Hospitalia

Same old white walls, always captive by them, barely having any breaks. Cries and moans of pain, even terrified screams echoed from the rooms and into the hallways. Not everyone enjoys the sight of needles, especially the kids. The first few years had been tough, but Rose got used to it all as time passed.
Flipping through the pages of her clipboard, she looked over the list of names she was supposed to be assisting today, giving insulin shots and whatnot.
Dr. Jones better not come late again today, for if he does, she'll no longer try to save the wanker's ass from getting fired like last time for that nearly cost her own job. She'd rather leave that burden upon Arthur's shoulders.

Rose focused her whole attention on the clipboard and hadn't noticed that she got in the lobby. It was a surprise she hadn't bumped into anyone or anything. She stopped in her tracks and looked over at the reception then focused her gaze on the clock on the wall.


Thirty more minutes until noon and her break when she would switch places with Arthur or any other nurse in the institution that agreed to take her shift. She heaved a sigh and looked over the next name on the page. "Viorica Dumitru...", she muttered the name in the usual British accent with a bit of difficulty since foreign accents weren't really her thing. She was her last patient until her break. She placed the clipboard under her arm and proceeded to walk towards the staff elevator.


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My characters:
Hungary - Elizaveta Héderváry: EMT
Fem!UK - Rose Kirkland: Nurse
Fem!Germany - Monika Beilschmidt: General Surgeon
Moscow - Dominika Braginski: Patient

Beep. . . Beep. . .Beep. . .

A sad note to be repeated over and over... A sad note to be the waking alarm for a sick child... And especially, a sad note to wake to every day...to be the rhythm of a story...

Viorica Dumitru was much too young for all the suffering she endured. Without even having the chance to graduate from grade school, she had been thrust into the depressing world of medical torture on the diagnosis of a fractured hip. She didn't really mind the wheelchair and the doctors and nurses made good company, but when things didn't get better, everything about her world started to fall apart.

She lost months of school, had to be constantly occupied my professionals with clipboards rather than friends and family, could no longer do the activities she loved... In short, she was heartbroken. But, her depression only worsened her state. No longer was it a simple fracture, but the muscles in her legs grew weak from being sliced through and unused, her range of motion was cut short with pins and fixtures, her nervous system took some permanent damage on her right leg - it would be a miracle if she managed to walk on her own two feet again.

Now guess what? If you thought that was the end of her wounded tale, you were horribly wrong.

Not only did Viorica practically lose the use of her legs, but all of a sudden, she contracted an onset of lifelong epilepsy. At first, her doctors had thought she had simply fallen out of bed one night, but when it happened a second time and a passerby became a witness to what was actually going on, it was time for them to accept the sad truth. Body and mind - the poor Transylvanian was slowly fading away.

Luckily for Vio, there was one thing she had that was always strong, something that would never fade: her spirit. Despite what she had gone through, the girl had grown in confidence. She had met other children in the hospital and watched their journey to recovery, constantly cheering them on. She knew she wasn't leaving anytime soon so she chose to ignore her pain as much as possible and focus on the pain of others around her instead. In a way, she was a doctor herself - a healer for others' spirits. She was an absolute angel to her doctors and nurses, save for the needles....she never liked the needles... She often rolled around in her wheelchair to cheer up grieving relatives who had family in the hospital. Sometimes, she even helped out the kitchen staff in preparing and delivering meals to the other patients. She had learned to accept the hospital as her home, and wouldn't have it any other way.


Back to the beeping. . .

Viorica yawned quietly as she awoke, her eyes squinting against the harsh sunlight that was shining through her blinds. Those hazy ruby orbs swiftly flicked to the dial clock on her wall, taking in the time.

Thirty minutes to noon...?

It took a few seconds for the significance of that time to sink in. Suddenly sitting bolt upright, Vio's golden bangs dropped down over her eyes, which were widened in shock.

"Oh no! I overslept! I'm due for my medicine!"

