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I had it all planed, that was the day. That morning I saw a new nurse going to the hospital manager's office. I thought I could convince him to give me some pills, although it wouldn't be easy.

I walked through the halls till I found him. He was checking out some papers... no, those were not papers, those were our files. I was hoping he hadn't read mine yet, otherwise, my plan wouldn't work and maybe he would tell my psychiatrist. I had to think really well about what I was going to tell him.

—Excuse me —I said, and he turned around—. Are you the new nurse? M-my doctor told me that you were going to give me my pills —I was so nervous that I thought he would find it out just by looking at my face

—I don't know, girl... nobody told me about it —He replied and started to search among the files—. Can you tell me your name?

—My name is... Claire, Claire Fuller. But you won't find me there; I just got here two days ago.

—Really? Well, what kind of pills did you said you needed? —He asked.

—Sleeping pills. But don't worry, I'm not depressed or anything like that. I just have insomnia.

—Then I guess it's ok. Take this —he handed me a bottle of pills—. I will write down your name anyway, just in case anyone asks.

—Ok, thank you.

But nobody was going to ask for Claire.

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