A Doctor with a strict record of handling patients at Harroway Psychiatric Ward, Dr. Syringe gets called for a new patient to help. As she meets the patient Thistle, things start to get weird...
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Sitting at the table with mountains of paperwork on it, this is how my life has become. Well, not entirely. I'm not known as the party animal or the one that goes out much so it's not like I have a choice. I built my reputation on this job and not in damn hell will I lose it. I silently said to myself...
"Most of these 'so called doctors' don't even do much anyway. They just sit around and do absolutely nothing while I clean their messes".
Before I finish my rant, my hand starts to cramp up from writing so hard. I quickly let go of the pen as I held my hand. God, this hurts. I could get Moss to do this but what does he know, he only started working here two weeks ago. What does he know anyway? He's just some college drop out while I actually worked my butt off to be where I am today. Typical much, just live day to day with sociopaths and nut jobs who think they're superior to me... and then there's the patients who wanna get up in your face with knives and scalpels, itching to get a taste of homicidal bloodlust. Why bother keeping them here and euthanize them, then we won't have to deal with these type of people anymore. As I entertained this thought, I heard a knock at the door. I hear a little annoying voice from the other side...
"Hey Syringe? Are you in there?"
I sigh quietly to myself and stay silent. Here's college boy Moss, here to yet again ruin my quiet night with another menial chore from the higher ups. Maybe if I stay quiet, then he'll walk away. As I hoped to hear footsteps leaving my door, I instead get a more persistent knock on the door. He isn't going away easily now, isn't he? I give a long sigh before reluctantly walking over to door and opening it.
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"Nurse Moss, can I help you."
I let out, hoping he will take the hint that I'm busy. Instead however, he looked up to meet my eyes and smiled cheerfully. As he smiles, I try to keep my composure to not cringe by the look of him.
"Good evening, Doctor Syringe. I wanted to come over to check up with the work."
He's lying out of his teeth. Moss clearly wants something cause he never checks up with me unless it's important. I let out a sigh and looked at him again, slowly getting aggravated.