The Transylvanian looked around frantically until she spotted her medicine bottles, about ten in all, placed on a short dresser on the opposite wall of the room. If it wasn't for the fact that there were various IVs and other tubes connecting her body to machines and monitors, Vio would have likely crawled over to take her prescriptions. She was very good about that. It was rare that she ever missed a dose. Hopefully, a nurse would be there to help her soon.

Crossing her fingers, she occupied herself by running a brush through her tousled hair and re-bandaging her latest patch of stitches on her hip. She would need the nurse's help to change from her hospital gown to her other clothes and to transfer to her wheelchair, but after that, she would fly solo.

All of a sudden, the pinging of the staff elevator reached Vio's acute ears. She smiled and whipped her line of sight to the door of her room which was permanently engraved with her name by this point. Her wish had been granted. Another day at the hospital, about to begin.

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used a lot of bits from my actual story ;3 if you all were curious~

She happened to be changing the covers on the beds in the patients room when she noticed she was all alone, except for two patients that had happen to be sleeping. Yuu loved helping the patients, but the thing that bothered her was that some of the patients complained about the doctors doing a sloppy job. She walked out of the room when she was done tending the beds and started walking down the hall. She did her best to not say anything out of term, since she didn't to look bad in front of them, but no matter how hard she tried, the anger inside her would just keep on piling up until she just let it out, slamming her fist into the cart of utensils, not knowing she hurt herself.

Sheesh, would it kill them to not say something like that about the doctors. The doctors try and save their lives and they have the nerve to say stuff like that. -looks at her hand to see that she is bleeding- I have to keep my cool I have to keep my head clear, the patients come first. Though I have to treat this wound before it gets any worse. -walks over to the nearest treating room to fix up her wound-

Yuu wasn't one to say things like that, since she's been working at the hospital for about 3 years and she was use to some patients complaining about things, but not about the doctors themselves, she hated that. Though it was the first time she heard that she just brushed it off and went back to mending her wound. It wasn't long after that she made into the reception area noticing that it was thirty minutes before noon and that their head doctor wasn't here yet.

-sighs- Why does Dr. Alfred always have to be late. I mean I have no objection of him being late, but there are patients that need to looked at. -looking through the patients list to see who needs what medicine- Well, I better get back to work this isn't the time to worry about the doctor being late. Now, I guess I better check up on Reez LeDeltrie Grim.

Yuu was done looking through the patients list for medicine and walked done the hall to hear the beeping of machines going off. She went to look and noticed that her patient Reez LeDeltrie Grim had woken up. She went to check up on her and noticed that looked scared.

-fixing the machines- Are you alright? I hope the machines didn't wake you up. -smiling trying to re-insure the patient that everything was alright- Here, I brought you your medicine and please call me if you need anything, okay.

She sat down next to Reez and stayed to make her feel less alone for the time being. Yuu wanted to do the best she could to help her, but only did a small part to help her at least it was something rather than nothing. She waited until the girl finished her medicine and waited for her to reply.

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sorry for the short reply, i just got back from walking from the store and it was a long way back. x.x

Reez turned to look at the nurse. "Thank you, but I'm not scared, its just a bad dream." The child downed her medicine, and sighed. "I know you probably wouldn't want to hear me ramble on, but I wonder what its like outside...." She Closed her eyes, giving a pitiful smile. The girl then yawned a little. She had an IV in her right hand, and it hurt every time she tried to clench her hand in a fist.

"So how has your day been, Yuu? Are the other patients being nice?" She Smiled innocently. She had heard that not all the patients here were grateful for being here. "how has Iggy been?" She asked before taking a sip of her ice water.

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Out.Of.Conv-DUKWs: D: i'm so lame D: I can't type up good posts Y U GO AWAYZ FLYING MINT PLOT BUNNIEZ Y^Y

Francis chuckled softly to himself as he mulled about the X-ray room, filling out the needed paperwork and checking over the list of patients, which were assigned for him to check over for the day. He was dressed in his usual attire; a simple, white lab coat, black tie, pants, formal shoes, and a light blue undershirt. Surprisingly enough, he even wore glasses, though they were mostly for show rather than to see.

