Psychotic (L.T)

Three

Alana had arrived at the hospital around nine o'clock the next morning. That was a little late for her, but she just wanted to get a few minutes in to sleep. She also wanted to prepare for Dr. McClain's scolding, just in case he didn't believe the excuse Crystal told him. She was in the elevator now, going up to the second floor. When the doors opened she stood outside of it for a few seconds, contemplating on whether or not she should check on Laurent or not.

She decided to, but she wasn't going to speak to him. She was just going to peak inside. She turned right and she made her way down the hall to his room, slowing down her pace when she reached his door. Slowly, she peeked inside, the her eyes landing on Laurent, who was pacing the floor with is fingers tangled in his twists. He had an angry expression on his face and his screwed shut. Alana frowned as she watched him, his breathing seeming to come out ragged, as if he had ran a marathon. Alana had the sudden urge to go into the room and try to calm him down, but the smarter side of her told her to stay where she was, and she did.

She saw Laurent stop in the middle of the floor, his face contorting in anger. His head turned in her direction slowly, and Alana noticed that his eyes were bloodshot. He turned his whole body towards the door and he walked towards it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He had the most insane and intense look in his eyes, like he wanted to grab her and squeeze her head until it cracked open.

And he wanted to so badly.

He was beginning to lose his mind. Not being able to cause harm to anyone in the past 24 hours drove him crazy. Seeing Alana, short, sweet, and scared only fueled him. Alana jumped back when he hit the door with his hand, his eyes burning holes into every inch of her body. She looked back at him reluctantly, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. He was looking at her as if she was the most hated, most disgusting thing in the world.

A smirk appeared on her face as he saw a tear roll down her cheek, his eyes narrowing at her.

"I'm going to get you," he mouthed, pointing at her through the thick glass. She peeled her eyes away from his and she walked away from his door, her chest rising and falling fast. She wiped her face as she saw the nurses station, and she plastered a smile on her face.

"Good morning," Alana said shakily as she entered the nurses station.

"I have news," Crystal said, turning to her. "Dr. McClain wants to assign all of the nurses four patients each. He sent us lists of who we'd be assigned to."

Alana nodded slowly and Crystal grabbed her a sheet of paper of of her desk with names printed on it. She handed the paper to Alana and she read over it.

Crystal:
Wilson, Bridget R.
Montez, Selena
Daniels, Michael U.
Johnson, Wilma

Diana:
Starksten, Peter
Milan, Julia S.
Gayle, Brittney
Morton, Elise

Alana:
Brighton, Agnes
Harris, Samantha
Lewis, Edward
Bourgeois, Laurent N.

Alana groaned, and she sat the paper down, frowning deeply. She didn't want to tend to Laurent, not after what she just saw, and what he said.

"What's wrong, babe?" Crystal asked.

"Why does he keep assigning Laurent to me?" She asked, folding her arms. Crystal simply shrugged, not knowing the reason either. Alana thought about telling Crystal what happened, but she decided against it. She knew Crystal would say something like, "Well look where we work at."

Alana sighed and she removed her jacket, running a hand through her hair. She had straightened it this morning and it actually turned out pretty well for her. She sighed and she turned on her computer, logging onto her email. She went through her inbox, clicking on the one that read Bourgeois, Laurent N. Files. She began to look through it, scanning over the reports he's gotten over the past few years.