Wristbands - M.C.

Four

-Michaels POV-

Just forty hours to go. Then I'm done.

I'd filled out the sheets given to me by the lady at the front desk of Orange Tree. This, of course, included my own hospital records and criminal records and so on.

"Finally done." I sighed, giving the tired out woman the clipboard.

"Just one more thing...." She looked down at the clipboard. "...Michael. You need to fill this out so we can best select your patient." She said, handing me a survey.

I sighed. At least it was almost over. I grabbed it from her, plastered on a smile and say back down in the uncomfortable chair.

Prefer Girl or Boy? Don't care.
1-10: Can you handle stress well? 6
1-10: Respond well to others' stress?
1-10: Willing to listen? 10
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After finally finishing yet another boring piece of paperwork, I handed this in.

"Sounds like our newest addition would be best for you." She began. I swallowed hard. "All information given to you here from myself, other doctors, and this patient is strictly confidential. The only time you can talk to anyone about this is if she tells you something that might hurt her or someone else, do you understand?" I nodded quickly. "Her name is Elizabeth Parker. She has Multiple Personality Disorder. It's not too detrimental, but you still need to be careful of her safety and your own well being. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. You can come in tomorrow morning as your first day, and soon you will be free to come and go. Wear this wristband."

She handed me a printed band. It was still warm, letting me know it was printed very recently.

Michael Clifford: Authorised Visitor
Orange Tree Rehabilitation Centre
Wristbands Partnership: E. Parker

I snapped on the wristband and left the hospital.

Calling the guys, I got a band rehearsal started up at my place for when I would get home in a half hour.

"Well I guess I'll be spending a lot of time with this Elizabeth girl."