The French Doctor had arrived, what he declaired, 'fashionably' late as usual, even if he was only a few minutes late from clocking in. He shuffled about the room, briefly making sure that the X-ray machine was properly set and prepared for whichever patient came along or was escorted. Despite his smug, flirty demeanor, he was more or less tolerated by patients and staff, though some even avoided him on several occasions. For, even Francis tended to act out on the job, especially in his working position; a radiologist.

After all, Francis couldn't exactly take an X-ray if his patient was wearing clothing other than a hospital gown..

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Okay, maybe if I put a little effort into it, I might have found a more in character picture, or perhaps have drawn one myself...

BUT. MAPLE.

He's so awesome looking in that picture... :'D I hope you guys don't care and I'm on my iPod right now, meaning no fancy dancy banner Photoshop magical stuff from me, at the moment...

Enough said. I hope you guys don't mind me bursting into your RP, with close to no knowledge about health and all that fun stuff. My mind is in summer mode. And, hé, Wikipedia was created for a reason, peops! :'D

Is it okay that I RP in first person? Or that I'm so chatty?

And I'm not dead. Yet. >.>

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Four walls, one door.
Four padded walls, once white, now a sickly yellow and one oppressive door.
One weathered bed with starched sheets, accessorized with shiny new restraining belts.

They were so pretty...

It was 11:30 A.M. A pleasant brunch was out of the question. Warm beams of the afternoon sun had no window to seep into. His psychiatrist was late. That rude woman a few doors down was being loud again. And he wanted to go home, wherever that was.

Gilbert had not rested in two days, sitting cross-legged in the middle of his padded cell while staring incessantly at the door. He was intently listening to the faint ticking of the battery-operated clock in the hallway, mentally tallying the seconds, the minutes, and the hours that passed and threw his schedule off. Gilbert wore his very best everyday, dressed to impress with his wardrobe of one article. He rather liked his psychiatrist...
The male thought he looked awfully dapper in the canvas straight-jacket those nice gentlemen during his first visit to the Psychiatric Ward threw over him...even though it was a tight fit. He couldn't move much, but it was cold during the winter nights and it provided extra warmth so he wasn't complaining; the Prussian appreciated the kind gesture of his benevolent overseers.

Do it over.

Four walls, one door.
Four padded walls, once white, now a sickly yellow from neglect...Neglect. Neglect?

"Am I being neglected?" He voiced out in deep thought. 23 minutes, 47 seconds. And counting. "Am I being neglected?" The Prussian loudly repeated, expecting an answer to pop through the door in the form of his psychiatrist. Or even his brother. "Ludwig...?" Gilbert whispered hesitantly to the empty air.. "I already forget what you look like, Ludwig. Come and visit soon. Mom and dad miss you. I do too." There was a silent pause. 31 minutes, 12 seconds. Still late. What's keeping them? "Oh!" Gilbert exclaimed. "And don't forget to feed Gilbird." He added as an afterthought as he lifted himself up onto his feet, having difficulty balancing on the padding.

Mom and Dad are long gone and deceased. Terminal cancer and desertion, respectively.

The canary was dead.

Gilbert looked about his decaying prison with a melancholy expression. "I don't like it here..." He said with a sigh. 48 minutes, 53 seconds. Melancholy turned to frustration and blossomed into anger. Blind anger. "...I don't like it here."

He started from days which became weeks which became months which became years which became too much for Gilbert to stomach. Psychiatric care was provided in exchange for sanity.

Gilbert wanted to leave.

He. Wanted. To. Leave.

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Things were not going as planned for the doctor. After waking on time and preparing to leave his apartment on time, he was stopped by an ederly woman. Apparently, his dog was a nuisance. She explained that she could not focus on her knitting if his dog barked (not that his dog was known for barking for a long period of time). His dog was well-behaved; hence why the doctor was allowed to keep him in the apartment complex. Alfred bit back the urge to tell her, judging by how old she appeared and how often he had to repeat his words to her, she would not be able to hear a dump drunk passing by - let alone his dog barking. Alas, the charming man everyone had fallen in love with, co-workers and patients alike, smiled and apologized for the disturbance. He promised to scold his dog and train it. In reality, he was going to bring home steak and a new bed for Jack.

