catch up, Aggie answered. "I'm Agatha Keating. Please call me Aggie." However, Sally didn't reply to the friendly introduction. She abruptly stopped infront of a door and turned to Aggie before turning the doorknob. Aggie halted herself before bumping into the nurse.
"Ms. Keating. You'll be working in the Asylum, and I only have one advise for you." Sally's lips, painted in bright red, moved as she looked at Aggie with some warning. "Don't, trust, patients. Ever." Sally's accents stuck to Aggie's ears as she spoke out. The nurse, who was smaller than Aggie, was glaring at her with sincerity. Not understanding the nurse, Aggie retorted. "What?" But Sally wasn't kind enough to answer the question of young intern. Before Aggie could further probe into her words, Sally turned the doorknob. "Oh, and don't quit." With the casual remark of the nurse, the door opened.
"Doctor, I brought the new intern."
[Agatha Keating - Ysabelle Mental Institution]
Aggie's position was a mere intern in this world-renown hospital. She wouldn't even have gotten the position if it wasn't for her aunt, the owner of this institution. Her parents, who have constantly been opposing Aggie's career, almost fainted when they heard that their daughter was working in mental hospital. Aggie has barely stopped her mother from trying to strangle aunt Martha. However, through Aggie's persistent persuasion and aunt Martha's oath in keeping an eye on her, Aggie was able get their permission just the night before.
The eager intern rubbed her eyes. She was tired from all the arguments and pleading last night, but that couldn't deter her from achieving her dream of being a psychiatrist. She took a step toward the grey building infront of her. Ysabelle General Hospital was large, considering it had many different medical faculties. In the broad land of the hospital, Ysabelle Mental Institution was located beside a small park, in remote area of the estate.
On the way, Aggie looked around. There was nobody in the park except her, who was crossing it to reach the hospital. People on the other side of the mental institute hurried their walks, not looking at the direction of the building. Most people didn't think of mental illness fondly and preferred neither being mistaken as a patient, nor facing one. The park itself was somewhat eery too. Silence was understandable, but bare trees that rarely has any leaf didn't seem like a good choice for patients.
Aggie's legs enclosed in black formal pants hurried toward the hospital. Instead of backpack or handbag, Aggie was dragging a small luggage behind her. According to Martha, it was advisable for Aggie to wear pants instead of skirts, and bring a few clothes. Aggie wondered why. She has heard that in some busy hospitals, usually ER, the workload was heavy, and sleeping in the hospital was frequent. However, the place she was going to work wasn't an ER. Nor was she an experienced surgeon or doctor who needs to take care of various things. She was a mere intern in a mental hospital. Was there a need for such things?
"Excuse me-" Her thought vanished the instance she opened the door. Aggie stood in awe at the bustle and hustle of people running and chattering. "Patient 102 is having a seizure!" "I need a sedative! Narcotic would be wonderful." "She's trying to kill herself! Gentlemen?! Some help?" When Aggie pushed the opaque glass door, a completely different world unfolded infront of her. Opposite to the silence of the park, the mental institute was filled with noises and movements. She stood there, blinking for a few seconds before finally coming to senses. The voices were making her head swirl.
Being careful not to be hit by the tray full of scattered injection and pills (it rolled past her, and she dodged narrowly), Aggie approached the registration desk. It was a short distance from the front door to the registration desk, but she felt as if she was passing through a battlefield. A doctor rushed past her, almost tripping over her luggage. The front of his gown was stained with blood. A nurse was holding the arms of another woman in patient uniform. Aggie frowned, not in disapproval, but more in disbelief. Something was shining in the hand of the patient. Is that a fork? "Watch out!" In return of her daze, Aggie was almost hit by a group of doctors and nurses rolling the mobile bed of a patient. She thought she saw glimpse of bubbles on the mouth of the patient, but didn't bother to look back, wise enough that she will be hit by something or someone for sure if she behaved stupid.
"Um, excuse me." Aggie was able to reach the registration, hugging her luggage tight (it seemed that the doctors and nurses of this hospital didnt' care what was on the floor while running around) and out of breathe. Aggie could have swore that she did more stretching and exercise past the few seconds than in her daily morning jog.
However, the front desk was as busy too. There were only two nurses who were in duty, and one was busy talking on the phone to another person. "Yes, of course, we understand- Sir, your son is having Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Letting him out is dangerous for both HIM and YOU. Well you can't just pull him out because of your election!" The other nurse was checking the computer and rummaging through files and papers. Some doctors curtly shouted something to her, and she answered in equally curt answers. "Sally! Sedative!" "Second floor!" "I mean, pill!" "Third!" Both of them looked tired, irritated, and brusque.
Most probably the location of things the doctors were searching, Aggie thought. She cleared her throat again before speaking. "Good morning, I'm Agatha-" The nurse shook her hands and gestured to the ticket machine without even looking up. "Get your number and wait for your call." Aggie smiled as she denied. "I'm not patient-" The nurse stopped her again. "Same for visitors, dear." Aggie tapped the desk with her fingers. "Look, I'm here to work." The nurse finally looked up. Spotting the face of the youth, little sour from being ignored, she let out a faint exclamation. "Oh."
For a second, Aggie spotted pity passing by the nurse's eyes. But when she looked again, the nurse was back to her brusque expression. "Follow me. I'll lead you to your senior." The nurse led her to corridor, where a few people hurried by, but was certainly less busy compared to the hall. "I'm Sally. You will be seeing me a lot for these few months." The blonde nurse's pace was fast. Half trotting to catch up, Aggie answered. "I'm Agatha Keating. Please call me Aggie." However, Sally didn't reply to the friendly introduction. She abruptly stopped infront of a door and turned to Aggie before turning the doorknob. Aggie halted herself before bumping into the nurse.
"Ms. Keating. You'll be working in the Asylum, and I only have one advise for you." Sally's lips, painted in bright red, moved as she looked at Aggie with some warning. "Don't, trust, patients. Ever." Sally's accents stuck to Aggie's ears as she spoke out. The nurse, who was smaller than Aggie, was glaring at her with sincerity. Not understanding the nurse, Aggie retorted. "What?" But Sally wasn't kind enough to answer the question of young intern. Before Aggie could further probe into her words, Sally turned the doorknob. "Oh, and don't quit." With the casual remark of the nurse, the door opened.
"Doctor, I brought the new intern."