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"Counting things?" rRoman asked with a grin and a raised eyebrow, "that sounds interesting. I'll make sure to recruit you when us doctors need to take inventory." He offered her a small wink and reached into his pocket for a packet of gum. He pulled out a piece, placing it in his mouth while crumbling the wrapper and setting it on the coffee table. "But a young girl as pretty as you must enjoy being outdoors, shopping, going to the movies, things like that," he said and extended the package to her. "Would you like a piece?"

"Really?" he asked with a furrowed brow. "You know, there a germs everywhere. In fact, there are far more harmful germs processed indoors than outdoors. But I'm sure that you already knew that." He turned in his chair and grabbed the folder off his desk. He opened the front page and scanned the contents. "Do you still keep in regular contact with your parents?" he asked with an abrupt subject change.

"Hmm," Roman said nodding. "I can understand that. My parents were never easy to get along with when I was younger too. I bet it is especially difficult that they sent you here. I can't imagine this is the sort of place you dream of living in," he chuckled softly. "I'm curious as to what you think of this place. What I mean to say is, why do you think you are here? Is there anything specific you hope to accomplish before your time here is completed?"

"That seems rather dull," Roman said leaning back in his chair and resting an elbow on the back of it. "I mean, you can't be having much fun being unproductive. A girl with your calculating talents should be put to work," he said grinning. "Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, I have horrible organizational skills. How about you do me a favor and help me get settled in? I'm not sure I like the layout of this office, not to mention I'm terrible at rotating a schedule...can't ever seem to fit everything into one day, plus I'll have to make sure I sort out the right medications to the right patients. I could use an assistant. You up for it?"

Damien looked up at the screams and quickly called in nurses to take care of it while he took care of David. He couldn't take care of all of them at once and if he pushed David away for this little fight, the boy might change his mind. "Alright, let's go to my office. That is definatly more private than it is here." He Stood and threw away his trash before he lead David to his clean office which looked like all the other offices except he had personal photos around his desk. He sat down in his coushined chair and smiled at David. "Take a seat. Now what is it that you needed to talk to me about?" he asked.

Alll at once, several nurses rushed into the cafeteria and grabbed Stefan's thrashing arms. They half-dragged him back to his room, the whole time, his panic and confusion rising. "It's ok!" Shouted one of the aids to Stefan. They shoved him onto his bed, and put his wrists into straps connected to the bed railing so he wouldn't try to hurt himself. Another nurse came in and sat down beside his bed in a chair. "Stefan," the woman said kindly, yet with enough force to get him to quiet down for a moment, "You're ok. You're at Safe Haven Mental Institution. You're going to be fine. Please just close your eyes and try to rest." Almost as if he had no control of his body, Stefan closed his eyes and immedietly fell into a light sleep.