"Thank you, Ms. Littleton. I am now behind on my schedule." Alfred said beneath his breath as he stepped into the elevator. He turned to press a floor before leaning back and sighing to himself. He glanced at his watch, noticing the little hand was on the seven. However, he could not see the big hand. A smudge was on his glasses. He removed them just as the elevator doors were stopped to allow another person on. He was clearing the smudge with the end of his shirt when Elli Potts gasped. "Oh my gosh, I was just talking about you!" She screeched.

Alfred glanced up, vision blurry and distorting the girl. Oh dear. He slid his glasses back on and now, he realized it was an old patient. Rather, it was his deranged neighbor. To her, he was Superman. If you were wondering what his super-human strength was, it was re-filling a perscription for free. In the end, that had been enough for Elli to idolize him. She stumbled closer, realizing the door to the elevator was going to shut if she didn't. She got just in front of him, head tilted back to look up at him with a bright smile. He gave her a small grin, nodded, and attempted scooting more to the right. "Are you going to work?"

"Yes, Ms. Potts. I'm actually running la-"

"I knew it! Are you going to help a lot of people? Fix bones? Mend hearts?" She released an obnoxious laughter and clapped him on the arm.

Without meaning to, he smiled rather charmingly. "You could say that." The elevator pulled to a stop. The doors slid open and because Elli had not yet stepped away, Alfred made to do so himself. However, she grasped his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric.

"Wait! Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, Ms. Potts?"

"Can I, you know...watch you work? Just once? I just want to see you actually work on someone!" She seemed way too excited.

"W-Well, you're not exactly allowed to-"

"Oh, I know I'm not a resident or anyone fancy, but I thought you could throw a word in for me? Pleeease?" She asked.

"Ms. Potts," He began. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say, having lost his train of thought very easily. "...have you taken your medication today?" He desperately needed to change the topic of conversation, and yes, he knew she would fall for it.

"Oh! Me? No. Not exactly. I didn't have anymore water, and I don't like drinking any water except for bottled water and I re-"

"Okay. Well, do me a favor. Don't follow me to work, because I've seen you do it before. Go to the market, get your bottled water, take your medicine, and return home. Watch yourself a romantic movie, read a book. Do something to occupy yourself. It'll do you some good." And with that, Alfred stepped off with a pearl-white smile to flash at her.

"O-Okay," She began, swooning. "I-I'll do that! Because you recommended it! I'd do anything for your recommendation, Dr. Jones! Oh, have a good day at work!" She called, waving dramatically as he exited the building.

Jeepers creepers. He'd rather be stuck in a room with Gilbert Beilschmidt than to be stuck wi-...

Alfred paused that thought, jaw dropping as he quickly checked his watch. "Oh, fuck!" He exclaimed to himself, moving quickly to his car. At this rate, he would catch morning traffic and initially would be late for his check-up on Gilbert. Gilbert liked to keep a normal routine, a precise schedule. If it were to be broken, it might cause him to question his sanity. Alfred was on a smooth roll with Gilbert and did not want anything to go wrong during their discussion; not after how far they've come.

By the time Alfred was through the main entrance of the hospital, he was clearly irritated and extremely disappointed with himself. The desk clerk glanced up, looking at him from over the top of her glasses. He wasn't the only one disappointed. "You're late, Jones. Many people have been asking for you. If you were to check the board, you'd notice you've got quite a bit of patients waiting for you." She pointed backward and at the board filled with various patient names, what floor they were on, and who had taken them. Doctor Jones was listed for about four of them, including his appointment in the Psychiatric Ward. After all, he earned his medical degree, but majored in Psychology, too.

"I have an idea. Don't list my name when I'm not here to take the patient. Common sense, Ms. Gould." He said this playfully. When in doubt, he smiled.

"Charming. Very charming. Now, do your job." Her sarcasm was obvious.

