Ward Nine |

001 | Patient 0941

I've always been fascinated by the way the human mind works.
I constantly think about the things we can't explain. The things we've been taught to believe.

This curiosity gets the best of me sometimes. Its actually what ruined my life.

Six months earlier

The staff buzzes me in when I show them my badge.
"Doctor Margot It is good to see you." The had Doctor Bellum, shakes my hand.

"Thank you for having me."
"Of course, right this way please. I want you to meet your potential patients.

Bellum is the owner of Ward Nine. This place is famous for the positive outcomes it leaves on anyone who checks in here.

He escorts me to a room with a few people lingering inside. They all have on wrist bands and the same clothing.
"This is our rec room. Right now we have a few Schizophrenic patients in here as well as some others but these are the undoctored. Meaning they don't have resources to get a personal therapist."

I nod to him glancing around the room until my eyes lock with a pair of green ones. A brunette leans draping his head on a table with his eyes fixated on mine.

"Who is he?"
"Him? That is Jolan Holmes. His father checked him in a few months ago. He doesn't talk to anyone. Which is fine, because he's trouble sometimes. I can get his files if you want to take him in."

"Yes, thank you."
"Of course. I'll be right back." He leaves and I head over to sit across from him.

"Hello, i'm Lani." He sits up leaning back into his chair, I notice his fidgeting and his bouncing leg.
(La-nee)

"Jolan, is it okay if I use your name?" His brows furrow as Bellum hands me a folder.
I skim through his diagnosis, he's a D.I.D, identified in his early childhood.

His dad checked him in after reporting that Jolan and him had a physical altercation. He hasn't said anything since then.
I close the folder and slip it into my bag.

"Jolan i'm going to take you as my patient. I'll do what I can to help you."
His expression is blank, he then stands up and leaves the rec room.

I look over the room earning glances from other patients before I get up to leave.

He'll talk when he's ready of course, but maybe I can push him along a bit faster. I don't think he really even needs to be here though. He seems fine, but I really shouldn't go by that.

I find my new office and start to clean it up.