The Wild Ones (Zianourry) (Book 1)

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"So this is where our patients come to eat. These are the sessions for all meal breaks that are mandatory," the lady from the reception desk tells us and hands me a paper that had different times. "So there are three sessions for each meal?" "Yes. Because our facility have 3 separate wings, we created a schedule for each wing.

The first session is for the ones who aren't badly mentally unstable. The second one is for the mediocre ones. You know the ones who need to have someone with them at all times. That session is for them. Then the last session is for the badly unstable ones. The ones who need a group of people so that they don't lash out. We have them last because they are a lot to handle, so it'll take a lot for us to get them here and out on time," she explains and I understood.

"Right outside those four doors is the courtyard and the garden. At the end of their meals, we take them outside to relax and to get the opportunity to communicate with each other." "They make friends here?" Niall asked and I looked at my boyfriend "It's mainly the mediocre and the light ones who make friends. We tend to just let the bad ones just roam in the garden. A lot of them are very intrigued with our flowers," the lady says and steps out with us and we saw the area.

"Right down there is the medical building. If there is ever an injury or whenever the patient runs out of their meds, that's where we all go." She points at the building right across from us. "There is a passcode that you must put in so that you can go in." "Y'all don't torture them?" I asked and the lady shakes her head. "This may be the most dangerous ward in the UK, but we still don't believe in torture. We don't encourage it and we don't see it being the answer to everything. Now if the patient gets too aggressive we unfortunately tranquilize them. It puts them to rest for about 3 hours, and they are to be back in their rooms by the time they wake up," she says and I nodded my head.

"Oh! Our patients do go in there for checkups and physical exams. There are doctors who treat our patients for whatever they need or for us to see if they got better. Of course if they fall ill, they stay in the designated beds in that building and they are to stay until they get clearance from the doctors." We walked into the building and she brought us to each room.

After she finished walking us through that building, we walked out and walked to the building that was to the right of it. "Now this is where we hold our visiting area. This is only for the mediocre and the not so mental patients. The ones that take a lot only get phone calls. We just can't put the visitors lives at risk, so they have booths right over here," she unlocks a door and we walk into a room that looked like the visiting area for prisoners.

"Physical touch is a no go for them, so until they show improvement, they will just have this kind of contact with the outside world. Now if you follow me, I'll show you the actual patients," she says and that's what we did. We walked back into the main building and we walked down one of the big halls. "This is where the less mentally ill patients are located. Their names are on the side of the door. As well as their papers. Whatever you need to know about each patient, you'll find them in here," she showed us the papers and I looked through them before she opened the door to have us meet some of the patients.

Most of them were relaxed and there was only a few of them who lost their lids. It didn't take a lot for them to relax though. All I did was show them that everything was going to be okay. My goal is to help all of these people. Just so that they can leave here and officially start over. They deserve it.

"Alright, and these are the bad ones. The ones that will need to be assigned a group of people so that they would calm down. This is where the tour ends actually, so if you would just pick out who you would want to work on, then be free to tell me. I will just be right here," she says with a friendly smile. We thanked her and walked down the halls, reading the papers and the names of the patients. There were so many that needed help, but there were a few that grabbed my attention the most. The top 5 people that I wanted to work on were: