[Cake's P.O.V]
I was reading a book trying to forget what happened when Taylor came in.
"Hello, Cake."
"Hi. How are you?"
"I don't have time to make small talk."
"Okay."
"I'm here to inform you that Jasmine would like to meet you."
"Who's Jasmine?"
"Right. You haven't met her. I didn't meet her until I was here for a year."
"Well...what does she want with me?"
"She wants to talk to you about a couple of things."
"Am I in trouble?"
"No. You are not in trouble. She just wants to talk to you about a couple of things. Specifically, today."
"Oh... Wonderful."
"She's on the third floor. Her room is close to the stairs. Don't confuse her for the other lady in there."
"Which is...?"
"A lady named Ally. Jasmine has dark brown hair that looks like black. She wears glasses. Ally has black hair and doesn't wear glasses. Both about the same height with Ally being taller. Jasmine can be cheerful but serious at the same time. Ally is serious all the tine. No happiness or anything like that."
"Okay. And only Jasmine wants to see me?"
"Yes. If you're talking to Jasmine then you aren't in any trouble. If you're talking to Ally then you're in trouble."
"Okay. So should I be going now?"
"Yes. Go."
"Okay."
With that, I leave the room. I go to the third floor to meet Jasmine.
Close to the stairs...
I find the room and enter it.
Inside I see two ladies. Jasmine and Ally.
Ally looks at me then at Jasmine. Jasmine nods her head and Ally leaves the room.
"Hello. My name is Jasmine. You are..."
She takes out a piece of paper and reads it.
"Cake Agriana, correct?"
"Yes. That's me."
"Nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too."
"I'm here to talk to you about Patient Ten-Thirteen-Eighteen (101318)."
"What about him?"
"I need you to decide."
"Decide what?"
"Whether he stays or not. It doesn't really matter whether you chooses he stays or not. You're outnumbered."
"What do you mean by stay? Are you going to send him to another facility?"
"...Sure! That's what we'll do," she says in a cheerfully.
"And what about being outnumbered?"
"Well. Ten people are to vote on this matter. I count for some reason. Anyways, seven of those ten people decided he shouldn't stay. That's why I'm saying it doesn't matter whether you chose for him to stay. You're outnumbered."
"Oh... You said you count, right? So what did you vote for?"
"Him to stay."
"Oh."
She takes out a notepad and a pen then writes something down. She then gets a sticky note and starts writing on that. She looks at the notepad and continues to write on the sticky note. She then puts the pen down as well as the notepad. She then looks at me.
"Now, Cake, how would you feel about supervising someone else?" She asked me.
"I don't like that."
"Well too bad!" She says cheerfully passing me the sticky note she had been writing on. "You're supervising someone else! Patient Zero Eight-Zero Nine-Eighteen (080918).
"...Wonderful..."
"I know right! You're his eight supervisor!"
"Eight...?"
"Yep! Eight. The other seven died. One of them managed to survive but later died in the hospital."
"..."
"He's pretty dangerous."
"I can tell.."
"Take out your notepad and right this down."
"Okay," I say while taking out my notepad and a pencil.
"Patient Zero Eight-Zero Nine-Eighteen (080918). Conditions: Bipolar, delusional, may be schizophrenic, clinical lycanthropy, serial killer, cannibal. Extremely dangerous. Wears cuffs. Discussions are being made of whether he should go or not."
I finished writing down what she had told me to write down. I was scared. I had to supervise him.
"Can't you get someone with more experience to supervise him?"
"Hmm... Nope!
"..."
"You'll be fine. Maybe. Anyways, that's all I really wanted to talk to you about. It was a pleasure meeting you Cake. Maybe we'll see each other again. Goodbye."
"Bye," I say while heading to the door.
"Before you go. Check up on the patient, will you? This floor. Near the end of the hallway."
"...Okay..."
"Wonderful! Have a good day. Try not to die!"
I then leave the room, terrified. I have to go check up on him. I really, really don't want to but I know I have to.
I make my way to his room.
