Looking. I'm looking for him.
I'm desperately searching these halls for a way--a sign--to the isolation rooms. I haven't worked here long enough to know--I've barely even seen half of the entire facility.
They won't let me behind certain points. I'm only a nurse, and so that means I've been restricted access to some areas. Hopefully this doesn't mean I'm restricted from seeing him.
I soon find out it doesn't. It took me a bit to work up the courage, but I managed to ask another nurse where the isolation rooms are located. She's told me to keep going straight, take a left, head through the double doors at the end of that hallway, take two rights, another left, and then I should be there.
Okay. I'm heading down the hallway now. Take a left. Got it. Double doors--down. I'm now in the darker section of the facility. I don't know why they keep it like this. Two rights. And then a left.
I'm here. I'm in a section of the facility labeled, "Isolation". Obviously. I walk up to the guard--odd--standing in front of another set of double doors.
He asks me what I need--hopefully that means I'm allowed to go in--so I tell him I'm here to visit a patient. He asks me the patient's name.
Crap. I don't know it. I have to come up with something fast.
I tell him I don't know the patient's name--that the doctor above me didn't tell me their name, that he just told me to pay a visit to them.
It somehow works. Either this guard is stupid or they really just don't care. He asks me to describe the patient so he can help me find them. I tell him he has green hair, to which he immediately stops me.
He makes me sign a clipboard, and then lets me in afterwards. He tells me he's in Room 7, and tells me to be cautious because he "might attack me." I roll my eyes at him after he closes the door behind me.
I can't believe he believes it, too.
I go down the hallway until I find Room 7. I turn towards it, wondering if I should knock or just open it. I go with knocking, and then open the door slightly afterwards, letting in light through the crack. I give a soft greeting.
He turns to face me, eyes wide.
He's scared.
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Anxiety Attacks (Septiplier)
FanficShort story based around the idea of illness and such. I can't give too much away because I want the story to tell its own... well, story.
