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Post by HARVEY CHARLES on Nov 19, 2009 13:02:44 GMT -5
Harvey sat in front of the first padded cell on the right in the long row of stark white padded cells. The door was open and the cell was unoccupied and the restraints had been left in there. It was only his forty-eighth hour working for Crescent Hills Asylum and he was already bored out of his mind. He had gotten in from California last night and he had gone straight to his apartment off the asylum grounds and unpacked. By this morning everything was meticulously the way he wanted it and for the rest of the night he had been on his new bed on his back with his arms spread out, wondering what the following day would hold for him.
Harvey jolted out of his memory from the previous night when he heard the door into the basement where the cells were slam. He looked up, his bright blue eyes sparkling in the half-light coming from the almost burnt out lights in the padded cell. He thought about asking who it was but then decided that if it was somebody of influence then he didn’t want to talk to them. Wait. I don’t want to talk to them even if it is someone of little or no influence. This thought almost made him smile, but not quite. It turned out to be some patient looking for her doctor or something. I should get her out of here and to her cell or room or whatever they have here. But then again, she really isn’t my patient
Harvey contemplated going and sitting in the cell, but then he remembered that he was supposed to be the doctor and it would be bad form if he was found, as a doctor, sitting in a padded cell on his first day. What do I care what they think of me. Maybe the patients will think that I'm crazy like them and they'll respect me.... Or they could see me as one of their own and start coming to me with their problems. No. I'll just stay out here. So he sat in his beat up metal folding chair just staring into the infinite blankness where countless drops or tears, blood, and sweat had been spilled. [/size][/color] |
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Post by ELIZABETH MILLER on Nov 21, 2009 2:42:05 GMT -5
She couldn't believe she had accepted a job an an insane asylum or more nicely put a psychiatric hospital. Maybe she was crazy herself to have come here, but she was here and it was too late. It was actually slightly ironic to be here. She had given up being a psychiatrist because it had been too boring and hadn't enough excitement and now here she was in a hospital for the insane. Not that was her job, no she was here to stop people from dying when they tried to end their lives or if some patient wasn't taking their meds and and attacked another. She knew this would be different psychiatric hospitals and psyche wards in a regular hospital were not the same thing, in the least bit. This is where the craziest of the crazies were sent. This is where people were sent when society gave up on them, this was the end of the line.
She wasn't the only new doctor here, there was another, she wasn't sure what his specialty was. She hadn't even met the man yet. She had met a few nurses and had met some of the patients, who instantly made her regret her job. Which was why she was now debating in her mind why the hell she was here. It was seriously not one of her better moments in life, but then again her worst moments in life was what lead her here in the first place. Something she just not rather think about, altogether.
She should have known life wouldn't always be perfect, the past always caught up with one and bit them in the ass. She needed to go somewhere to clear her mind. She didn't like it being clouded with all this negativity and she already felt like she might be going crazy. Which wasn't good, she was supposed to treat the crazy people when they did crazy things not become one of them.
She now found herself in the basement. Part of it was her new home. She was pretty much on call and had to live on premises, much to her dismay. This wasn't the homey section of the basement however. She was where the cells were. She really didn't know why she was wandering to this part of the basement. She doubted anyone would really cross her path.
At least she hoped nobody would. She started humming moonlight sonata, it was habit. She always hummed that particular song when something was on her mind, she didn't know why she just did.
Liz stopped in her tracks and stopped humming when she realized she wasn't alone. It was a bit dark however, so she wasn't sure who was down here with her. She took out her pen light and shined it on a male, probably about her age just sitting in a cell. At first she thought it was a patient but she could see he wasn't, oh wait was that that other doctor who had started two days before her? “Soo.. do you always sit alone in the dark, in the nuthouse thinking to yourself?” She said looking at him somewhat with amusement. It was actually kind of funny, then again maybe this place had already gotten to him was it that bad? It was only her first day.
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Post by HARVEY CHARLES on Nov 21, 2009 16:23:15 GMT -5
Harvey sat up straighter in his chair at the sound of the whistling, and then of the voice. His face stayed hard and cold, but it by no means displayed his feelings for her, he was just incapable of outwardly showing anything except extremely strong emotion. "Why yes, I do all my best thinking surrounded by insanity. I think we all do." He was joking, but it showed neither in his tone or position. He so infrequently joked because of the fact that he normally didn't get the point. "Knock, knock. Who's there? Boo. Boo who? Don't cry it's just a joke." Those types just frustrated the crap out of him. Plus the fact that almost nobody actually got his jokes as he didn't deliver them any differently than he said anything else.
He relaxed slightly, tilting the chair he was on back on two legs and folding his hands behind his head. "No, I just was wandering and this seemed a good a place as any to stop and soak in the job I just accepted." He got up, he was fairly tall and he was still in his regular clothes (a professional-looking suit and jacket), and he was over to her in three easy strides. "I'm Dr. Charles, Harvey Charles. I specialize in head trauma." He know what he had expected from his co-workers when he first heard about this job, but certainly not this. she looked about his age, but in much better mental condition. Plus she's a lot prettier than me. This actually caused him to smile a bit. No he certainly had not expected any pretty girls to be working as doctors here. [/color] |
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Post by ELIZABETH MILLER on Nov 21, 2009 23:04:28 GMT -5
She had gotten his attention at least. At least he wasn't entranced in a daze. He finally spoke and she listened to what he said. Probably not the best choice of words, but she figured it was only a joke“And here I thought I was the only one who thinks that way” Liz said, also joking herself. She didn't really think he was being serious. At least he had a sense of humor somewhat. She really didn't like people who couldn't joke every once and a while. It just wasn't normal to not laugh sometimes. Then again nobody was really normal. Anyone who said they were were either a liar or delusional. Nobody was normal, everyone had a problem. Some people just knew how to handle it better than others. She kind of a had a different outlook on things and sometimes it got her in trouble but people seriously needed to just lighten up sometimes. Life was too short.
He seemed to relax a bit more which was good as he seemed a bit tense. She would probably be tense if she was down here alone. This wasn't exactly a place of comfort. “Yeah likewise, not sure why I accepted this job but here I am” She said looking around. She still couldn't believe she had chosen to take this job. He was now getting up, he was pretty tall. Well, most people were taller than her anyway or at least the same height as her. She was pretty average when it came to height. “Dr Miller, just emergency medicine. Though I did do year in psychiatry” She said with a smile as he was smiling himself. She was really smiling at the irony of it all, she had given up psychiatry and now her whole job was centered around it.
She had given it up because she had remembered the rush she had gotten when she had worked in the ER as a med student but she had gone with psychiatry first off because it had been what she had the highest scores in and emergency medicine had come second, then surgery.
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Post by HARVEY CHARLES on Nov 28, 2009 23:14:16 GMT -5
[/ul][/ul] Harvey shook her hand in three precise movements: up, down, and back to the center. He was not the type of man to frollic al over the place while shaking a persons' hand. "Yes, I guess you could say I did a bit of that myself. Though mine was more spiritual-cology than psych. I living in a momastery for quite a number of years." Eighteen to be exact. Though it would have been more had I not insisted they let me go. His eyes glazed over slightly as he thought about where he would be now had he stayed. Probably scrubbing the shining white thrones of Our Lord. A faint smile touched his lips but didn't reach his eyes. Thinking about the monks made him think about why he left whcih made him think about Victoria which made his contemplate sinking back into the dark part of his mind in which he had been living in for the past period of time.
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