"That's what I'm here for." Alfred commented before disappearing into the locker room to change into his white coat. He figured something was up Ms. Gould's ass this morning, but when was something not? Dressing in his white coat, name embedded into a pin that listed his degree and position in the hospital, he tossed his stethoscope over his shoulders and preceded to the Psychiatric Ward. As he passed a nurce on the way, he politely asked them to check on two of the patients he was behind on. He was aware of the people he had listed on the board and knew what was wrong with them. No one was in desperate need of his attention right now. And besides, it wouldn't be fair to Gilbert if he ended up being any later than he was. They had an appointment, after all.

Before he even entered Gilbert's room, he had grabbed the medicine that was necessary for Gilbert to take before they discussed anything. It was the medicine that would calm Gilbert and leave him with a feeling of peace as they talked. With the small cup of pills in one hand, a bottled water tucked under his right arm, and his clipboard tucked underneath his left, he knocked lightly on Gilbert's door. He shut the door behind him by using his foot, passing his patient an apologetic look. "Good morning, Gilbert. I apologize for being late. I had many people stop me on my way to work; however, you and I both know that is no excuse. You'll just have to find some way to forgive me. You can do that, can't you?" He asked. His tone was very friendly and very soothing for someone close to losing their sanity. Alfred was very good at his job.

He placed his clipboard down on the opposite spot he would sit across from Gilbert on, as well as the bottled water and small cup of pills. "I bought this on my way to see you. Cold and fresh, like you prefer it to be. I'd like you to take these before we begin." Now, he turned to face him and stepped as close as he could get. "I'm going to remove your jacket. I'm sure you'd feel more comfortable speaking to me without it."

It would be a matter of trust, at this point. And it depended heavily on how he would judge Gilbert's response. Alfred already trusted Gilbert a lot, but it was still a risk he could not afford to make.

Yuu smiled at the child patient and sat down on her bed to listen to her continue talking. She enjoyed listening to the things the patients had to say about them and their lives before being admitted to the hospital and at sometimes hated the things other patients said. Either way, Yuu would stay with the child and help her around.

Reez dear, I'm off shift for the day, I don't mind listening to you talk. -grabbing her hand- I want to get to know you better if that's alright with you. I kind of care for you as a little sister I don't care what the staff says if I'm with you.

Yuu smiled again, took off her nurse cap and set it on the bed. Looking the girl and noticing the pain in her hand from the IV drip. She sat closer to the girl and waited for her to finish taking her drink.

Oh, and yes I'm not sure where nurse Arthur is, but he is doing fine and I'm sure he's around somewhere in the hospital.

Vladimir sat silently in his hospital room, the soft ticks of the clock and the very quiet drops of the IV keeping him from feeling anywhere near happy. He silently looked up at the ceiling with his good eye, waiting until the day he either dies from internal bleeding or is finally able to leave this place. He wondered if his father could come visit one day, along with his siblings and aunts...oh how he missed playing with his siblings.

A small tear began to fall down the left side of his face as he mumbled to himself "Just let me die already...or send me home..." He sighed a bit, trying to keep himself from crying all over the place like a child...and he did enough crying after his eye was infected...

He hoped soon a nurse or someone would come in, just so he could see if he was at least allowed to take a small walk around the halls or go get some food. The sounds of footsteps began to make him a bit happy, hoping it would be his father coming to visit him, but soon the footsteps faded down the hall, killing his happiness just a bit as he went back to staring at the ceiling.

Creak.... creak..... creak.....

The rusty wheels of a miserable cart creaked eerily as they pushed down the hall, tallying the rhythm of the drifting corners of a thin white sheet.

Light fixtures above the cart and its owner flickered grimly as they passed beneath, shadowing the Undertaker's thin and indifferent smile as he casually made his way to the ordered room. The patients he passed fell to silence, knowing that wherever the undertaker trod, Death strode right before him.

After all, Ivan Braginski was merely there to clean up the scraps wherever Death had her fun.

Upon reaching his set destination, the Russian slowly raised a gloved hand and knocked three times.

"Oh good, you're here..." A nurse muttered quietly, staring up at the large man as he rolled the cart in.

