American Horror Story: Hospice

Valentine

Valentine's day was coming up. Dr. Jensen sat on her laptop, gloomily looking at pictures of other couples on Instagram. She wished Valentine's day never existed.

Sure she had felt love, who hadn't at her age? But her love went down in flames when she discovered her husband had been cheating on her with another woman. Dr. Jensen had never been the same. Neither was her husband.

Kindle Worth stepped into the front doors of the hospital, with a smirk on her face and a suitcase in hand. Many nurses lived in the hospice to care for the ill and that was exactly what she was there to do. She navagated her way through the halls and had finally found Dr. Jensens room.

When she entered, she was enveloped in bright lights and white flooring and walls. A jungle-wooden desk sat smack in the middle of the office and in the red velvet chair sat Dr. Delilah Jensen. Kindle offered her hand. "You must be Delilah Jensen?"

"It says it on the nametag, doesn't it?" Jensen worried playfully.

The new nurse nodded. "Yes, of course. Just topics of conversation. I'm Kindle Worth. I got hired to work as a nurse here!"

Delilah raised an eyebrow. "I'm a bit shocked you still want to work here after what happened a week ago."

"Well, people die all the time," Kindle explained. "It's not like I'm going to stop living because of that."

"Alot of people die, Miss Worth. But this was a brutal murder. In a hospital no less."

Kindle shrugged. "Have you even seen Grey's Anatomy? Doesn't scare me."

"Maybe a serial killer will, Kindle," Delilah snapped.

"You are really trying your best to get rid of me, aren't you?" Kindle asked sarcastically.

Dr. Jensen shuffled some papers on her desk roughly, the paper swishing along the spruce wood. "I just don't want to see another girl murdered is all."

"Well, you cannot stop me from working. It's against the law or something," said Kindle.

Delilah just gazed sorrowfully. "It was worth a shot." She released a minuscule, reassuring smile. Kindle rolled her eyes.

"When do I begin?" She asked.

"Today, if you'd like. Remember that it is a full time responsibility, you'll be living here," Dr. Jensen explained with a hint of dissuasion in her tone.

Kindle smirked. "Ok, then I'll settle in now."

"Great."

The newly appointed nurse strolled out of Delilah's office with gleaming self pride and a half smile on her face. Delilah rubbed her forehead. She opened up her desk drawer to find a note, stained with blood.

It read: Not so happy Valentine's day, huh? Don't worry. You can be mine. In fact, you already are!

An elderly woman with green glasses strolled down the halls of the hospice, glancing in each direction, muttering insults to herself. Her red hair was tied up in a bun on top of her rather large head, with grey hairs trickling down her face, escaping the bun. Her green robe enveloped her shaking body as it swished down the hall. She screamed.

Joan woke up and saw that it was 5 a.m. She rolled her eyes. "Honey, you gotta get more sleep." Joan fell back into her bed, but couldn't find it in her to relax. Then, she decided to go for a walk.

She got up and glanced over at Maria, who was sleeping soundly. Her aching body barely aided in her getting up. As she opened the door, a thought came to her mind. Visit Harold, it's been a while.