nightshift //minizerk//

06

I cover my mouth and nose with my sleeve as I finish mopping up the vomit. It reeks of apples. Heh. I pour the dirty water down the drain and toss the mop back into the supply cupboard. I know I should really take a few days off to fix my sleeping schedule, but at the moment I'm just not sure what I'm doing. Harry soon sorts me out.

''You're an idiot, Josh,'' he chuckles, noting down things on his clipboard. I roll my eyes. ''Aren't you supposed to be helping me, not insulting me?'' I remind him, my voice laced with humour. He nods and runs a hand through his hair. ''Yeah, I know. But really? I mean, I'm no doctor, but you really shouldn't be spending that much time working...'' he scratches the back of his neck before slipping his hands into the pockets of his white coat. ''But you are a doctor,'' I say, and he facepalms. ''Oh yeah. Well, doctor in training. I mainly just comfort the patients...'' he trails off, and I shrug. ''You have a medical degree, right?'' I ask, and he nods slowly, ''Then I trust you. I won't work both shifts,'' I say, and he lets out a short sigh. ''That's good. If you're having trouble deciding, you can always talk to Callum. Not the patient, the guard. He used to be a night guard,'' he tells me, shifting on his feet, ''I really need to go now. Doctor Winsor wants to show me some stuff...'' he says, and I smile. ''S'all right. I'll get Tobi to give me hand with things. Good luck,'' I chuckle, and he returns the smile before heading off down the corridor towards the medical block.

Harry's a decent guy. Smarter than he lets on, too. I remember when he first came here. He was some angsty teenager that just wanted to help people. And now he's a significantly less angsty adult that is helping people. I'd trust him with my life, if I'm honest. 

I did go to Tobi, and he helped me decide what to do. He told me that there were plenty of night guards, and if I really wanted to go I could start training to work with the patients. So that's what I'm going to do. JJ wasn't too happy about it to begin with, but in the end he didn't mind.

I spoke to Callum as well. He really was a great sport. Gave me a few tips and all. We aren't really friends, per say, but he's a nice guy. Even told me about some of the patients. In the end, I did have to go home, being too tired to work. I decide I'll take a few days off to get my sleeping schedule back to normal, and then I'll start my training.

My mind keeps drifting, though. That boy. Minter. There was something about him... He keeps popping up in my head. It's driving me insane. No pun intended. I don't suspect Minter is his first name. I want to know more about him.

Guess I'll find out soon enough.