An apple a day,, [VIAN]

[Allison J. Holmes]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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Allie glanced at the folders on her new desk with the look of a deer caught in headlights. This was her official first day on the job as a doctor and fear as well as nervousness was erupting in her veins. It wasn’t as if she was unfamiliar with the manor, having been here for nearly three years. Some of her patients she’d already met such as CJ, but some of them she hadn’t met yet and it made her nervous. Reaching out and grabbing the folders, she laid them out on her desk so that each name could be read. Cobra Putnum, Jada-belle Le Croix, Leah Girard, Tyre Slatcos, and Vian Aves. As much as she’d known the day would come when she would have to handle patients on her own, it still made her nervous.

But Allison was determined to prove all the people who had said she wasn’t cut out for this job wrong. She would make a difference in these patients’ lives, and if she could, well then she would at least try to make their lives a little easier. It was a comfort to know her mother would be proud of her for sticking to this, or so she hoped she would. She wanted to meet with each one of her patients today at some point and at least introduce herself. Try to give each of them a little bit of time to learn about her. Allison wasn’t stupid though, she didn’t expect any of them to trust her immediately but she’d keep at it- that’s what a good doctor did.

Standing up, she grabbed the folders and walked over to her file cabinet. She dropped all but one file in the filing cabinet, before closing and locking it back. Then she took the one file she hadn’t deposited and clipped it onto her clipboard- confident that she had already read over it as much as possible. Vian Vega Aves would be the first patient on her list of patients to see today, and she hoped it would turn out well. Checking her watch, she decided the best place to probably catch the high profile was in his room. Allison preferred it that way; at least they were meeting in an area familiar to him. Hopefully it would help the meeting stay as calm and rational as possible. With a deep breath, Allison straightened her lab coat and walked towards the high profile wing. Once she reached his room, she knocked quietly on the door and took a step back.

“Mr. Aves? Its Dr. Allison Holmes, may I come in?”

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[Vian Vega Aves]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #ab0125 10px solid; border-right: #ab0125 10px solid; border-top: #ab0125 10px solid; border-bottom: #ab0125 10px solid; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] heaven ablaze in our eyes we’re standing still in time the blood on our hands is wine we Where exactly did the day go? It was almost the end of the day, and without much eventful things happening, he was returned to his room. It was a blank room, him preferring nothing too much to decorate the walls, despite what Jessie offered to him. He laid on the bed, his head on his pillow, propped up with his hands laced behind his head as he stared blankly at the ceiling above him. He was wearing his pajamas, something that he wasn’t even allowed, so he had worn his scrub pants, a deep grey colour, and his boxers underneath, and that was about all. He normally didn’t bother wearing a shirt to bed – it felt constricting; choking; he didn’t exactly like it, and so he didn’t wear them. Sure, maybe he did at one point or another in his life, but he found quickly that sleeping in scrubs wasn’t the greatest feelings in the world, and so he didn’t bother. He blinked a few times, his eyes unfocusing on the ceiling as he suddenly sat up, a panicked look written across his face. His eyes turned down to stare at his arms – in reality, they weren’t moving, not at all, but in his mind? The delusional schizophrenic didn’t believe so. He saw lumps in his skin, the slight moving, the feeling of bugs in his skin. He felt physically sick, and he got up, his finger nails digging into his arms as he paced the entire length of the small, enclosed space, with the glued-shut window with bars on it, leaking some light into the already dimly lit room. He could feel blood running down his arms, down the hands and slowly dripping off his fingertips, not caring about the slight drip path he was leaving as he paced. He calmed down after a moment, staring at the wall, and the knocking on his door made him blink, his head tilting gently to the side, forgetting about the mess he personally made from the latest delusion. “Not like I have much of a choice whether or not you’ll be coming in. Might as well come in, and see if Jessie can let you borrow his trusty little first aid kit,” he stated, blandly, as he rubbed his arms to make the blood stop bleeding so heavily, as he took careful steps in his bare feet to sit down on his bed. His new doctor; huh; might be pretty interesting, wouldn’t it be? He thought so, at least. offer as sacrifice come on and show them your love rip out the wings of a butterfly tag: Allison words: 417 lyrics: Wings of a Butterfly - HIM