"Yes. Now... who have we here?" The undertaker's striking amethyst irises glimmered vaguely as he removed the sheet from the deceased’s head. The unfortunate person appeared to be a middle-aged man. It was uncertain the cause of his death, but oh well... Ivan would play around with that later.

"His name was Martian Smith. Forty-six years old, suffering cardiac ma-" “Thank you, madam… but a’I don’t need d’e details.”

A thick Russian accent the nurse off. The undertaker was already lifting the cloth-covered corpse up and setting him on the cart. The surrounding nurses had always stood silent as Ivan collected the bodies; they did their best not to stare, for they knew they would only be met with Ivan’s smile. How could anyone seem so cheery in these situations?

Without another word, the undertaker spread another white blanket over the corpse and rolled out of the room.

Ivan took a different route out of the hospital, leading him into the silent confining areas of the psychologically disturbed.

Ah, confinement. Ivan had his good share of that in his day. After countless years in prison as an adolescence for various crimes, he was sent to an asylum similar to this section for violent sociopathic behavior, psychotic paranoia, and horrific delusions. Countless drug dosages of countless different drugs, mortifying “therapy”, and enduring the torments of solitary confinement left Ivan silent and calm. Far too calm…

He rarely spoke, never laughed… no one ever asked him where he took the bodies, for his eternal answer was simply “You will find out sooner than you think.”

Vacant smile, Vacant eyes, vacant stride.

“Calm” was too much of an understatement for the undertaker. He was vacant…

Dead…

Just like the corpse before him.

She looked at the child patient and realized that there was something else she had to do before she took her break and went back to work. She looked down at the list of the next patient she had to attend and knew she had to go. She promised the child that she would be back when she went to the other patient and attended them. As much as she enjoyed listening to the child talk she had to go and leaving her nurse cap behind.

I'm terribly sorry Reez, but I just realized that I have another patient waiting for me. I'll come and chat with you later, okay?

Yuu walked out of the room and walked down the hall to go see her next patient. She fixed her outfit and noticed that she had forgotten her nurse cap, but just kept on walking and looked back at the list to see patient that she was going to look after.

Vladimir Braginski, it seems he's my next patient. I better hurry to make sure he's alright.

She happened to be out of breathe when she made it to the room that her patient was in. She regained her composure and took a deep breathe. She knew that she couldn't keep a patient waiting and of course, Yuu would always attach herself to her patients even though she couldn't but she couldn't help it and felt bad for them since she herself was a patient of the same hospital many years ago. She knocked on the door to make sure the patient was there.

Excuse me, may I come in? I'm here to check up on you. I'll be your nurse that will be attending you.

He looked over at the door, sighing in relief that finally someone is around, "Da, I'm still alive, come in." He kept himself from laughing at his slight joke. He slowly forced himself up, causing a slight yelping sound to escape his lips as his IV line got caught and pulled out. "Gah! Chert vozʹmi!" He placed a hand over the spot where his IV was to keep the blood from staining the bed sheets or anything. After he got himself sitting up, he kept his hand tightly on his arm, using his other arm to find the IV line.

He looked over at the opening door with a stupid smile, trying to keep a good grip on his arm as he spoke "Hello Nurse."

She smiled as she entered the room only to notice that the IV drip had been pulled out from the patient's arm and the he was grabbing his arm to prevent the blood from coming out. She nodded and headed over to fix the IV drip, placing the IV back into his arm. She also noticed that the bandages on this eye needed to be changed and went to get more bandages from the cabinet in the back of the room.

You know if you have trouble getting something you can ask. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. That and I can tell by the look on your face that when you got up you accidentally yanked out the IV.

She came back with the new bandages and sat on his bed carefully removing the old bandages on his eye. Yuu was happy to helping out her patient, but yet she felt sad and as she was changing his bandage she couldn't help, but wonder of the days she spent in the hospital bed and how hard it was for her to move since she had a weak heart and that she was sent home after four months. She finished changing the bandages and noticed that she was crying it must have been from her memories that she remembered.

