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In his room, Guy smoothed back his blond hair in front of the mirror. He straightened his shirt and tightened his make-shift tie. When he was sure he was presentable, he walked up to the door and knocked softely. When a female nurse showed up, he gave her his most charming smile.
"Good morning, darling," Guy said. "I'm ready for breakfast."
"Morning, Luke. You'll just have to wait a few more minutes. Not everyone else is ready."
Guy frowned. "My name's not Luke. How can you forget me? Who else in this hell hole is as charming as me," he asked.
The nurse shook her head and walked away. Confused, Guy sat back on his bed. He had a feeling that they put him in this Luke's room again. They never seemed to remember his name. And the picture by the bed, that tousled headed teen was not him. Guy was a blond, the teen had dark brown hair.
"Just why am I here, anyway?"
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"Morning, Eva! Time to raise and shine!" The doctor cautiously poked his head in the padded cell of Eva Townsend. It was hard to tell what mood she'd be in. Some days she was angry and would attack anyone who walked in, and other days she was as meek as a kitten. He hoped that it was a good day.
When no one answered him, and he saw that the bed was empty, he called out, "Eva, where are you?"
"Shhhh! They're sleeping," came Eva's voice. He turned to see her sitting in the corner by the door. Her brown hair was pulled into a rat's nest, more tangles then human hair. Her hospital gown was wrinkled and stained with spit from where she had nerviously gnawed on the fabric.
"Who's sleeping," he whispered, kneeling next to her.
"They are," she said. Her voice was soft and dreamy. "Sleepy little babies, no talking today. Shhhhh."
"Ok, Eva, let's get you ready," the doctor said. "Let's let them sleep while you get out of here." He made a note that the current medicine was working. So far, it was a good sign.