Such A Beautiful Disaster

Part 12

We walked into what seemed like a small office with two other rooms and a bathroom connecting to it. There was a woman sitting at the desk to my left. The rest of the office was mostly filing cabinets. To the right of me stretched a long hallway, with many doors along each side of it, going all the way to two double doors with a red "EXIT" sign above them. I could see a few people walking around in the hall. They were staring at me, talking amongst themselves. I, once again, was the New Girl. I almost laughed as I thought of Ryan and his nickname for me.

Candace set down my bag and handed the woman at the desk the clipboard to sign again. When she was done she wished me good luck and then left. The woman at the desk turned to me. "I'm Lauren," she said. Lauren like she was in her twenties. She was a little chubby, with long hair pulled back into a severe chignon, and glasses. "I'm going to have you sit down with me and fill out your paperwork, go over some rules and other things. Then the nurse will give you a quick physical exam. We'll do a body check with her and then go through your things to make sure you don't have anything in there you shouldn't." Lauren pulled over a chair from beside one the cabinets to the desk next to her. She motioned for me to sit down, which I did. Then she put a large packet of papers in front me and handed me a pen.

The papers I signed were forms stating that I understood what my rights were as a patient, that I gave Tri-County Memorial the right to treat me, some were release forms, and as Lauren explained different rules and procedures to me I signed forms stating that I had been informed and understood said rules and procedures. There would be NO smoking. There would be NO fraternization with the opposite sex. There would be NO use of alcohol or drugs. I could get discharged from the program for any one of these infractions. Lauren briefly explained the daily routine. I would be getting up at 8:00 AM every day, 7:30 if I wanted breakfast. The day started with morning meditation. Groups ran all the way until 9:00 at night. Lunch was at 12:00, dinner was at 5:00. I had to be in my room by 11:00 at night, 12:00 on the weekends.

It was a lot to take in at once but Lauren gave me a patient handbook that listed all the rules and the weekly schedule in it. After what seemed like eons, we finished with the paperwork. Lauren handed me a clear plastic cup to get a urine sample from me. I went in the bathroom and did my business. When I came back out Lauren was holding a clear plastic bag open for me. "You can put in here," she instructed. I made sure the lid was screwed on tight before I dropped the sample in. Lauren closed the bag, set it on the desk, and took off the gloves she had put on. "I'm going to get the nurse now," Lauren told me then got up and knocked on one of the doors.

"One minute," a muffled voice called back from behind the door. After a few moments the door opened and an older woman, seemingly in her late forties stepped out. "This is Molly. She's ready for her physical and body check," Lauren told the woman.

"Well, come in," the woman said. I got up from the desk and walked into the room, which was apparently used as the nurse's office. Inside there was an examining table, a counter that lined three walls of the room, a sink, medication cart, and mini fridge. Lauren shut the door behind us. "Hello Molly. My name is Margret. I'm one of the nurses on the unit. Wally is the other nurse who will be working with you." "Hi," I simply responded. "We're going to have you undress, then put on a gown. We'll check your clothes and do a body check for scars and other marks," Margret told me.

She handed me a gown which I placed on the examining table. I took off my sneakers and handed them to Lauren who stuck her hand inside to check for anything that might be hidden there. I sweated the seconds out, hoping that the pills wouldn't dislodge and come tumbling out, even though I knew I had stuck them in there pretty good. She finished and set them on the floor. I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. I took off my jeans then. While Lauren was checking the pockets I took off my zip up hoodie, camisole, and bra. I pulled off my thong last and put the pile of clothes on the table and put on the gown. After a few moments of waiting for Lauren to finish searching my clothes, Margret asked me "Do you have any tattoos or scars that I can mark down?" She was holding a clipboard with some papers on it. I could see the image of a naked, sexless, body on one. It looked like it was waiting to be colored in. I knew Margret would use it to show where the tattoos and scars were on my body.

"I've got five tattoos," I told her. Then I pointed each one out, the heart being sewn up with bat wings on my left shoulder, the comic book character on my left ankle, the word "EVER" with the "V" as a heart behind my right ear, the letter "Q" with a heart in the middle of it inside my left wrist, and the words "Forgive Reborn Forget" scripted around my right wrist, the word "Reborn" in the middle of a heart. If you haven't been able to figure it out yet, I have a small obsession with hearts. As I pointed them out, Margret wrote down on the paper their descriptions where they were located. When she was done with those notes, she asked "What about scars?"

Whoo boy, did I have plenty of those. One long one under my eye that needed 12 stitches from where I got hit with a baseball. One on my pinkie toe that required 6 stitches after I accidentally sliced it open with a throwing knife. One running down the back of my calve that needed 15 staples from tearing it open after trying to jump a wire fence and failing miserably. One above my belly button where my belly button ring got ripped out. I had four burns on my forearms from the ovens at work, plus the one ones healing now from the fryer. The scar that was covered up by the tattoo on my wrist I didn't bother pointing out. They didn't really need to know about that. Margret finished up those notes then looked my arms and legs up and down and had me lift up my gown to show her my back and stomach. She checked out the fresh burns, slathered Neosporin on, and re-bandaged them. Lauren then handed my clothes back to me and told me I could get dressed. "I'm going to start looking through your bags while Margret does a physical on you real quick," she told me.

I nodded my head before she walked out of the room and closed the door. I took off the gown and put all my clothes back on. "You can take a seat on the exam table for me," Margret said. I sat down and she put a blood pressure cuff around my arm. After taking my blood pressure, she got my pulse and temperature. She checked my ears, eyes, and throat with a scope that had a light attached. Margaret asked if I had any serious medical problems, and what my family history was of various diseases and illnesses. I've always been in semi-good health and I have no real clue about my family's medical history so that went by quick. Then she had me step on the scale to get my height and weight. I was still 5'8" but I had lost another two pounds, putting me down to 118 lbs. That wasn't pleasant to see. Margret told me we were done and asked if I had any questions. I didn't so she opened the door and let me back into the office.

Lauren had my bags open and was going through my things. But standing beside her, leaning on the doorframe to the hallway was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen. He was young, most likely in his late twenties from my guess. Not much older than me. He was tall, looking about 6'2" with a very nice build. I could see he was wearing Doc Martens under his faded blue jeans. He had a light blue button up shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to reveal tribal tattoos that started at his wrists and most likely wound all the way up his arms. I could see muscles through the fabric of his shirt. He had walnut brown hair with soft curls and his eyes were a deep forest green. You could practically see the word "LUST" forming in my eyes.

He looked right at me and said "Hi, Molly. I'm Jeremy. I'll be your counselor for the rest of your stay with us."