There you should be fine for now. It seems to me that you want to see the outside, no? Well I can take you out if you want that's why I'm here to help out.

"I am not embarrassed! Just in pain due to the IV coming out of my arm!" He looked away with a slight blush as she went to get the bandages. He noticed that there was a bit of blood on his hand from where he covered his arm. He looked back over at her as she sat on his bed.

"Ow, Ow, Ow..." He winced a few times as she replaced the bandages due to his infection making his eye sensitive. He closed his eye as she continued to replace the bandages, trying to block out the pain with thoughts of his family. When she was done he could hear what sounded like a bit of crying, he opened his eye to make sure it wasn't him who was crying. He sighed seeing it was his nurse who was crying, so he took his non-bloody hand and wiped the tears softly away.

"Yeah...Let's go for a walk, you seem that you need a break..." He forced a small smiled as he began to shift to get up.

Yuu looked up and noticed that the patient was wiping her tears with his hand. She smiled and wiped the the rest of tears away as she got up. She fixed her outfit again left the room and came back with a wheel chair.

I'm sorry you had to see me cry like that. Anyways, let's get into the wheel chair so we can have that walk. Please don't worry about me I don't tend to cry that often. It's my job to look after you.

Yuu picked up the patient from the bed and placed him in the wheel chair and as to not forget the IV as they walked out of the room. She smiled as she wheeled Vladimir into the halls of the hospital and into a bigger area of the hospital that looked like the cafeteria.

Are you hungry by any chance?

Vlad turned a slight red as he was placed in the wheel chair, "I am perfectly capable of walking!" He spoke out bluntly as he crossed his arms, he hated when he was reduced to other people helping him around with simple tasks like walking, or eating, or even breathing.

After few minutes of staying silent his stomach growled, causing him to turn a slight red again.

"Are you hungry by any chance?"

He nodded slightly "Y...Yeah, I am..."

She giggled as she heard his stomach growl and knew that he was hungry. She found it kinda nice to be able to take a break while still helping out a patient. Since the food here was kind of okay, but didn't want to take the risk of them getting sick.

And another thing if you were that hungry before I could have just brought you some of my home made food with me.

Yuu went into the spare kitchen, grabbed some ingredients and looked over at Vladimir to see what kind food he wanted instead of making something random that he wouldn't want to eat.

Hey, umm what kind of food would you like? I don't have anything in particular that I would cook, but I want you to decide what to eat. I almost forgot why do you always keep blushing when I'm around you? Do you have a little crush on me?

She smiled and waited for him to decide on what type of food they would both eat. Seeing this scene play in her mind reminded her of the nurse that helped her, but it seems that that memory is blurred and can't quite remember the what happened after that, but it looks like she might have made it up. She mumbled something to herself as to not say anything weird or random in front of the patient.

It's weird that I don't remember coming into this area in the past. Why does it seem like I can't remember anything else after that?

The elevator reached the ground floor and the doors slid open exposing a doctor and about two nurses inside. Rose bowed her head, nodding a polite greeting as they exchanged their places. Having chosen a spot to stay on, she hit the button of the floor she desired and without waiting for anyone else to come inside, she hit the button that slid the doors shut. The blonde sighed contently, at least she didn't have to share the narrow space with anyone this time.

She was about to step outside of the elevator, but as soon as the doors opened, she had to take a step back and to the side as a few nurses forced their way inside with a patient. Necessary, but still rude! She had to stretch out and away before the doors closed and so she did, jumping a bit as she finally got out. She shook a bit and pushed her glasses up her nose by pressing on it with her finger. She had to reach the end of the hallway where her patient's room was. Rose swung the door open and looked over at the girl, smiling a bit. "Hello, Viorica. How are you feeling today?", she asked softly, pacing towards her bed.

“Alright, you take care of yourself, Mrs. Harper. Let’s try to keep that blood pressure where it is.”

The middle aged woman laughed, a high-pitched, obnoxious sound, and waved kindly at the good doctor as she walked out the door, closing it behind her with a faint click.

