Project K- Liam Payne Fanfic

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Kassie

--April 2013--

I wake up with the feeling that something big is going to happen today.

I can feel it in my core, in my bones and I have to say, it's igniting me like a wildfire- the adrenaline running throughout my body and out my fingertips is exhilarating. I haven't exactly exposed myself to anything too fascinating since Noah died, and even though I have no idea what it is, I find myself jumpy and excited to go to work. To go to work. What is going on with me?

I shrug off the thought and prepare myself for the day, starting a steaming shower as I lather my lavender scented shampoo in the wet palm of my hand. Massaging it into my scalp, I wash it out and condition, being sure to leave the substance in my hair as I run the razor up my stubbly legs. I place the razor back on the rack and pour a heap of body wash on the scrubbing towel, using circular motions on my skin to cleanse it of all dirt. I step back into the water, only to find it's scorching, jumping back and cussing under my breath.

"Julia Heatson!" I scream as loud as I can, rolling my eyes when she doesn't respond or come to the bathroom door. She flushed the toilet in the other bathroom and since they run on the same heating tank, the shower automatically becoming boiling as soon as the flushing handle is pressed. I try to reach around the cylindrical shape of burning water to turn the lever and adjust the heat, but my arm grazes the stream.

"Shit" I mumble, successfully grasping the lever and turning it to the right more, the water cooling down almost instantly. I step under the shower head and let the warm liquid cover every corner of my body, washing off all the soap and conditioner. I turn the shower off and wrap a towel around my naked body, letting the cold whoosh of air overcome me.

Just a mere ten minutes later, I'm downstairs, dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white sweater with 'London-Hope Hospital' printed across the back in red. I tie my hair back in a French braid, putting the whisps back with a red headband- the typical for volunteers at the hospital.

"Bye, Julia!" I yell upstairs, to warn my sister of my departure, but I doubt she's even awake. I grab a banana and a granola bar for breakfast on the go, seeing its nearly eight and my shift begins at eight-fifteen. My truck- which has not been to the auto shop for at least two years- sits in its place in the driveway, dirty and in desperate need of a new paint job. I take notice of the blinking gas light as I sigh, wondering when Julia will learn to fill up the tank after using my truck instead of leaving it for me to do.

The ride to the hospital is fairly short and I arrive in a couple minutes. Climbing out of the truck, I shut the drivers door as the window rattles, another reminder that I have to get it into the auto shop. I'm greeted by the familiar waft of antibacterial substances and latex gloves- the scent one would usually dislike but I find comforting- as I enter the hospital, leaving my bag and food in the locker room. As I sign into the volunteer system, I grab a piece of paper and jot down all my duties for the next couple hours, or at least until the schedule is updated again:

Patient Room 338 (Private) to Room 301 for physiotherapy rehabilitation with Dr. Cane, 08:15 (2hr) session 5/20 *** see psychiatric appointment

Patient Room 163 (Mrs. Ginny Feraldi) to Room 196 for MRI with Dr. Camian, 08:45 (15min)

Patient Room 129 (Mr. Jack Houston) to Room 244 for physiotherapy with Dr. Fisher, 09:00 (1hr)

Patient Room 289 (Miss Kelsey Papadopolos) to Room 367 for observation with Dr. True, 09:00 (30mins)

Parent Room 338 (Private) to Room 389 for psychiatric examinations with Dr. Presley, 10:15 (45min)

My job is always the same- taking patients to and from the scanning rooms or physiotherapy sessions- however, this is the first time I've been up in the private wing on the third floor. The third floor is for those who can afford to stay in isolated dormitories or need to stay in isolated dormitories for safety of other patients. Celebrities, for an instance, are treated up there along with those under observation, because the E.R. would be crowded with fans trying to catch a glimpse of the star if they were placed on the first floor. I grab my name tag out of the bin and tug it over my neck, flipping the card so Kassie Heatson, Volunteer is apparent.