Yao leaned back in his chair, dragging his palms down his face with a slight groan. He’d been at the hospital since early that morning and unfortunately he knew he’d be there late that night as well. The Chinese man failed to restrain a yawn, running his fingers through his bangs, his eyes squeezing shut. He’d been working himself to the brink of exhaustion for weeks and it was finally starting to take its toll on his body. Then again it seemed the tendency to overwork himself was simply part of his nature. The stress and workload he put himself through had, over the years, given the respected cardiologist his own set of heart problems. It was a cruel irony he didn’t like to dwell on. Here he was dealing out medical advice to patients when he couldn’t seem to follow it himself.

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, the weary Asian took note of the time. 11:30. Now that the last of his visiting patients had come and gone it was time to make his rounds through the hospital, checking in on those who couldn’t come to him. Thin hands grasping the edge of his mahogany desk, he pushed off, the wheels beneath his seat rolling against the hardwood floor. Now at this point one would expect him to stand, pick up his pens and charts and walk out the door. There was one simple yet all important detail which disallowed him from carrying out these ordinary tasks.

The good doctor was in a wheelchair.

The majority of his lower body was completely paralyzed, keeping him immobile by ordinary means. This had been so since he was in his late teens when an unfortunate incident with a blade had torn open his back and shattered about a quarter of his spine. He’d been rushed to this very hospital and been given immediate surgical treatment that saved his life. However, despite now having metal supports to keep the remains of his spine in alignment and help to hold up the damaged upper body, there was no hope of him ever regaining the ability to walk.

It had been more than a decade since that tragedy occurred and he’d long since accepted his fate. It was always intriguing to see his patients’ reactions when they realized that he too was injured like them; to some this knowledge appalled them, forcing him to prove his capability to them, but to others it offered a strange comfort, knowing that he was not some god who stood high above normal humans and held lives in his hands with little true concern. To them it showed that he too was only human and that was perhaps what inspired, or frightened them the most.

Hands on the large wheels on either side of his dead limbs, he wheeled himself to the door, clipboard and pen resting on his lap, and let himself out. Most didn’t look at him twice as he moved down the pristine hallway, regulars used to his unusual condition and some actually glancing away for fear of being considered rude for staring. Some newcomers, however, could not seem to pull their eyes away from him. The Asian ignored them, having grown used to the looks, and flipped through his charts to see who his first patient was.

“Ah, Miss Reez LeDeltrie Grim… Right well I better get a move on!” He said to himself, smiling as he held up a hand so that the young man who was already in the elevator would hold the door for him. He did so and the Chinese man nodded in gratitude, reaching up and tapping the button for the ill child’s floor, the bright LED lights glowing as the plastic sunk into its slot and stayed there. As he waited for the elevator to move, he glanced down at his wrist, tugging the sleeve of his white lab coat to reveal the watch beneath. 11:37. It was aggravating to see how long it was taking to get to the patient but he wouldn’t let it get to him. The contraption climbed from level to level before jerking to a halt; the doors slid open and disappeared to the sides, allowing him passage. He pushed the black rubber wheels forward and took off down the white corridor, stopping only when he reached the girl’s door. With a soft knock to give her some forewarning, he turned the knob and entered.

“Good morning, Miss Grim. And how are you feeling today?”

“That’s good to hear, Reez.” he smiled, glad the young girl was at ease around him despite his unusual debility. Yao wheeled himself over to her bedside and checked the readings on the various machines. Everything seemed to be in order as he leaned back and made a few minor notes on her chart. Once this was done he set the clipboard back down on his lap and returned his attention to the patient herself.

“My day’s been going well, thank you for asking. Now tell me, have you been having any chest pain recently? Perhaps it’s sort of hard to breath sometimes?” he asked, looking her in the eyes with a calm, attentive expression. The Chinese doctor had a way of giving patients the impression that no matter what was going on in his own life and no matter how tired he was he’d always pay the utmost attention to whatever their needs were. He never complained, never took his frustration out on patients, and never let on just how much pain and suffering he himself was going through. Instead, the Asian just smiled and showed his concern, doing everything he could to give his patients the greatest care and respect he could.